#he's so dumb i want to smooch him on the mouth

[racetrackshiggins]

Color Palette Meme ♡ Jeff! (Bottoms 2023) + pastel boi

I promise you, I am not sleeping with her. [I literally saw you yesterday.] Shut up, nerd! I fucked your mom! ...Wait.

[arminsumi]

can i get an eager, inexperienced gojo? he is probably so silly and loving during sexy time but he still acts like a horndog, not sure where to touch, kinda nerv but tryna cover it up bc he’s the strongest sorcerer, ofc he’s been with so many ladies before!!!! (he hasn’t but he doesn’t want YOU to know that)

love your works as always stay safe💗💗💗

AIN'T NEVER DID THIS BEFORE, NO.

𝐆. 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 — 五条悟

NOTE: this made me think of that j. cole song so i looped it while writing all 2.3k of this fic 🥴 i hope u like what i did!! mwaaa smooches!! hope ur well <3

🔞 mdni / 18+ content

SUMMARY — Gojo's saved up his virginity ever since he met you, savoring every wet dream through the years until he finally got the real thing in a hotel room in Okinawa.

WARNINGS — fem reader, n.sfw content, profanity, pre-established relationship

SMUT WARNINGS — virginity loss, light dirty talk, nicknames (good girl, sweet girl, daddy), Gojo's so nervous and inexperienced wheee😩💗, protected sex/condoms used, multiple rounds (2), kitty eating, giving him head, fluffy ending scene, lmk if i have missed smth and pls overlook errors i'm slepy asf it's 2am

Wordcount ≈ 2.3k

Playme ♪ wet dreamz

🍒 𝐉𝐚𝐲 — サクランボ ⋅ 𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬/𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 !

You can’t miss the way his Addam’s apple shifts up and down when he swallows, or the way he gawks when you wiggle out of your clothes and toss them off the side of the hotel bed.

Where are my hands supposed to go?

He’s thinking that while haphazardly squeezing a large handful of your hips and hotly kissing your neck.

This has been his long-anticipated dream come true… see, Gojo Satoru met you in high school. And the first thing he thought to himself was I want her to take my virginity. So, he had promised himself that one day, when he was older, he was gonna give it to you.

All his cheeky flirting and dirty jokes got him here, in this room of some dreadfully expensive hotel in Okinawa. Yes, he’s cheesy, as cheesy as he was when he used to lean over his desk during high school to whisper dumb pickup lines into your ear; he requested rose petals and wine. He had the lights dimmed. He laid you down with kisses right on top of those strewn petals.

Crazed, feverish, eager, overwhelmed; he was bursting with a bunch of feelings – predominantly horniness. He’s always had that horny twang about him, he was unashamed about it around you – it’s what got you hot for him in the first place, the fact that he was so bold with his dirty jokes and naughty hints.

But now he’s struggling to find his words. Now that smart mouth is sparsely throwing out witty remarks. Now he was heavily relying on comedy to ease his nervousness and mask his inexperienced movements.

He let you roll on top and savored each kiss that you pressed down his chest – heaving, he was heaving and hot already and all the two of you had done so far was romantic French kissing and tentative touches across each other’s bare skin.

The heat of your flushed cheeks seared his lower abdomen.

How low is she gonna go – oh my god what do I do – play it cool – oh my god is she actually – wow this is really happening.

Such a mess of goofy thoughts passed through his mind when you pressed a testing kiss to his glistening cockhead. Giving the slit a lick made his shoulders scrunch up, and his voice shook a bit, “Shit, baby, you don’t have to do that if you don’t w – want to… oh fuck…”

“But I’ve wanted to suck it so bad, I’ve thought about it so much.” You batted your eyes at him.

His stomach flipped.

“O-okay… ” he breathed. In the back of his mind, he was self-conscious about sounding like a virgin… because he totally was. And he wasn’t masking it very well when you started kissing and licking on his cock.

Feling your tongue swirl circles around his bulbous head, then swiping the underside, nearly made him bust right there. It took every bit of this strong boy’s strength to hold it in. And there was a lot to hold in.

“Oh that’s so fucking good.” He moaned.

You lowered your lips down his slickened cock, the warmth and texture of it delighting your tongue. Taking in his scent, his taste, his sounds – when you hollowed out your cheeks and suctioned your lips around him, he let out an uneasy moan. He was really gonna bust right there in your mouth if he didn’t tell you to ease up.

“B-baby, you’re so good at that – but – but fuckkk – slow down f’me…” he pleaded, big hand coming to the back of your head as you slid off his cock – that also almost made him bust. Oh god, you unknowingly edged him. Maybe you knew that, because you giggled at the way his cock jumped and visibly twitched after popping your lips off of it.

“Sorry, you good?” you asked him sweetly. He looked at you through lust-glazed eyes, his lower lip glistening with a bit of drool.

“ ‘m okay – fuck come here and get on your back. ‘Wanna do that to you too.” He commanded you, eagerly shuffling positions.

He lowered his face between your legs, marvelling at the shiny wet sheen smeared across your inner thigh. A thin web of juice connected from your hole.

“Sorry, I know it’s rude to stare.” He chuckled, joking to lighten his nerves. But earning a laugh from you made his heart flutter before he dove right into it – now here’s where you realized something.

He was inexperienced. Totally. Sweetly so. His tongue flicked and darted around, swiping along your slit, gathering your juices like he was thirsty. The way he licked you up felt like he was some college boy giving his crush head in a lucid dream.

But if there’s one thing you know about Gojo Satoru, it’s that he can do anything he tries. You started out giggling and squirming on his face, and ended up squealing his name and arching your back. Switching between suckling at your clit and lapping at your folds and slipping his buttery tongue into your hole – he was having fun figuring it out.

And my god, he had the biggest, smuggest, most smackable grin on his face when he made you cum.

“W-wipe that grin off your face.” You panted, half-dazed from your orgasm.

His grin only grew wider. Now he was feeling a bit cocky, a little high on a sugar rush of confidence because he just made the girl of his dreams cum from a little amateur tongue-fucking.

“You musta really wanted it bad, huh?” he teased, crawling up to meet your face and pressing a few wet, sloppy kisses to your awaiting lips. You could taste yourself, and he was conscious of that – and it made him almost bust on your tummy. You felt his cock jumping and twitching and throbbing against your skin.

“Don’t get all smug now…” you muttered.

His plumped, flushed lips hovered over your face. “Thanks for the meal.” He whispered jokingly, wiping your juice off his cheek with his thumb and suckling it off.

“Hahaha what!” you broke out laughing. “You’re ridiculous!”

He ran his tongue over his lips to tease you, “Tasted better than in my dreams.”

Now that made you flush hotter underneath him. Because for some reason, it hadn’t occurred to you that he had wet dreams of you. But he did. And he was too embarrassed to admit the number – it was big. He dreamed of you a lot. Especially taking you from the back… so naturally

“Turn around f’me, please?” he asked, “I wanna see you from the back.”

Your lack of hesitation to switch positions for him made his heart thump.

“Good girl…” he muttered under his breath, unsure of how you’d take the nickname. But hearing your giggly hum and seeing your hips wiggle up to his pelvis reassured him that you liked it.

So he engulfed you from behind, “You like that?” he whispered into your ear, big hand smoothing over the curves of your body to get a good feel of it. “Want me to call you a good girl?”

You nodded into the plush pillow, “Yes please. I like it.” You mumbled into the fabric.

“Can’t hear you, speak up.” He smiled against the shell of your ear teasingly. “Daddy’s hard of hearing.” He joked.

You rolled your eyes at his dumb goofiness. For some reason you thought it would switch off in the bedroom, but no – he was just as much as a dumb good in and out of bed.

“ ‘call me your good girl, please. I like it.”

His cock twitched. He’d started rubbing and pressing his cock into you from the back. The way your thighs and plush little pussy hugged him was better than any dream – lucid or not. And he’s had a lot of lucid wet dreams of you. Of this, specifically; taking you from behind. In his dreams, he’s pounding into you so good that you cream and cream and cream all over him. He just hopes he can actually achieve that in reality.

When he lowers his hands and fists his cock a bit before running the head between your folds, a pang of nervousness strikes his chest. That feeling came over him – that realization that oh, I’m gonna have my first time.

“So pretty…” he compliments, one hand soothingly caressing around your pussy.

To you, it almost feels like he might have done this before – you’re not sure – with the way he lightly smacks his cock on your hole, and the way he tests your smallness by slipping his tip in and out, you think he’s probably got at least a bit of experience under his belt.

But no. No, not at all. Not even a little bit. In fact, before you, he only kissed two people – and the first didn’t count to him because he hated it, and the second also didn’t count apparently because he was just practicing with Suguru in anticipation of kissing you one day.

“Fuck me…” he hissed through his gritted teeth when he finally sunk more than his tip through your hole.

“Fucking didn’t expect it to feel this good…” he thought out loud. “Might bust right here… fuck.” He blurted, then proceeded to boyishly blush.

Little hole squeezing on his virgin cock, hips wiggling back to meet his pelvis and take him deeper, you pawed behind you to feel him. “Baby, I-I gotta tell you something.” He begins embarrassedly, the nervous twang in his voice is so unfamiliar that you look back at him. “I’ve never done this before…” after he said that he sucked in a breath through his teeth at the feeling of your hole tightening and untightening.

You blink at him, and he’s worried for a split second before you smile sheepishly and tell him that he’s your first, too. Well, that little fun fact is what made him snap his hips against your ass and start fucking into you like he was some sort of crazed animal. He felt dizzied with the rush of pleasure, so stirred by the feeling of your pussy sucking his cock – there was no comparable thing in the world to him right then. He was definitely gonna become a sex-crazed fiend after this night, he thought. Absolutely. How could he not?

“S’toruuu – right there right there!” you cried out his name with such a pretty, strained voice that it made him want to tell you he loves you.

“Here? You like it here?” he hit that spot harder and harder, the squelching sound so dirty that you almost felt ashamed for a second. “My good girl gonna cum like this? Yeah? F-fuck t-t-tell me when you’re close ‘cause I’m close – really fucking close – fuck fuck fuck ahhh ‘gonna cum!”

He’s driving into that sweet spot while he cums, spilling a warm creamy mess into the condom – completely falling to pieces. Gojo’s always been inclined to obsessing over things, and he knows right then – when he cums with your quivering pussy sucking him in – that he’s gonna be obsessing over sex with you after this.

“Keep goinggg ‘m gonna cum too, please!” you whimpered from underneath him. He heard you, he was attentive even though he was panting and dazed. His thrusts got sloppy and he weighted on your body more heavily, you could feel his heartbeat.

“Good girl – g-good girl, rub your pretty clit. Want me to do it for you? M’kay sweet thing, lemme get you there – ah yeah? That feel good? You like daddy’s fingers toying with this pretty pussy? Oh fuck you’re gonna cum aren’t you?” he breathed all that into your ear and it absolutely destroyed you, especially with how those intense blue eyes piercingly stared down at you from behind.

“Get that relief, pretty girl – cum all over me. Fuck, there we go – oh wow…” he hit another sweet spot, feeling you gush and writhe under his imposing frame got him close again. “Fuck, baby – just a second, j-just a second ‘m gonna get ‘nother condom, n-need to fucking cum in that pussy again.” He pulled out quick, fingers struggling to free his cock of his already filled lil’ rubber. Squeezing into another one was one of the fastest yet most frustrating things he’s done in a while – oh, you just know that he’s gonna ditch the condoms as soon as you give him the green light to do so. Patience, he thought. He’s gonna need patience and a lot of rubbers.

“Ah fuck me! Satoru!” you arched your back when he re-entered.

“ ‘m gonna cum again, baby – fuck – s-sorry is it too much?” he breathed into your neck. Sweat beaded down his torso, down his thighs – both your bodies pricked with just enough sweat to make it erotically uncomfortable.

You barely managed to tell him that it wasn’t too much because of the way he was sloppily hitting his cockhead into your pussy. Feverish, dazed, pussy-drunk and love-drunk, you felt his hot lips nibbling at your shoulder, then he unexpectedly sank his teeth into your skin. It wasn’t sore, but those canines were a bit sharp.

Muffled moans on your skin sent a shiver down your back, one that travelled to your ass and thighs.

Rolling off to the side, panting and laying exhausted and unmoving.

“Fuck.” He muttered as if to say that was mind-blowing.

“Fuck.” You agreed.

“And ya didn’t even tell me you were a virgin!”

“You didn’t tell me, either!” you giggled, rolling into his embrace.

“But it’s hot if the girl is a virgin!”

You laughed with him.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” you asked.

He stayed silent for a little while, pulling you closer and caressing your shoulder. The two of you stared up at the ceiling.

“It’s embarrassing.” He admitted. “There was a time I wanted to lose my virginity just so that when I finally got to you, I’d be able to please you better. But I’m glad I waited…”

“Mmm really?” you hummed, he felt your smile print on his chest.

“…yeah.” You could hear his little smile in his voice. “I’m glad I gave it to you.”

[satorisoup]

“ 𝓐𝓝 𝓐𝓟𝓟𝓛𝓔 𝓐 𝓓𝓐𝓨 ! ”

ft. satoru gojo

cw : fluff. confessions. surprise smooch. writers block hit me like a bus i fear… </3

wc : 614

“ satoru, you’re gonna knock down the whole tree doing that ! ”

you tried to warn him, you really did. but satoru has his own way of doing things, and if apple picking meant shaking the entire tree by the log, then so be it.

the rustle of the leaves and hard thump is followed by a loud “ ow ! ”, and you can only guess that satoru had been bonked in the head by an apple as he rubs the pain away.

“ that’s what you get for trying to man handle mother nature. ”

the pout that takes over his face at your words is humoring, priceless even, as he scoffs at you, or the tree, who really knows.

“ i thought an apple a day was supposed to keep the doctor away ! ” satoru remarks, whine in his voice and squint in his eye has he stares at the culprit, a big red apple on the hayish ground.

“ yeah well, you’re about to be sent to the doctor by one if you do it like that. ”

satoru lets out a dramatic, long sigh, expressing his defeat as he moves to pick up the bruised red apple from it’s place.

“ also, that saying isn’t totally untrue y’know. apples are healthy. ”

in retrospect, satoru agrees. they are healthy. but the one thing that betrays him, disagreeing to his demise, is his mouth and the words that expel from it like a nonstop waterfall.

“ hm, well apples are dumb. all i know is, if we were dating, i’d keep you healthy. you wouldn’t have to rely on some stupid fruit. ”

a pause, before an obvious question to make sure you heard him right.

“ what ? ”

“ what ? ”

“ huh ? ”

“ huh ? ”

“ satoru. ”

“ that’s me. ”

there was no winning with satoru, stubborn as ever. you’re almost sure you heard him correctly, but you wanted him to say it again so your conclusion would arrive faster.

his face is turned away from you, probably embarrassed at the fact that he most definitely said that out loud, and you were not going to give up on getting your answer any time soon.

satoru wants to say it, loud and proud, right to your face. he feels his body tingling with a foreign feeling of nervousness, mustering up the courage to do so—

but you’re giggling before the words can even escape his big, loud mouth.

“ ts’ not funny ! ”

“ t-that apple must’ve bonked you rea-real hard toru’ ! ”

“ m’ not joking ! ”

“ o-oh really ? prove it then ! ”

oh, screw it.

in a flurry of impulse, satoru is grabbing the hand thats covering your giggles. a quick, deep hitch in his breath before he’s leaning down and doing exactly what you asked of him, proving it to you.

his lips connect with yours at the speed of light, your eyes widening in shock before the surprise dissipates into a tingle that rises from your feet to your spine.

your lips are soft, so soft. the taste of your strawberry chapstick is clouding his senses before he’s pulling back to look at you.

“ i bet an apple couldn’t do that. ” of course, you would expect nothing less from the infamous satoru gojo than to spoil a moment with one of his stupid jokes.

“ quit saying corny stuff or i might just have to kiss you again, toru’. ”

“ ooo you wanna kiss me again so bad— ”

“ you— shut your mouth ! ”

[run2seob]

hand kisses

requested head cannons(?) — enjoy ~\(≧▽≦)/~ masterlist

SOOBIN

he would love hand kisses soo much

make him cookies? hand gets a smooch!

you beat him in a game? aggressive hand kiss!

and since you're so used to it, it may seem like the romantic part of it has faltered or left over time

but you still get the same butterflies whenever he mumbles anything against your hand

because he's big on affirming you about things too

bunny is always trying to make you smile :(

you could come into his room sulking and his automatic go to is small intimacy

the way the temperature rises in between you in every word that leaves his mouth is something he could think about for years

the second he mumbles an "i love you" into your hand

those three words brightened your day immediately, and only because they were spoken to you with the most tender voice and doe eyes looking up at you

or because you've fallen so hard that anything he says you take to heart

ahem ahem hence how you fall in love with him more everyday

YEONJUN

this man is so brave or nerdy when it comes to love

there's no inbetween for him??

he's infatuated to the max and either is

a.) dumb in love with all letters capital

b.) dumbly in love whilst trying to impress you

but i'm a nerd lover soo.. of course i'll write about dumb in love junnie

you're the only person he's loved as much as he does. the only person he views in a romantic sense.

so how could he mess this up?

deefffinitely pinned for years

and when he holds you close, your hand in his grasp

he softly pecks your hand and smiles cheekily because he thinks it's embarrassing that his cheeks are growing red

but you're dumb in love too, so you think it's the cutest thing you've ever seen

BEOMGYU

this is my option b boy

dumbly in love whilst trying to impress you?? what is that i see? the name beomgyu?

beomgyu with the best friends to lovers trope is my area so let me lose my voice advocating for this

after endless blind dates with guys who you never find to treat you right, all beomgyu can be is selfish

i mean, if someone you pinned over for years was standing in front of the mirror, adjusting their hair and looking stunning was in your line of sight...

i would be selfish too 🤷‍♀️

and what could he do?

he was set on believing you only set the title as a friend for him

if he had an imaginary red name tag, it would say "friend" in permanent marker just to set him straight

all his flirting attempts (holding eye contact while talking and miserably attempting to wink) went unnoticed or horribly wrong

between you two, there were never any talks about going anything further than just friends

you had noticed how his jacket always found it's way over your shoulders in winter, sure, but is that it?

was he going to take you out to dinner and kiss you under the low-lit lantern above your front door?

the answer: yes. but with how slow you're moving, you wouldn't find that out for a while.

your mind only thought about him as you reached the blind date

only about his touch and voice as you sat alone, waiting

waiting for.. a bit too long.

beomgyu, having turned your location on out of jealousy protection just had a hench to come to your date

what if this date went well? what if he lost his chance forever?

beomgyu probably ran all the red lights just to meet you ><

and was it worth it? yes. because you finally were with someone you loved

TAEHYUN

kang taehyun and intimacy.

i'm an advocate for beom's f2l yeah sure... but taehyun.

pink haired taehyun is forever my favorite because the stylist read my thoughts and gave me the look i wanted

old love.

i mean past marriage and past the "oh i'm so in love" stage

i mean sitting down at a couch with hung up portraits of you two on the walls

i mean scars on your hands from when you were young, hugging each other so tight that your nails dug into the other's skin

neither of you noticed though, both too happy to see each other

youthful love isn't something you two speak about in past tense

you talk a lot about your love, about the two of you and all circulating you

from your old friend's favorite drink being out of stock to a little kid complimenting your hair

it's not the same feeling as when talking with a best friend, but a feeling of caring and understanding

each word that flows off your tongue you know will reach the other's ears

sitting on the couch, fingers tied into his, you couldn't help but reminisce on the love of your teenage years.

you hadn't known taehyun too well, only falling for him from afar

it had been illegal to fall for taehyun, your friend already having an infatuation with him

but if you knew it was a plan for them to set you up with taehyun, it would've spared you oh so much trouble.

sneaking out after curfew for pecks even though you were allowed to date him now and nobody was watching

kisses peppered over each other's faces shown in bright red lipstick (none of you wore it, but who doesn't like putting on a show)

you swore to every year you've been in love with kang taehyun, to every second you grew older

that when he snuck a kiss on your hand and whispered the same words he did in your teenage years

you would never fall in love with anyone but him.

HYUKA

kai's first kisses but he's shy >__<

do you know how in some k-dramas, bullies will lead someone on and lean in for a kiss

and then take a photo?

the anticipation would rise and fall similarly

... hyuka would never bully you. don't get me wrong... i just think that he would lead you to think you're about to kiss and then panic so much that he contemplates running away

like.. seriously contemplates it.

you two have yet to make anything official, instead resorting to taking it slow with agreements from both ends

obviously you were okay with this because you didn't want to force kai into anything he wasn't prepared for

but you were over ready

this was your fifth date, and you finally got to go to the arcade you've been longing to go with

well, not quite. you're not a fan of loud and flashy places

still, you've wanted to go to this arcade with hyuka bad. you wanted to watch his smile grow and his eyes focus on a game he's never played before so he can laugh about it

(and infect you with his laugh which- psst. is what gave you the idea to come)

hands clinging onto kai's sleeve, you walked behind him. the confidence you feigned while presenting the idea was now far lost in your mind

flashing colors surrounded you, but hyuka's smile was bright enough to distract you.

"omo, y/n! look!" he called, pointing to the snorlax claw machine (that you both knew would be rigged)

when has that ever stopped anyone?

the answer should be every time.

or at least this time.

because the thirty minutes and thirty months of money you spent on one singular claw machine flew past like that

"i'll go get more points!" kai shouted over the speakers, running to do as he said.

his little jog made you blush, distracted as you realized you hit the "drop" button

oh?

when the accident makes the claw machine finally pick up a snorlax plushie, how can you be mad?

how could you be mad when kai smiled so brightly at you when you informed him?

and when with that happiness, you were led to the position with his hands on your waist

how one thing led to another, you aren't sure

you weren't sure when he would kiss you back, either

it was honestly awkward. your eyes were closed as you simply waited for a kiss.

waiting for a kiss?? waiting... again??

finally opening your eyes, you feel a peck on your hand, and your eyes widened further than intended.

even without moving your hand, you saw hyuka hiding his shy giggles behind the snorlax plush.

[ratedfleur]

birthday sex

shen ricky x reader 927 word count genre ୭ explicit

🏷️ : birthday sex, vanilla sex, praise, creampie.

ricky had you underneath him as he had your legs tangled around his waist as he was thrusting slowly into you whilst murmuring soft praises to you.

“you feel so good, baby. pussy so tight around me, perfect pussy just for me.” ricky mutters before he leans down to lazily kiss you, licking your lips before he slips his tongue inside, fighting with yours before he pulled away, placing kisses on your cheek before he moved down to your jaw and towards your neck.

you moaned prettily whilst arching your back as he thrusted, feeling ricky deep inside of you.

all of the blood rushes down to his dick when you moaned his name while scratching his back with your red manicured nails, a color that ricky loved on you.

he smiles and sinks himself deeper into you, “fucking you that good huh?” ricky mutters as he watches you nod, hands digging into his skin as his thrusts picked up the pace, balls slapping against your ass from the pace he had.

you were easy to please, ricky could have his mouth against your pussy and you’re happy. he could have his dick sliding against your pussy and you’re happy. he could slip himself into you and keep himself still and you’d still be happy.

you were practically melting on the bed once he slipped himself into you earlier once the clock striked 12 for your birthday. ricky purposely played around with your pussy for 30 minutes before he fucked you when the clock striked 12.

“haaah… love your cock, baby..” you gasped when his cock reaches deep into you, poking right at your hole.

this has ricky smiling from ear to ear as he’s thrusting into you, he could feel how tight you were clenching around him every time he pulls and pushes into you, constantly clenching around him when he’s deep inside you.

you pull ricky down, holding his nape before you pulled him towards you, pressing your desperate mouth against his, hurriedly kissing him when you could feel yourself coming right at the edge.

ricky lets you kiss him in the way you want, smiling before he swallows up every whimper and moan you let out against his lips. he smooches you one more time before he pulled away, “you’re close? wanna cum on me before i make you full with my cum?” he purrs.

you gasp, “so big, baby.. aah, so big.. feel full already..” you moaned, growing dumb over ricky’s dick.

at this point, ricky’s cheeks would hurt from the amount of smiling he had done from the moment you looked pretty underneath him.

the smile never left his lips as he fucked you.

“look at you, pretty girl. taking my cock like the good girl you are.. i bet you liked your present, huh? loving my cock deep into you?” ricky purrs as he’s pounding into you, you moan his name as a response.

“yes yes yes! love your cock, all for me— baby, ‘m gonna come..” you whined as you took his cock deep into you before clenching hard around his length.

ricky coos, “that’s it, baby. cum all over me, come on.” he says before you thank him continuously as you felt yourself go over the edge.

“‘m cumming— thank you, baby.. thank you, thank you! aaah!” you moaned tearily before your orgasm exploded, cumming all over ricky who fucked you through your orgasm.

soon enough, each thrust ricky did was accompanied by a wet sound, forcing your cum out of you when he thrusted deep and fast into you, making you preen as your toes curled as you clenched repeatedly around him.

“in me, baby.. please.. wan’ your cum in me!” you gasp when ricky pulled out, leaving his head in your winking hole before he slammed himself back into you, making you scream his name as you scratched his back up with red scratches.

“yeah? you want my cum? make you all pretty and full for your birthday?” ricky grunted as he gripped the back of your thighs before pushing them up, pressing them against your chest before he plowed into you.

you nodded, tears streaming down your rosy cheeks as you begged ricky to fill you up with his cum.

ricky proceeded to drill himself into you, forcing his dick into your tight hole that simply went dumb for his cock, clenching repeatedly around nothing when ricky slipped right out of you before he slammed himself into you again.

he fucks like an animal, fucking you hard against the bed which has you melting as ricky held your thighs up, folding you in half.

“i’m gonna cum, gonna keep you full with my cum and a plug. ah shit, baby.. cumming!” ricky groaned before you reached over for his waist, pulling him close to you when you heard he was cumming.

he indeed made you full with his warm cum, some of his and your cum dripped out of you because of a few thrusts before ricky stopped thrusting, stilling himself deep inside of you before he plopped himself on top of you, feeling your arms wrap around his shoulders once he placed your legs down on the bed.

“happy birthday, baby— shit, don’t clench around me like that!” ricky laughed when you clenched around him just once, laughing when he whines against your skin when you clenched around him again.

“best birthday yet, thank you baby.” you said with a glow on your face before you kissed his cheek, letting ricky rest on your shoulder.

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Mikey x Reader x Draken (Tokyo Revengers)(Part 7)

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“’M about to find out.” 

Draken draws out, and miraculously your eyes open, just a little, just a slit, peeking out, yet the dragon tattoo owner doesn’t waste time to seize this chance.

“...Is my Babygirl ready to cum for her other boyfriend?” he coos, pampering the shell of your ear with greedy smooches.

Ken Ryuguji's paternal nature combined with his utterly masculine boyish style has your head spinning, not to mention how Mikey just wrecked your entire world just minutes ago. You can still feel his cum slipping from your ass, melting your reluctance and molding you back together in a way that you’ll regret later.

“It´s too much—” You coo, “Please, Ken—…" The mention of his name halts his movements all together, attention solely on your next words, “Please, please, please, please-”

“Please what, kitten?” he wonders, “please fuck me harder, please make me cum, please keep stuffing my pretty, little cunt till I burst?... I need more specifics, my sweet girl.”

Mikey chuckles at Draken´s antics, his playful teasing is just intoxicating for the shorter blond. For no one is he willing to get on his knees, except for Ken Ryuguji, for him does it at the snap of his fingers, and you will soon discover that you too will be tamed by this glorious man, just the same.

“P-Please stop—…. I really need-need... to be able to walk in the next-t few days.”  You mutter against his throat, sobbing a little, your body shakes like when you cry but the constant falling water prevents him from see tears. You are doing everything you can to convince him, to poke at his soft spot as his hard cock pokes at yours, right fucking now. 

God! he really looks handsome when his dark eyes soften ever so slightly when you pout, blonde hair like wet noodles cascading down his strong back, tall and impossibly thick. This toman Commander just got finished from fucking you dumb the previous night, how the fuck does he still has the stamina to keep going when you already felt so fucking drained? 

“I'm not—not sure I want to cum again.” You keep pouting, nuzzling at the crook of his neck, so needy.

“Yeah?”  He returns softly, dragging a hand up your back.  “Bet I can make you want it.”

Those predatory eyes gleamed alive with the challenge, and you hurry to weave a plan b. You know you must divert his attention in a drastic way and perhaps draw Mikey´s lewd curiosity can help you achieve just that. You are grateful to be under the hot water, since at least that will help you hide the strong blush painting your cheeks, when you say.

“A-Actually, I´m a little hungry, Ken—” you grunt, tightening your hold on him and arming yourself with courage, force yourself to finish.   “Please, I want-… I want milk in my tummy.”

You make your voice sound erotically childish, a delicious beg and so, SO spoiled, it captures both boy’s attention. Having them in trance, you open your mouth and stick your tongue out, pointing a finger at it. "Please, want it in my mouth." You request, pleading so prettily, Mikey´s close to have a full boner all over again.

“FUCK! Kenchin, let her!” Mikey beams from the wet floor, slowly holding himself up on his elbows. “I bet she won't even be able to swallow half of it but I really, REALLY want to see her gag trying, man.”

Draken steals a glance at you. He knows exactly what you are doing, using Mikey’s childish, spoiled nature against him. You are so clever and sly. Draken really ADORES you.

“This isn’t over,” Draken eventually warns you, gently pulling out of your stretched pussy and immediately, you feel relieve wash over you.  He turns around and shutting off the falling water from the shower, he untangles you from his waist until the soles of your feet touch the wet floor. 

“Tears don’t work on me, kitten—but... Don’t you ever do that to me again.” Goodheartedly scolds, sweeping a thick thumb over the creases of your eyes to wipe clean the remaining drops. 

You relax, smiley and dopey-eyed at finally being able to have your way at something. You weren't a fan of having to suck Draken off, but you'd rather than have him buried inside you for the next hour. You are so fucking glad, he gave in. Soon they´ll let you out, and you will go straight to a pharmacy for a birth control pill to avoid anything that could be boiling in your womb, that sounds perfect. You want this to be over as soon as possible.

“So… —”

“On your knees, baby-” Mikey butts in, tugging you down until your knees hit the ground, you find him in the same position, a mischievous grin on his face, before announcing. 

"I'll show you how to do it first and then you´ll continue…" you openly gap at him, and the blond caresses your chin, leaning down to steal a kiss from your stunned lips at his sudden declaration. "Don't you dare look away or I'll have to punish you." Mikey warns, in a playful manner, even so, something dangerous lurks behind relaxed façade, and you reduce to nod.

“Manjiro Sano has no gag reflex,” Draken replies shortly, starting to thread his fingers among his bestie´s wet tresses, darkened gaze set on his leader.  And then he doesn’t say anything more, like that explanation is more than enough.

“Oh.” You remark after a second, thinking about how many times have these two pleased each other, and still, they are considered the toughest guys around. “I see.”

Without ever being prompted, Manjiro Sano swallows his sub-commander thick piece of meat in one go, whole cock dips down his throat till his nose hit Draken´s pubic bone and stays still there. Letting the swollen tip nip at the back of his esophagus without making a single gagging noise. 

“FUCK!” Draken groans loudly, tilting his head back. “Fucking gifted this boy is~” his lips curl into a smile letting his canines show at the same time his eyelids close tight. 

Mikey mind-blowingly slowly starts to bob his head up and down Draken´s meaty shaft, coating it in his saliva while setting a faster tempo. Lazily letting his tongue peek out to slide over the sides to then dip him inside and taste it, tracing the dull edge of his teeth from time to time and massage the head of his cock until Draken is openly groaning, all dizzy and delirious. Thighs trembling erratically at how good it feels, nearing to burst way sooner than he wants to.

“That’s enough, M-Mikey.” Draken chokes out between clenched teeth, going as far as to pull the shorter blond from his thickness, a pop sound indicating how sudden the motion is.

Mikey falls on his heels, heaving loudly, eyes narrowed, cheeks burning, saliva trickling down his chin to his neck. His tongue sticking out of his mouth, like missing the thick cock that used to reside on top. His lascivious and lazy stare turns to you, and licking his lips erotically, the boy ends up saying. 

"I left it ready for you, do the same thing I did, and you're going to have more milk than you're going to be able to swallow, kitten." The leader of the Tokyo Manji advice, scooting away, leaving you room to kneel in front of his tall lover.

What a pair these two made. Both incredibly attractive and both incredibly thirsty for YOU. It is flattering and terrifying, and so, SO exhaustive.

Slowly crawling closer, you kneel in front of Draken. You can feel Mikey's anticipation, he is on the edge of the seat to see you imitate him, his strong fingers combing away your wet hair from your face, making sure each strand is behind your ears.

“Open up, baby~” Mikey stresses, almost drooling. Pupils blown, and chest heaving. Excitement eating him away. “Don´t make us wait.”

Draken's cock looks huge up closely. Flushed pink head, and thick to the base, heavy balls warning you that you will have to swallow a heavy load. Your jaw aches just thinking about having to swallow it whole.

The warmth that settles in the pit of your tummy intensifies by the shining tip of Draken´s cock, now achingly swollen and begging for attention.  

“Have you ever sucked someone before, kitten?” Draken whispers, and quickly adds.  “You look SO sexy on your knees.” The tall commander can´t stop praising you, reaching his thumb down to trace the cupid bow of your upper lip.

“Only Mikey-y....” You stammer, shying away by looking down at your hands. An both blonds, mute at the revelation. They had almost forgotten that you were a virgin just one night ago and this morning, they had already defiled you in every possible way. Nevertheless, the excitement both feel from having you is too much and overshadows guilt, making them want more than anything for you to squeeze every drop of cum out of Draken. 

“She´s not a pro,” the shorter blond states, “but it´s a fucking natural, if I recall well.” Broadly smiles, and slowly gets behind you, crawling closer until his front is glued to your back. Both kneeling, when his mischievous hands slide at each side of your neck to bluntly massage your jaw. “Open wide, gorgeous, breakfast is ready—” 

He doesn’t give you time to react when pushes you against his bestie's crotch, your closed lips smash against the swollen head at the same time you close your eyes at the brusque act. 

“So disobedient.” Mikey shares, and Draken chuckles, before you feel his thumb and forefinger pinch at your nose. The air supply is cut out and eventually your mouth opens gasping, to what Draken pushes in, just the tip, he doesn’t want to overwhelm you. Your eyes pop open and Draken sees how glassy your gaze is turning, and sighing, advises. 

“Mikey, let her breathe.” 

“Oh, right.” Mikey seems to remember what his finger are doing and let go. You inhale sharply from your nose, “use your tongue, swipe it around the head…” the blond behind you whispers against your ear, and this time, you obey. 

“That’s it—” Mikey praises, “lick it like you would a lollipop.” You can hear his excited voice guide you. 

Draken reduces to watch from his privileged position, at how you swirl your tongue with slow and timid cat licks at first but then your tongue gains speed and ferocity. 

“Yeah, use your lips as well,” Mikey suggests, “hollow your cheeks—don’t be afraid to suck it deeper.”

You follow his instruction like a good pupil, and in matter of seconds, you hear Draken drown a deep growl. 

“Look how well you are doing,” Mikey grabs your hand in his to then reaches up Draken’s tense thighs, “you have him at the edge, kitten.” Guiding your palm up and down his smooth, wet skin helps you cup his balls. “This are heavy…” both weight them against your palms, and Mikey doesn’t waste time to use his free hand to push you farther until hears you gag violently against Draken’s cock, and he leans in, taking your body with the motion until he’s sucking his friend’s balls. 

The teamwork has Draken rolling his eyes to the back of his head, jaw drop open, eyes tightly shut and heart hammering fast inside his strong chest. 

“Make her-… make her bob her head, man—” he struggles to say, “please, I n-need… I need to fuck her pretty-… PRETTY face.” 

Mikey giggles against his balls sends a delicious tingle up Draken’s thick thighs, and headily groans when Mikey uses the hand on the back of your head to drag you up and down his length. Bobbing unrestingly fast inside your mouth, drool falls down your jaw and tears roll down your cheeks, your jaw aches at how wide it opens. 

“S’good,” Draken chokes out, unsure if it’s Mikey’s efforts on his balls, your tight cramped throat around his cock or both, that has his head spinning, “I’m, I’m close—” 

Draken’s palm suddenly lands on Mikey’s head drawing his attention from the task in hand, and without sharing a single word, he knows what his lover is asking. 

“Your show, love.”

You hear Mikey say as he leans out, his chin softly rests on the curve of your shoulder to have a good view, and nipping your strained jaw once, mutters. 

“Breathe through your nose the entire time, if not you’ll faint. Trust me.” 

Draken barks a laugh at Mikey’s advice, and takes your head between his warm palms, wiping the tears off your face, your eyes lock and you see that dangerous smirk peek out. Fuck! He looked driven. 

Draken evidently has been holding back, because he starts fucking you so hard that if your body wasn’t being hugged by Mikey from behind will be difficult for you to stay up on your knees. 

Gagging and choking noises fill the bathroom and your nails begin to rake down his strong thighs as you cower inside Mikey’s embrace, his cheek resting on your shoulder as you whimper softly, your sobs interrupted by moans whenever Draken’s tip kisses the back of your throat.

“Oooh she’s doing so well~” Mikey laughs, “Does she get to cum?”

“Let’s hear her beg,” Draken pipes up, pulling out of your mouth so suddenly you gasped.

“You heard him,” Mikey says, sensually chewing at your earlobe, “Beg.”

“Please,” You hear yourself say, “please Mikey, I want to cum—” you are not sure where those words are coming from, but it surprises you, your body is aching to feel some kind of comfort. Cumming doesn’t sound bad at all. Your back arches against Mikey’s chest, cracking your neck to face him, shame forgotten, “Please, please my love, can I cum?” the shorter blond can’t bite down the gasp, and Draken swears violently, way too pleased by your blessed words. 

“Mikey—” Draken breaths out, “I’m on it.” Mikey interrupts him, getting to work. 

Manjiro Sano snakes an arm down your body to rub maddening circles at your swollen clit and that sends you vaulting over the brink, your whole body jerking violently as your orgasm rips through you. Your mouth parts, but you don’t squeal, instead you pant, and then your eyes shut unhurriedly, rolling to the back of your head, as you feel your cunt flutter and clench desperately around nothing.

“She´s cumming harder and faster each time,” Mikey says, “Such a frail little mare.” You sniffle a little, tears of pure ecstasy rolling down your eyes. You look beautifully destroyed. 

“Are ya ready to swallow till the last drop I have for you, kitten?” Draken asks and you shake your head no, but you mouth redeems you by saying a lazy and quiet “yes”. He smirks, pleased by how good your body is responding to their conditioning and looks at Mikey. “Sano, finish me off, this kitten is way too cock drunk.” 

“Yes, Sir!” Mikey beams, and without delay swallows Draken’s cock down, “I’m so fucking close,” his friend is quick to warn, “make sure you leave the milk for her—AHHHH. Fuck. Manjiro!” 

Draken’s grip on Mikey’s hair becomes bruising as he feels himself get impossibly hard inside his wet and warm mouth, bobbing his head up and down at the right speed, knowing by heart the way he likes it. Doesn’t take much for Draken to blast a stream of violent swearing, Mikey’s sign to pull out and make you engulf that throbbing cock, your body trembles as vast ropes of musty cum paint your throat white, you gag a little. 

“Swallow down, baby, Kenchin’s loads are fucking thick.” Mikey makes sure to hold your head in place with one hand, while with the other caresses your neck, tenderly.

Draken finally relaxes, shooting a hand to firmly grab hold of the bend under your chin, taking slow, deep breaths through his mouth and tries to relax the tensing muscle of your jaw wrapping around his girth with soothing circular motions of his thumbs. 

“Did ya swallow all, kitten?” He heaves out, and you nod once you can gulp down the last drop. 

“Such a wonderful, and precious girlfriend we have, ain´t that right, Sano?” 

Mikey lets go of your head, allowing Draken’s flaccid cock to slip out of your stretched lips, and kissing the skin on your neck, replies. 

“The fucking love of our life’s, without a fucking doubt.” You feel him hug you tight, and Draken gets down over his heels to be at eye level with the two of you. 

“Now, sweetness, let’s take you out to eat something, you can’t just have milk.” Mikey chuckles at his jeer, and you feel your body relax against Mikey’s. Finally, you glimpse a way out. 

“Maybe we can finish bathing..." Mikey snickers out, “I mean, this time actually do it.” 

Your body is limp against him, and you couldn't care less what they want to do.

“Sure, all this was a happy accident.” Draken lips curl into a sassy smile.

“Sort of.” Mikey smiles wryly.

The next thing you know is that Draken smoothly interlaces his fingers among your wet tresses doing a soft massage as he washes the sweat and grim out of your hair. 

Meanwhile, Mikey passes a soft sponge through your front, lifts your arms to slide the soft material and down your collarbone, trances the shape of your breast putting special attention to the way your smooth skin shines enticingly at being soaped up, and biting down a gasp, scrubs your belly to then kneel and wash the length of your curvy legs. 

Standing up, a big smile blooms in his face seeming content with his work and sporting the child inside him, beams. 

“My turn.”

Closing his eyes waits for you to get to work since you are a little more awake, and the sound of the splashing water sounds louder in your ears when you openly ignore his request. 

Mikey is still waiting, eyelids closed, and arms spread open as if waiting for you to claim the space between. After a couple of seconds of inactivity from your part, you see how he tilts his head slightly down. His sign for you to wash his hair first, but you don’t find the strength to move. 

After a couple of tense minutes, a bottle of shampoo materializes out of thin air, or so you think, and gently pours its content over the golden haired Toman leader´s tresses. 

Tipping your eyes up, you notice how Draken steps in and without asking you guides your hands into Mikey’s hair. 

Both your fingers entangle among his golden strands while creating foam and bubbles, and untangling his strong hands from the task, the tall teen commands. 

“Do as I do with you, (y/n).”

You stare at him for a minute before obeying, a little moved at how stern he is looking down at you as if expecting for you to rebel against him, and quietly huffing, you follow his instructions.

Mikey literally melts into your touch, almost purring at every movement of your fingers among his hair. The three of you bathe each other, in tender and measured movements full of affection and devotion, nothing compared to when they fuck you. They are totally different people when are not horny.

This same routine of thirds follows when you get dressed. So utterly patient and steadfast in the way they manipulate your body taking their time to dry and brush your wet mane before wrapping it in a towel, then fold you in each piece of clothing almost like wives dressed their samurai husbands in ancient times.

A soft kiss being deposited along your washed and flushed skin each time it seems fit for them.

The bed dips beneath Sano Manjiro’s weight while he entertains himself braiding your soft hair and once the three are ready and presentable again, you shiver for you realize you no longer remembered how his voice sounded without being excited.  

“.... I know a place nearby that has the best dorayaki,” you don't answer him, yet Draken nods and soon the three of you walk towards the door and before opening it, Draken looks at you out of the corner of his eye. 

"We are stronger and faster, baby, I don't recommend you trying our patience..." you feel Mikey's hand rest on the small of your back, supporting his partner´s warning, "I really, REALLY wouldn't try it." 

A derisive snort leaves your lips and Mikey´s voice makes its appearance closer to your ear than you expected, "—Nor will I discard this helpful advice either, because as we can be devoutly good,” he nips at your earlobe, playfully but that playfulness dies fast as his teeth clench harder, to make his next words clear. “We can also be very, VERY bad."

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what their kisses are like - tokrev boys

some kiss hcs for a selections of my personal tokyo revengers blorbos, including: Mikey, Draken, Baji, Chifuyu, Kazutora, Hakkai, Taiju, Koko, and Inupi.

Generally speaking, Mikey kisses confidently. You have about a 50/50 chance of getting a kiss from The Invincible Mikey, who, of course, is on top of the fucking world. But the other half of the time, when he’s at his most vulnerable, you might have to kiss him first. He’ll feel distant, and maybe even a little cold. He needs you to keep him grounded, and once he relaxes, he kisses you like he’s afraid you’re a ghost that’ll vanish if he takes his hands off of you. There’s a softness about his movements that beg you to please, please not go away. 

Draken’s kisses are steady, sure, and gentlemanly. He’s like having your feet on solid ground. He wants you to know you can trust him, and he won’t kiss you directly on the mouth without permission, and rarely (if ever) in front of others. Somehow you’ll end up with his face inches from yours, and through a half lidded gaze, he’ll establish eye contact with you, glance down at your lips and then back up, and in that low voice of his, he’ll hit you with the ol’ “……can I kiss you..?” He wants you to feel and know in the pit of your soul that you’ll always be safe with him.

Baji couldn’t kiss gently if he wanted to (which he doesn’t). He’s not one to hold back his emotions and the physical expressions thereof, so you’d best brace yourself for his face crashing into yours, because he will come at you out of nowhere and it will leave you breathless. He’s a biter too, likes to finish off a kiss by biting and tugging your bottom lip as he pulls away. 

Chifuyu is the shaky nervous kisser. He’ll go into it thinking he’s confident in what he’s doing but the second your lips touch, he’s not so sure he’s got this as under control as he thought. Gets very caught up in the moment and can’t believe your lips are touching. He prefers not to be the one leading. He can initiate, but he’s much more comfortable if you guide him. 

Kazutora kisses playfully. If anybody on this list is going to be the one to have silly makeouts with you, it’s Kazutora. He has fun with you, and he likes seeing you smile. If you’re in front of others, he’ll push his limits with you. He might seem all innocent standing behind you with his chin resting on your shoulder, but don’t be fooled — it all starts with a chomp on the shoulder or him blowing on that one spot by your ear that he knows is sensitive. He may or may not tickle you. Either way, it all leads to lots of quick pecks and lots of him trying to see just where he can land his hands on you. His favorite is resting his hands on your hips and seeing how close he can inch his fingers in the direction of squeezing your ass. He never actually does, he wouldn’t be that forward in front of an audience — he just wants to make you squirm. If you’re alone, it’ll turn into play wrestling, or the two of you will do dumb shit to try and make each other burst into giggle fits. Imo, he’s such a switch and this smooch battle is 100% to see who tops tonight.

Hakkai kisses stiffly at first. He doesn’t tremble at all, he’s just full-on deer in the headlights. You’ll have to surprise him to snap him out of it. Personally, I’d recommend blowing a raspberry against his lips. It’ll be a cute little giggle moment between the two of you. Once you find your rhythm together, his kisses are fluid, smooth, and sweet like honey. He’s warm and gentle like a tropical ocean. 

Taiju kisses hungrily, like the untamable, insatiable beast he is. His kisses are overpowering, like he’s hellbent on devouring you. If you’re bold enough to pull him in closer, it’ll only encourage him further. He’s all-consuming like a forest fire, and you will be panting and sweating by the time he pulls away.

Koko’s kisses catch you off guard. He’s hard to predict, there’s no seeing it coming. Definitely likes to tease, and definitely uses tongue. Not, like, in an unsexy way, but more like you’ll be so lost in how he moves that when he kinda just bleps your lips and pulls away, he knows you’re gonna be thinking about how you want him to keep going. But by the same token, he’s also easy to surprise and never suspects it if you’re about to plant one on him. It’s just a constant game of “who’s gonna surprise smooch whom”. Also, I can 100% guarantee that he’s the one out of this list with the softest lips. You know he exfoliates, sleeps with Vaseline on his lips, the works.

Inupi has two modes; his kisses either feel cozy like home, or are strong and steady. The latter always steal your breath, no matter how prepared you think you are for ‘em. They’re deep, passionate, and reassuring. He’s the perfect blend of calm and intense.

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The Limo Driver (part one)

Jake Lockley x Fem!Reader

Warnings: SMUT. Very NSFW which is funny cause reader is in her workplace. Fingers exactly where you want them.

Summary: Jake has issues, yet has the audacity to be possessive.

Words: 4700+

Notes: Hiii! I wasn't posting for a while because I wasn't satisfied with my writing, but now save yourselves I'm backkkk

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Truth is… you’ve missed him. All this time you’ve missed him.

You have realized he never told you how old he is, where he is from, or what he does. You don’t have any substantial information about his personality, about who he is as a person. All you know is he answers to the name of Jake and you think he drives a limo for a living.

That’s it. That’s all you have on him. And half of it it’s guessed.

Yet, you’ve missed him. A lot. Which is pretty stupid. And annoying.

Because if you already have to deal with mornings you suddenly wake up breathing hard and sweaty just by the infuriatingly vivid idea of his warm mouth making his way down on your neck, or the roughness of his hands grabbing your hips to pull you closer, deeper, harder… ugly, disgusting ideas you’re determined to call nightmares. At work, everything gets worse. 

There are days when the restaurant is full, no matter how late it is. So you move around on a nonstop cycle greeting, serving, and cleaning until your shift is over and you don’t have energy left to think about anything else than your soft, comfy bed. But there are also days when almost no one comes. Days when no one wants breakfast at 1 am, for some reason, so you don’t have anyone to reassure there’s still bacon and eggs available—even when the ‘24-hour breakfast’ slogan plagues pretty much every inch of the restaurant. Nothing to serve, nothing to clean, no repetition to follow. Nothing to concentrate on.

So all that are you left with it’s the constant hum of the ceiling fan, your thoughts and the fact that his usual seat pulls your attention like a gravitational force, taking over you against all your fucking will. Whether it’s being used by a stranger and you can’t escape how wrong it feels having someone else where it should be him, or when its emptiness seems to mock how you haven’t been able to forget him despite how long it’s been since the last time you saw him.

So of course it’s stupid and annoying… and stupid.

Because if he’s not sitting there frowning at his coffee and flirting with you whenever you got closer enough, as he did for weeks on end all these months ago, it’s because he doesn’t want to, right? It’s been nearly a half-year for fuck’s sake. Of course he doesn’t want to.

You know that. You do. Yet the kiss gets replayed on your mind all the fucking time. Because that’s the exact same spot where you felt his lips against yours for real, not like the not-good-enough vanished version of your drea—nightmares.

Even though you’d prefer those horrible nightmares than staying behind the counter with nothing to do but alternate your eyes between a smooching couple in one corner and an old melancholic man observing the night sky in the other, the only customers in the restaurant. No one else has entered the place in a torturously slow hour and a half. And there's still another hour left until your shift ends.

It’s embarrassing how all your life you had been proud of yourself for not letting anyone take over your mind as you’ve seen in cheesy movies and listened to in corny songs. You were fine, taking care of your well-being, working on as many jobs as physically possible, patiently increasing your savings, doing everything in your hands to follow your slightly unrealistic dreams. But this? This is straight-out dumb.

You think about him as soon as you wake up, you get distracted on your daily life, on your work. And the fact that any little silly thing has the power to make you think of him, to wonder what he might be doing, may have he eaten, might he be okay—it’s infuriating.

You just never had someone on your mind… all the fucking time. 

And now it’s getting to a point you’re just mad about it. About how silly you were to open up to him, to share your dreams and fears when he didn’t even tell you his last name. About how naive you were to let him be part of your life so easily. About the stupid kiss, too. About how you still care, how you’re still hoping he’s okay. About everything. Even the soft buzzing of the coffee machine is getting on your nerves. 

You just have to… forget him. Somehow.

While you channel all of your frustration into cleaning the bar table for the eighty-sixth time you go through it again. You need a plan, you have to get over him. You need to go out, have a social life, get some new air. You’ll fucking do fifty push-ups every time he comes to mind if you need to. You won’t spend not even one more second thinking of him or his stupid lips, nor the lopsided almost-smiles he would give you every time you—

“Always working so hard, preciosa.”

A beat, and then you feel how your heart starts to race in your chest as all the oxygen seems to leave your lungs, getting replaced with too many emotions and thoughts you can’t process all at once. Everything feels like too much for a second. Too alive, too fast, too hot. And as if your body had a mind of its own, while you’re still trying to regain control of it, your head lifts and you’re certain you’ll finally find out you have lost your fucking mind. 

But you haven't. Because he’s right there, in his usual chair. 

Jake.

His brown eyes are the first thing that catches your attention, his gaze always having the power to somehow make you feel safe and exposed at the same time. Just like the first time you saw him, you weren’t able to look away even when he was drenched, limping, and bleeding. Another thing he never explained. 

The memory makes you examine the rest of his body. He’s wearing a t-shirt and a shirt and his chest is moving hard underneath, almost like he had run here. At least he doesn’t seem hurt this time. You also notice he’s not wearing his usual hat and you think this might be the first time you’ve ever seen his hair in full glory. Even if it’s slightly combed you can see it’s curly and fluffy and you try to bury deep down the stupid desire to lose your fingers in it. 

And you realize his whole body seems to be vibrating with some sort of energy, some sort of excitement you’ve also never seen in him before. And your own body, too susceptible to his, can almost feel it emanating out of him.

You search back for his eyes just in time to catch his slowly lifting from your body and when they make contact with yours they shine with something you rather don’t think about right now.

“It’s been a while,” he says still a little out of breath. And your heart is still in your throat while you wait for him to continue but he doesn’t. Is he expecting you to say something back to that? After all this time? Oh, it’s been a while? I haven’t noticed. At all. It’s not like I’ve been worrying to death because of you. 

But even if you wanted to say anything at all out loud you don’t think you could, you’re still frozen in place working with way less oxygen than needed. So you keep taking each other in, staring in silence like two idiots waiting for the other to say something. And to your surprise, he gives in first.

“Did you miss me?” He doesn’t smile, but his eyes are bright and there’s a teasing lilt to his voice, that flirty tone you know so well. The first thing about him that you can actually recognize because everything else feels out of place. The absence of his hat, the casual clothes, his whole weirdly happy demeanor. So you hold into it. 

Which is the worst thing you could do. Because your heart already struggling somewhere in your chest makes a mortal downfall to your stomach in response to it. And you feel it breaking a little bit more. Of the thousand if-he-ever-comes-back scenarios you had in your head you never picture him being almost… cheeky about it. He spends night after night for months bolted to that chair, talking to you, flirting with you, fighting any drunk who got too handsy, waiting for you on your late shifts to accompany your way home through dark streets, looking at you in that stupid bone-melting way he does… kissing you, just to disappear for six months and appear all of the sudden to ask if you missed him? The nerve of him.

“It’s good to see you, Jake,” you acknowledge, and you curse yourself for your slightly shaky voice. You’re still trying to gain your body back from the emotional overload. The adrenaline is still buzzing through your veins. And the way his gaze flick to your mouth once you pronounce his name doesn't make it any easier.

“Just black coffee?” You hear yourself ask, and you curse yourself once more for blurting out his usual order just like that. You shouldn’t remember those things after six months, should you? The thing is you’re not just trying to avoid answering his stupid question but you also need to have at least something to do with your hands. You can’t just stand there in front of him like an idiot, for god’s sake.

“Uh, yeah, thanks,” he answers dropping his gaze to the table and you take the opportunity to turn around away from his mesmerizing brown eyes and stupidly long eyelashes at least for a moment. “Always having fun playing with my heart, preciosa. You didn’t miss me, then?”

Again, the nerve of him.

“Clients come and go,” you toss carelessly back at him. Not facing him gives you a false sense of power. You have never been so ruthless around him, you never fully played along with his flirty comments but neither did you shut him down. Not being able to resist him. Stupid you. But no more of that.

“Mmm, just a client then,” he remarks in a meditative tone.

“Well, after all this time you’re not even that, are you?” You throwback a little too firmly, serving his cup of coffee a little too hard, almost spilling some on the counter bar. God, where is this passive aggressiveness coming from?

He doesn’t answer and you don’t expect him to. Instead he just looks at you. So you do the same, you can’t back down now.

As you observe him you notice part of his weirdly vibrating energy seems to have diminished along with his playful demeanor. He has realized you’re not playing around. And for a second you feel a stab of regret. Despite your annoyance, you enjoyed watching this new third expression his always serious face is capable of making, besides his usual grumpy, extra-grumpy murderous one you were already used to. Now all you have left are his rich brown eyes, which reveal more information than his words have ever done. Despite his will, you believe.

“How’s our cat?” Jake tries again, changing the subject. One you can’t resist.

“My cat. Just mine. And she’s fine. So big you wouldn’t recognize her.”

“Did you find her a name?”

“No. She’s still Viejita.”

Viejita. The way he called her when he brought her to you, tiny, malnourished, and full of fleas. He had found her alone in the streets. Said he had no heart to leave her, but he couldn’t take her home with him. Something about already having fish and cats not being discreet enough. So like the idiot you are you took her with you.

Not like you regretted though. You are pretty sure that tiny black-haired monster has become the love of your life.

“Viejita,” he chuckles softly. “That’s good. I approve it.”

You gasp, shocked. How dare he.

“You have no right.”

This time around he’s the one who seems shocked. After a brief moment, he says in perfect conviction: “Of course I do. I found her. I’m her father.”

“Yeah, you’ve missed half her life, that actually sounds like it.”

The silence rises again and his eyes, god, his eyes are looking at you with an intensity you’ve seen only once before: the night he kissed you. So instead of doing the grown-up thing and facing him once and for all, you do exactly the opposite. You turn around and pretend to be very busy doing literally nothing.

“And how have you been?” He asks a few moments later. Even when you can’t see him you feel his eyes pinned on you. You move things from one side to the other, pretending to organize them when you’re actually doing quite the contrary. You take a mental note to put everything back in its place before your co-worker arrives for her shift.

“I have work to do. Other customers to serve, Jake. Can’t spend the night chatting with you.”

“Yeah, sure, I see that. You’re drowning in orders,” you hear him grumble as you make your way to the table of the smooching couple that just left. They just had coffee and waffles, but you make the most of it taking as much time as you can carrying the mugs to the kitchen. Yet, it still takes too little. By the time you’re back at the counter top, there's still a half-hour of shift left. And Jake is right where you left him, his coffee untouched.

 “C’mon bonita, talk to me.”

You had forgotten the power his dark raspy voice has over you, breaking goosebumps all over your body. One more reason to hate your work dress too short everywhere, leaving your arms as exposed as your legs.

“Stop—Stop calling me… things in Spanish, please.”

“But you are bonita. Muy bonita. Preciosa.”

Fuck him, why does it sound so good? You’ll listen to Spanish ASMR tonight. Not having him in mind, of course.

“Well, I don’t like it.”

“Yeah, right. Don’t fight it. I’ve gone that way, too. But is just denial.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

He’s doing that thing where the corner of his lips is slightly raised and his eyes shine with mischief. You can’t help yourself. You fall right in.

“What were you in denial of?”

“You.”

Ok, no. Abort. Don’t go that way. Change the subject. Fast.

You fill the air with meaningless sounds until you actually find something to say. “What’s with the new style? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so… so casual.”

He doesn’t smile but you see it in his eyes, your reaction pleased him. But then he crosses his arms and leans back in his seat a little bit, along with a subtle change in his demeanor. Almost defensive, but you’re not sure. “Borrowed.”

“Borrowed?”

“Yeah.”

“Why did you need to borrow them?”

“Circumstances.” He answers with a shrug.

“Ok. And… what have you been up to?”

“Work.”

Single-word answers. A mimic of a response but not actually giving anything away. Keeping himself clean, not exposed, not involved.

“What are you doing, Jake?”

“I’m talking t—”

“No, you are not,” you interrupt him. You see a muscle appear on his cheek. “Why are you here? Why you came back?”

“I came back—came back to you. Didn’t want to leave.”

“But you did. So what does that mean?” You ask defenseless, tired of trying to figure him out. 

He opens his mouth but doesn’t say anything at the end. All you get is a head shake and a shrug as an apology. He won’t say anything, he never does.

“Nice talk.”

There are still almost twenty minutes left but you don’t care. The old melancholic man, the only customer besides Jake, is still sipping his coffee. He doesn’t need you.

You go and take your backpack to the bathroom. You’ll change and kill the time in there until your shift ends. But as soon as you close the door it opens again. Jake storms inside, you didn’t even hear his footsteps.

“Jake, what the f—”

“What’s wrong? What changed?” He interrupts you, positioning himself against the door. Blocking any way to escape him, forcing you to face him.

What changed?!

“Please, this isn’t—just…” you pause to take a big breath, putting all your effort into channeling the remaining patience you’ve got left “just leave me alone.”

“Why?” He asks softer than you expected, taking a step closer. But despite the tone, despite the cautious way he's approaching you you can see he’s holding back. You can feel his body tense with restraint.

“Because I want to be alone. I don’t want to be near you right now.”

“Why?”

“Why?”

“Yeah, why?”

Is too fucking small here, this bathroom can barely fit two people. And he’s gotten closer. You can feel the heat emanating out of him. The audacity to come here and perform a little interrogatory when he never answers any of your questions.

“Jake, please—”

“Answer me. Why don’t you want me near you?”

“Please, stop being an—” an asshole, you want to say. A selfish idiot who just takes and doesn’t give anything back. But you don’t. “Just leave.”

“Tell me why.”

That’s it.

“I don’t wanna be near you because you’re being a fucking asshole and I hate assholes and I hate your stupid chair and I hate that you leave only when you want to and not when I ask you to, like when you kissed me and you just fucking left! I hate that you don’t answer any of my questions but you come here expecting me to answer all of yours, and I hate that you are so close to me,” you snap, trying to push him away full force but he doesn’t move an inch. “And I fucking hate you too so get the fuck off m—”

It’s so fast. His hand on the back of your neck is what silences you. He’s suddenly pulling you closer, caging you by taking over your waist with his whole fucking arm. And when you are millimeters from his face his eyes shine with something you can’t quite put your finger on but they immediately change into something primitive and dark, halfway to insane.

And then his mouth is on yours and he’s kissing you. Hard.

All you can feel is him. His scent. The low hum when his tongue invades your mouth. The hand holding the back of your head, the other moving over your back and pushing you towards his torso. All hard muscles and heat. His pulse jumping under your fingertips. His upper thigh between your legs. 

Is this how it feels when he loses control? Is this how it feels when you lose control?

It must be. Because for sure you’re not in control of your body right now. Not for the way is pushing back to fit every part of his. Nor for the way you moan when he bites your lower lip. Or for the way your fingers trail down and get into the waistband of his jeans, desperate to feel more of him. The contact makes him shudder and growl into your mouth. But you can’t go any further because he’s suddenly turning you around so fast you barely get to hold your hands into the mirror before completely losing balance. His hands grip your hips, pulling you into him, making you feel the heat of his hardness and punching another pathetic moan out of you.

In response a pleased hum rose in his throat, the sound deep and husky. He slowly raises one hand through your body and wraps it around your throat, bringing you even closer to him. The other hand travels down your thigh. The look in his eyes wild and sharp, almost black when they click back on yours through the mirror's reflection. “Not so desperate to get away from me now, are we muñequita?”

You can’t breathe. Not when his fingertips find the hem of your dress. Not when he lifts it so, so slowly up to your waist. Not when he starts playing with the elastic of your panties. Not when he leans his head over your shoulder to get a better look. Not when he briefly brushes your clit through the fabric. Fuck.

You gasp at the contact. Jake removes his hand as his eyes immediately search for yours over the reflection, the intensity of his gaze as if his life depends on your answer.

“Do you still want me to leave?”

He’s not just asking for confirmation, he’s giving you a way out. If you say yes he will leave just like you said you wanted him two minutes ago. Perhaps he won’t ever show up again and you’ll finally get a chance to get back to your normal life before him. That’s what you should do. But you know won’t. Because whatever your common sense is shouting at you gets pushed back to the background. Too caught up in the way his body feels against yours. Too absorbed in what his next move might be, what his next words might sound like right there next to your ear. But you can't get yourself to recognize any of that out loud, so all you do is shake your head, utterly defeated.

“Mmm, what you want me to do then?”

You take his hand and try to take it back to your pussy but he takes it away before you can’t get any relief. It’s not fair. Instead, he raises his hand to move your head to the side, exposing your throat.

“Too bad. I’m not giving you what you want until you act right,” he says lowly and the baritone goes straight into your core. It’s too hot. You feel too hot. Overheated. There’s a faint sheen on your neck and now he’s licking it and you feel like dying. He lets out a noise that’s halfway between a snort and a laugh. “Months waiting for a fucking chance to get here and once I do you can’t fucking behave yourself. Now how was that? You hate me you say?”

“No. Jake, please,” you whine. Unable to stop yourself.

“No?”

“No,” a mere whisper. You don’t even know what are you answering. Your body wants him so bad isn’t even processing thoughts.

“So you don’t?” 

“Jake.”

“You sound so sweet. But I need to hear more, preciosa.”

“Please, Jake, I’m so wet.”

That seems to push a bunch of air out of him. Almost like he couldn't help himself, he moves his head back over your shoulder to watch as pushes the panties to the side with his thumb. His index and middle finger beginning to collect your wetness, the touch so soft you can barely feel it. Torture. Not even close to enough.

“Just fucking touch me already please or I swea—”

The rest of the sentence is muffled as his two fingers fill your mouth, a pinch of something pungent and salty. Your own taste.

“Told you to behave yourself,” he slowly moves his fingers out to your lower lip just to get them back inside to the knuckle. The movement, the words, the tone coaxes a whimper out of you. You’re burning inside out. “Now tell me, does it taste like you hate me? Mmm?”

Before you can even try to answer he turns your head to the side and meets you halfway to kiss you. His hand on your jaw, his tongue dominating yours, his voice raspier when he speaks again. “Yeah, I don’t think so.”

He keeps kissing you as he begins to trace the outside of your slit, up and down, up and down. And you feel yourself melting against him. His touch is so smooth and the effect that it has on you is so powerful. And he knows it. 

“You just can't get enough of me, can you?”

And then when he finally starts working on your clit you lose it. God, you had no idea. If two of his fucking fingers have made this trembling, needy, overheated mess of you, you better don’t even imagine what he could of you if—No. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fucking hell, you wish you could even talk but language has left your fucking brain. All you can do is whimper as he keeps talking you through it.

“Does it feel good?”

“You’ve needed this all this time? Needed me?”

“Say it then.”

“Say it. Say that you need me.”

“Say the words, baby.”

“Would you like it better if I fuck them off of you?”

Your body makes a sudden jerk when he stops the movement, demanding an answer. But no matter the state you are in there’s still a little corner of your fogged brain fighting. Fighting for not giving him what he wants, no matter how much you want to. No matter if he’s only asking you to admit what you know is true. His hand finds your jaw and positions your head straight into the mirror, forcing you to look into his eyes through the reflection.

And you give in a little. 

“No-o one gets under my skin the way—the way you do,” you manage to say, panting and trembling. Yet, you catch it. As soon as the words leave your mouth his gaze softens. His expression doesn’t seem to change, not anyone could see it. But you can. His eyes look pleased. The storm calms down a bit.

And while you're still spellbound, immobile under his gaze and unaware of anything else but his brown deep eyes he slides two fingers in. The stretch ignites fire from the inside. Your head rolls back into his shoulder as his head falls back into yours.

“Fuck.” The words sound muffled on your neck, low and delirious. “Fuck, baby. Those pretty little noises you’re making will haunt me till my last living night.”

You can already feel it. The way your muscles tense, the way your pussy is squeezing his fingers. So close, so close, so close, so fucking close. And then—

A knock on the door. Your co-worker is calling up your name.

Jake slips his fingers out and takes a step back. The movement sinks down into your stomach. Is he regretting it? Will he disappear again just like last time?

“I–I’ll be there in a minute,” you pronounce as clearly as you can, hoping she won’t notice the tremble in your voice. 

Slowly, you come back to your senses. Your legs barely hold you up. A minute goes by and he still doesn’t say anything. You take your jeans and put them on. Deep down you already knew it. This doesn’t changes anything. He won’t let you in. And you’ve got enough of it.

“I don’t unders—All these months I’ve been so worried, and confused, and angry at you. And on top of that, I missed you so much that I even got tired of it. Physically tired of it. But you know what the worst part was? The more time you spend in my head the more I realized I don’t know anything about you. I barely know your first name. And you, somehow, managed to get any stupid little detail of me out in the clear and that makes it even—”. You finish taking off your dress and you put on your shirt. He's looked at you through the mirror throughout the whole process, his eyes dark and stormy again. You close your backpack and turn to face him. “The point is even this ridiculous little 30-second monologue of me being honest about how I feel it’s more than anything you’ve told me about you. I don’t know you, Jake. I’m not the one who needs to act right. And whatever this is,” you say pointing between the two of you, “is over.”

He’s taking deep breaths, his body tense, restrained once more. Controlled. With a last look in his eyes, you recognize what you couldn’t get your finger on earlier on. It’s vulnerability. But after a few blinks it’s deep down hidden again.

You think he might stop you once you open the door and walk away, but he doesn’t.

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ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 Sweeter than sake

In which you and Dazai are close co-workers.

Perhaps you had no idea what you were getting yourself into, perhaps you did, however, the outcome was certainly pleasant.

You had no idea that sharing a drink with him would end up with you sprawled out on his bed, legs spread wide open and shaking whilst he worked his fingers inside of you.

The way they hit just the right mushy spots deep in you had you gushing and squirting on them as you mumbled and begged him to stop his teasing.
Your requests would fall on deaf ears, because no matter the circumstances, he wouldn't stop and move on, not unless he thought you were ready.

Dazai's bangs fell over his eyes as his other arm propped him up, letting you gaze upon his beauty all the while he fucked his digits in and out of you, neglecting your throbbing clit and teary eyes.

And just when you thought you'd finish, he instantly pulled his fingers out, watching your already fucked out face morph into one of pure disappointment.

"Why'd you stop...?" You whined, your voice dragged out in an attempt to make him feel the least bit of guilt, but all he did was smile.

That smile. It made your stomach twist with butterflies. Every day, on every mission, you'd subconsciously stare at that pretty smile, end up getting distracted and then scolded by Fukuzawa later on, but it was so worth it.

Dazai couldn't help but chuckle at the sight in front of him, "I'll give you what you want if you tell me exactly what you want me to do to you."

God damn it.

The embarrassment you felt was only fueling your arousal.

You tried to wait it out, but the few seconds in which you kept your mouth shut and eyes sealed felt like an eternity for you. Your cunt ached to be touched, and your thighs felt like they were on fire from the need to have Dazai's hands rubbing and kneading them.

It was excruciating.

"...Want you to touch me." Your voice was barely above a whisper.

"I can't hear you."

"...I want you to ... touch me."

"Louder."

Dazai's ministrations made your situation ten times worse, because no matter how vaguely or how quietly you said it, it didn't suffice.

"I want you to touch me."

"Really? Where?"

"Thighs..." You mumbled, "My thighs, please, touch them..."

Dazai only obeyed your plea. Despite his want to continue pestering and teasing you, he felt a tinge of guilt prick his heart when he saw how you'd pout whenever you told him what you wanted, how you looked at him with glossy eyes and spoke with that lustful voice of yours, begging for his hands and fingers.
It drove him insane, so he gave in.

His touches didn't satisfy you, though. You were still longing for something, and he knew what all too well.

But he wouldn't give it to you, not unless he heard you beg for it.

His hands caressed your thighs, pressing his thumbs into the soft plush of them and leaning in to press a chaste kiss to the skin. His tongue danced around the places where he had previously smooched, teeth grazing them, sending shivers down your spine with every millimeter he'd get closer and closer to your cunt.

Why was it you felt so damn needy when it was him who was offering you pleasure?

You weren't like this with any of the other people you had slept with in the past, and now that you were thinking about it, this encounter was far more intimate.

With the way Dazai carefully nipped at your skin, how his hands reached up and grasped your breasts, kissing the space between them, licking and suckling on your sensitive nipples. It had your head reeling, your heart racing, and your cunt soaked.

There was a glint of neediness in his eyes every time he looked up at you, too. He knew what you wanted, and he was willing to give it to you if you would just use your words.

"...Dazai." You close to stammered his name out.

"Hm?"

"I need you to... make me feel good, please."

"Aren't I already doing that?" He snickered.

You whined again, feeling yourself grow impatient as he acted dumb. You knew he knew. Why wouldn't he just give it to you?

"Ghhngh, you know what I want..." You furrowed your eyebrows.

"I don't, so please, do tell."

Enough was enough, you weren't going to save face in the end anyways. Your dignity would already have been crushed by the time you were done, why not give into your desires and tell him straight?

"Please, fuck me... please?"

Dazai's smile returned to his lips. He hunched over slightly, bringing you down against the tent in his pants.
He brushed your hair out of your eyes, inching himself closer to you as he leaned down, smothering your face with slow kisses, from your lips to your jaw and nose.
They were so sweet and gentle, it didn't feel like it was Dazai who was doing any of this anymore.

"Stay quiet, 'kay? Can you stay quiet for me?"

Your legs wrapped tightly around his waist, nodding in approval and your hands flailed towards his belt, desperately trying to get it off his waist, but to no avail.

Dazai slapped your wrist away, pushing it down against the mattress as he slowly unbuckled his pants, discarding them and his boxers.

Just the sight of his pretty dick in front of you got your mouth watering. He was painfully hard, and despite hiding it well until now, it showed. All that teasing you was working him up so damn much. Poor boy.

With your cunt displayed in front of him and his cock throbbing for some attention, he squinted, biting down on his lip as he gathered the precum that had built up on his tip, letting it drip slowly down his shaft.

Inside, Dazai felt a burning desire to just dive right in, and try and chase his release, but he knew it'd hurt. The tempting look you were giving him and the pleas that you murmured seeped into his mind. Your words are as sweet as honey, and they do nothing but drive him mad.

He slapped his tip against your clit, smearing and mixing your juices. That simple action got a rise out of you. It made you squirm and writhe underneath him, letting a string of 'pleases' and other nasty begs you couldn't ever say if you were lucid spill from your reddened lips.

"C'mon, please..."

"It'll hurt, I'll go slow."

He stayed true to his word. After your nod of approval, Dazai leisurely pressed his tip to your aching hole. The arousal squelched around it as he sunk in, your velvety walls squeezing and engulfing him, sucking him in deeper.

His eyes rolled back as he grabbed your hand, intertwining your fingers together as soon as he bottomed out. There was this stinging pain at first that got lost in the pleasure of having him in so deep.

"O-Oh, fuck..." He whimpered in your ear, leaning down to press a kiss to your supple skin, hissing as he dragged himself out and in again.
Your hands grasped his own, and the sheer atmosphere was suffocating as he thrusted again.

Your lips quivered, and your legs shook. Your moans followed his, and you slipped your arms around his waist.

There was something so erotic about them that made your heart thump in your chest. Was it his whining? Or his eyes being shut tightly as he tried not to break, to keep up his tough act?

You swiftly moved your hand to dig into his hair, playing around with the brown locks as he opened his eyes to stare into your own.

The shallow breaths you both took each time his hips would snap against yours were enough to say you were addicted to each other. The utter heat your bodies radiated and the way he nearly melted in your touch made your breath catch in your throat. His eyebrows furrowed and his resolve was breaking, shattering on top of you as he lost himself in you.

"Takin' me so well, god..."

Dazai's lips looked so delectable, and you couldn't resist the temptation. Your hands freed themselves from his, and pulled him in, kissing and sucking, biting and licking his bottom lip as you squealed and moaned each time the head of his cock would graze that same gummy spot deep in you that he teased with his fingers just a few minutes earlier. Your teeth drew blood from his lips, tongue grazing it and swishing it around on your taste buds as you gasped, hearing the neediness in his voice.

He broke out of the kiss, panting heavily as his hips stuttered.

"G-Ghh..." He grumbled.

"...Gonna come?" You asked through gritted teeth.

Truth be told, Dazai worked you up so well that you couldn't stop yourself from whining. He took his hand towards your chest, playing and teasing with your nipple as he spoke in a whisper.

"Mhm... yeah..." He huffed.

"A-A little faster, please..."

His hips increased their speed as you both chased your climaxes. He grasped your waist, fingers digging into your flesh, leaving nail crescents scattered across the exposed skin. You wiped the sweat off his face, letting your thumb linger on his cheeks just a little.

"Y'feel so good, sweetheart..." He mused.

"D-Dazai... Oh, my God... Dazai, I'm gonna-!"

Dazai's vision became hazed as your legs tightened their wrap around his waist, pulling and holding him close to you whilst your moans became all the needier, nearly chanting his name loud enough for the neighbors to hear. There was a frenzy in both your gazes as they landed on each other's faces.

His lips quivered and he buried his head into your collarbones, kissing and sucking desperately to get his marks on you. It was a subconscious thought he had concealed in the back of his mind. If he were to suck hickeys into your skin, then he would have you all to himself. Maybe he wasn't aware of his needs, and maybe he was in denial, but that familiar warm feeling had taken over him entirely.

"Just a little more, c'mon, you can take it..."

Then the knot in your stomach broke. Your cunt squeezed him to a halt in his movements when he felt his climax peak and he pushed his head into the crook of your neck, eyes shut tightly, hands gripping your own as the both of you came down from your highs.

There was a moment of silence that followed. However, it was a comfortable one.

Dazai stood laying on top of you, his messy hair covering his eyes as the two of you panted. Your trivial breaths and huffs caused him to get up from your chest, to take a good look at you and the disarray he made out of you.

The sweat dripping off your forehead, your red lips, the hickeys that he had left earlier sown and sprinkled all across your body, from your neck to your thighs.

It was all too beautiful.

You hissed as he leaned over and ran a finger through your wet folds, legs shaking from the aftershocks of your orgasm. His thumb lathered in your slick. If you weren't beyond exhausted, you would've been scolding and yelling at him by now, possibly even land a nice slap on his face.

Yet, you couldn't bring yourself to even think of telling him off.

You couldn't conjure up not a single word of resentment for the man standing in front of you. For who you thought was your lazy, over-dramatic friend, Dazai.

There was no longer that look in his eyes that talked about his mischievous character. No longer the same look that told you 'I just pranked Kunikida so hard!'. Was it even Dazai? Was this really what he was like?

Sitting right in front of you is the same man that made you mewl his name earlier, the same man who kissed and sucked deep purple hickeys into your soft skin, the same man who whined and whimpered when he entered you, the same man who cherished and worshipped your body better than any partner you've ever had. That's not the image you had carved into your head of Dazai, yet there he was, sweaty, disheveled, and tired, looking into your half-lidded eyes so lovingly.

"Does anything hurt?"

"No. Everything's fine."

Dazai let out a small 'hm' of approval as he laid down next to you.
There was something off about him.

"Are you... sad?"

"I feel relieved."

"Relieved?"

"I really needed that, thank you." He turned towards you and smiled.

When he wanted to, Dazai could be nothing more than a sweetheart.
All you wanted to do is reach out and press a kiss to his lips, tell him that you're grateful for the connection you two just had a few moments ago. You wanted to ask why he was relieved, too, but God knows why you couldn't bring yourself to.

Dazai's brown eyes looked even better under the moonlight. It might've been your imagination, but instead of the usual dullness and insipidity there was an inkling, a glint in his eyes that flashed something indecipherable into your own eyes.

"Does anything hurt for you?" You said, hushed.

"Mmm, no. I'm just a little sensitive right now. I'll be fine in the morning."

"Hm, that's good."

Just then you realized how badly you needed to savor this moment. It may be the last, and if you didn't take your chances now, you'd hate yourself forever.

Your hands trembled, trying to fumble around before finding their place on his shoulders, getting even closer to him.

For a split second, you halted your movements, warily looking into Dazai's eyes, but you still went with it anyways.

Your lips pressed against his, skin flushing against his, entire body against his and you then understood...

This is exactly what you've been searching for.

The moment your lips came in contact with one another was the moment you fell deeper in love. He bit at your lower lip, playfully, indicating something, but you weren't sure what. It isn't like you cared anyways, your eyes were betraying you as they fluttered shut. His tongue skimmed across you lips, like he was begging you to open up.
The second you gave into his desires, he grasped your face with his hands, letting his tongue roam free, explore every crevice of your own. Your hands came to a halt on his chest, then after a few seconds of cutoff, traipse across his collarbones, to his arms and up to his hands which now caressed and rubbed your cheeks.

Dazai pulled away, breaking the string of saliva between the two of you, observing your tired figure. He touched your lips with his thumb, his own upturning into a smile as he sighed and pulled back out of the embrace you were coddled in.

"Your lips are sweeter than sake."

[pinkynana]

omg renjun and chenles bsf that just found out her boyfriend was cheating on her so she goes to her two best friends for comfort during this all but renjun and chenle cant help but take this as an oppurtunity to show her what she has been missing out on and show her exactly how shed be treated if she was w either one of themmmmm :(

BDGDHFFF I LOVE THIS

you sat on your bed, hugging your knees with tears wetting your face. you were a mess after your boyfriend broke up with you and he had the audacity to do it over text which he then immediately blocked you from contacting him. it was devastating but you're thankful that you have your best friends chenle and renjun to be here with you.

renjun tries to calm you down by gently rubbing your back while chenle was arranging a playlist for you to feel better. you noticed thr eye contact that the two of them hold because it was a little longer than needed but you thought nothing of it.

"can i get a hug?" you asked renjun. "of course." he pulls you in, letting you lean your head on his shoulder. you feel his hand caressing your hair.

"hugging is great but you know what else could make you feel good?"

"hmm?" you looked at chenle from renjun's shoulder. "sex." he plays the playlist that he just arranged and it started with sex money feelings die. it made you giggle a little but you noticed your friends weren't laughing. "oh, you're serious?" you looked at renjun. his face was asking you for permission and maybe your face showed him your permission because he just kissed you right there.

he guided you to lean back and lie down on your bed. your head next to your pillows. renjun stoppes the kiss to unbotton your blouse with one hand. the other softly touching your face which you leaned on, blinking prettily to your best friend. "some would think you've waited for this to happen, angel." you didn't reply.

your legs were spread without even being told to. that's when chenle came into the picture. with just a movement, he took off your pants along with your thin panties. he came close to your core which made you shiver. "excited?" renjun asked you before kissing you again. he didn't need an answer the way you were moaning in his mouth was enough once chenle kissed your inner thigh.

chenle's kisses were as gentle as one would handle something so fragile. it's sweet but it's teasing. he started futher from your clit and when you think he'll kiss you there, he goes to the other thigh that he hasn't kissed yet. it made you push renjun so you could speak.

"chenle.." you whined. "no, baby. focus on me. chenle will play with you but now you gotta focus on me, okay?" renjun held your chin with his fingers, making sure that you wouldn't look away from his eyes. you nod your head and it earned you a little smooch on your forehead. then, he kissed you again. and like he asked you to, your focus was on renjun. you focused so much on his lips that you missed the way chenle gave a long lick from your hole to your clit. only when he sucked your pussy did you let out a gasp into renjun's mouth.

"feels good?" as much as you wanted to answer, you couldn't because you were too occupied with renjun. with a grunt, chenle pushed away the older to stop your make out session with him.

"do something else. i need to hear her." renjun rolled his eyes but he did pull down your bra as he switched his attention to your breast.

chenle went back down to your pussy. "now, answer me. does it feel good, baby?"

"more.. need more please." just from that little begging, chenle inserted two of his fingers while his mouth played with your clit. it was easy to thrust his fingers rapidly with how wet you were. of course you turned to a moaning mess with the way chenle was using your pussy.

renjun smiled when your hand reached his hair and started pulling. "you like it that much, huh?"

"yes, yes. like it so much! i love it." they barely started and you were going dumb already.

"you would've liked it sooner if you didn't date that asshole."

[doukeshi-kun]

Cannibalism stalker! Nikolai has me on a choke hold.

My brain has been rotting for it like ajheikwg ueu

Imagine stalker!nikolai comes to his silly campervan to see you asleep on his bed, and he has the urge to tear into your skin, rip and preserve your flesh, maybe even take a chuck out of it and swallow it so a piece of you would be within him, with him for as long as he lives.

He gently encases your frame and digs his hands into a wound whilst giving you plenty of face smooches, gliding his tongue over your shoulders before leaving bite marks stained with blood all over.

If he could, silly guy might rip open your chest to kiss your heart tenderly before setting it back into your ribcage, maybe still holding it.

Merge bodily souls with your or smth.

I'm kicking my feet, punching the air, giggling to a phantom over this rn.

But he can't, cause silly guy Cannibalism stalker!nikolai doesn't want you dead but he has urges so he settles for biting you hard enough to draw blood (●’∇’)♪

And even better, he's doing all of this with his hand intertwined with yours at the end of it.

And then, being romantic fanatic, he is (he is not, I think). He's bites around the base of your pinky finger, placing a morally and physically questionable bind that applies to you even though you're silly asleep and didn't say yes, but you will when you're awake.

When his teeth leave the flesh, prominent markings can be seen etched onto it, serving his own delusions. However, it's, of course, not something drastic.

It's a simple 'you'll never leave me' because he's silly and insane like that (he'll kill you if you do).

Ajjdndnfjsknajfjdbfjfj meow.

Being the silly clown he is, he obviously doesn't clean up the split blood just yet.

He lets your blood drip and seeps into the pristine white sheets of his blanket before smiling like some maniacal happy face clown because you are now imprinted onto his belongings as well.

Due to sanitary purposes, he would of course change the sheets and clean you up before snuggling to you and drift off to lala land to dream about ripping your body to chunks, piecing you back together so that he can obviously soak into your blood and fully, in physical form merge with you.

MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW

I'm mentally deteriorating from this brain rot, oh my fucking god, pray to the lorddd 🎣

tw: gore, vore, cannibalism, nsfw

surprisingly anon, gore isn't that heavy of a topic in my blog lmao but hear ye—! our dear laotianye has come to the rescue, doing the lord work!

mmmm i really love our silly guy is being SO tender with the heart like omg that's the organ that beats for his name 🫀 and brrrrr i love the thought of him doing it while holding hands like HE WOULD TALK THROUGH IT HE WOULD TALK THROUGH ITTTT

i also like that he would bite and make a bite ring around your finger. like yes bae, embrace that primal ferality of yours 😍 he'd probably get hard as fuck when you do the same to him. on a second thought, imagine stalker!nikolai is fucking you dumb and purposely slip his fingers into your mouth in hopes for you biting him hehe

and i like that his dream is literally about devouring and murdering you like if that ain't love, idk what is 😌❤️ also, imagine after he dreams about all of that, he just scans your body, not for lust purpose but he's imagining dissection marks lmao i'm gonna stop

PRAY TO THE LORD

[graveyardvalentinee]

I have an idea: What about Ney and the reader fighting about something dumb maybe like he is not helping around the house even when she asks. Kylian and Hakimi are trying to make peace, and they say something like, "So you guys wanted to tell us something," and Ney "Oh yeah, we are engaged" ❤️

yesss thank you so much for the request i love it!!

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surprise / neymar jr

pairing : Neymar x reader

“Food is ready!” I hear Neymar call from the kitchen.

He insisted on cooking tonight , he even decided to invite Kylian and Hakimi over so that he could tell them the secret we’ve been keeping in.

Me and the guys walk into the kitchen , Kylian and Hakimi snickering at Neymar’s cooking attire - a hot pink apron with the words “kiss the chef” on it.

“I assume the apron is hinting at Y/N - unless you’d want Hakimi to go up there and give you a nice smooch brother.” Kylian says through laughter.

I can’t help but laugh myself too.

“Alright alright laugh all you want - but yes the apron is hinting towards my beautiful girlfriend.” Ney says walking in my direction and giving me a short kiss.

“Girlfriend hmm?” I whisper in his ear

“The reason why I invited them over is to tell them querida. Go and get the ring from upstairs - I want to announce it before we begin eating.” He chuckles in my ear giving my hip a slight squeeze.

We turn around and see Hakimi fake throwing up in the sink with Kylian holding a hand covering his mouth as if he’s about to barf too.

“Total drama queens.” Neymar whispers to me.

“Okay okay are we going to eat or not ? Or did you just make us come all the way over here to remind us we’re desperately single?” Kylian says , rolling his eyes jokingly.

[ let’s pretend like Hakimi is single ]

“We will eat - soon. Me and Y/N have an announcement to make before.” Neymar excitedly says. He’s been dying to tell anyone about our engagement.

Hakimi groans loudly and throws his arms up in the air. “Kylian we should have just gotten something on the way if we knew chef Neymar would make us wait this long for one meal.”

“I’ll be right back and then we can eat.” I say going up the stairs laughing , still hearing the guys complain to Ney about the wait on the food and how they’ve been waiting since practice to eat.

I find the beautiful ring and slip it on , I look over to the picture of me and Neymar on our first date in Brasil.

I smile remembering how he wanted out first official date to be in his homeland , we had asked a local at the beach to take a picture of us with the gorgeous sunset in the back , Ney standing behind me with his arms around my waist and his face buried in my neck - and me holding his arms smiling into the camera.

But my smile dies down when I see that Neymar still hasn’t fixed his clothes.

He has one job - one. And it’s been 3 days , that clothes has been laying there for 3 days.

I do the laundry and he puts away only his portion of the clothes. It’s simple.

But no. He can’t do that can he?

Every single time I have to remind him.

Sometimes I even do it for him- but no. Not anymore.

I know it’s stupid to get mad over it but it’s the only job he has around the house. And it’s tiring that he doesn’t even do the one simple task I ask of him.

I storm down the stairs.

“Neymar Da Silva Santos Junior! You have one job around here. You can count on one hand the job you have around this house - because it’s only ONE - and it’s to put away your clothes. It’s the third day it’s been there and I know you see it every time you walk into our bedroom.” I say marching into the dining room where I spot Neymar sitting at the end of the table.

“What? Y/N what are you talking about?” He says , genuinely looking confused.

Is he serious ?

“What am I talking about ? I’m talking about your stack of clothes that’s been sitting in the room for days. All you have to do is pick it up and put it away. It does not take more than 5 minutes of your day.”

“Oh yeah the clothes. Eh I’ll do it tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow ? Really. You always say that. But what do you do instead ? You go and play poker as soon as you get home - or you play that stupid video game your obsessed with.” I say scoffing.

“Y/N that is not true! If it wasn’t for me we wouldn’t have this house.” He argues back , raising his voice just a bit.

“Guys calm down , let’s just eat.” Hakimi interjects

“Yeah come on Y/N have a seat - let’s enjoy what Neymar cooked.” Kylian says calmly.

“I know that Neymar! And I am extremely proud of you and grateful for everything you’ve done for the both of us but accomplishing all of that comes with responsibilities- and one of those is doing the simple task of putting your clothes away.”

“Why are you scolding me as if you are my mother!” Neymar scoffs getting up from his seat.

“Guys let’s just both sit down-”

“If I wasn’t here to tell you it would sit there collecting dust.” I laugh bitterly , looking at Neymar angrily.

“Let’s be reasonable both of you-”

“Maybe I would want it to!” Neymar shoots back at me.

“Well that’s just great isn’t it ? Have fun wearing dusty disgusting clothes.” He’s getting on my last nerve.

“I sure will. I’ll look utterly amazing -” he tries to continue arguing with me until Kylian interrupts him.

“Can the both of you please sit down and be quiet!”

I huff and take a seat next to Neymar - the only available seat. He huffs even louder and sits back down scrapping his chair against the marble floor.

“Really ? You just had to do that ?” I say annoyed.

“Another thing to add to the list of things I do that annoy you huh?” He says cocking his head to the side and giving me a look.

“Oh yes the list just keeps piling-”

“Don’t you two have news for us! Id love to hear it!” Hakimi says loudly - fronting a nervous smile , looking between both of us.

I turn to look at Neymar and see his face emotionless.

“Surprise!” He says sarcastically, lifting my hand in the air and displaying the beautiful diamond on my finger for the guys to see.

“Y/N and I got engaged, but after her remarks about me I’m not sure she wants to be engaged to me.” He says nonchalantly.

“That is not true! I just don’t like how I have to remind you to do a simple thing a child could do.”

Hakimi and Kylian both look at each other speechless.

“Holy shit man! You finally did it. Congratulations to the both of you!” Hakimi happily says , getting up and patting Neymar on his back , also giving me a hug and examining the ring on my finger.

“Y/N you have no idea , this man’s been planning the proposal for months ! Asking us our opinions on rings and where to do the proposal. He’d be pacing around the locker rooms asking Messi how he proposed to Antonella just to make the proposal perfect.” Kylian says next - lightly laughing giving Neymar a tight hug , and me a hug and kiss on the cheek.

Suddenly hearing that makes the whole situation that happened 3 minutes ago erase from my mind.

“You really did all that ? For me ? For us ?” I ask looking into his piercing eyes.

“We’ll leave you two.” Kylian and Hakimi both say disappearing into the backyard.

“Of course I did all of that for you. I’d do anything for you Y/N - just to be able to call you my wife. To be able to wake up next to you every day and be able to call you mine - and hopefully in the future be able to call you the mother of my kids. Because I love you , and I plan on loving you for the rest of my life. Nothing could ever change that.” He says walking up to me and cupping my face.

“And I promise you from now on I’ll fold all the clothes - even yours. Hell , I might even learn how to the laundry for you.” He says chuckling , resting his forehead on mine.

“I love you - so so much. More than you’d ever know Juhnino , and you’ll have me forever - because I want us forever. Not even a stupid argument over you putting away your clothes could change that.” I say softly laughing and connecting our lips.

“But I think I’ll stick to washing the clothes amor , I don’t want to have a broken washing machine when we just got that one.”

He shakes his heads and laughs , kissing me once more with passionately.

I’ll never get tired of his kisses.

“Are you two finally made up? Because that whole thing took away 10 extra minutes of my appetite away.” Hakimi says coming back into the kitchen with Kylian behind him.

“You know how he gets when he doesn’t eat - it’s not pretty.” Kylian whispers to me and Neymar.

“I heard that! Don’t forget who’s the one that got nutmegged today in practice.”

“We’re here to celebrate Y/N and Neymar’s engagement not talk about football.”

“Yeah yeah keep making up excuses - you know I got you good.”

Kylian rolls his eyes and we all sit down and start eating.

We talk about all the wedding plans Neymar and I already have , like a wedding in Brasil and one here in Paris. Or how we want two honeymoons - depending on Neymars schedule.

“I can’t believe he finally did it. You two complete each other , and we can all clearly see it. We’re both so happy for you.” Kylian says , Hakimi just hums with a mouthful of food.

“She’s just everything I could have ever asked for.” Neymar says holding my hand and running his thumb over my knuckles.

I lean over and kiss his cheek , realizing this life ahead of me is everything I could have ever wanted and more , with the man of my dreams by my side.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ──

again , thank you so much for this request ! I hope you enjoy it <3.

[byalexisness]

☆sharing? nah.

Otoya Eita x gn! reader x (slightly) Karasu Tabito

content warning: yandere themes, con-> dubcon, mentions of kidnapping, polyamorous 'relationship', reader is 'stolen', mentions of otoya wanting to kill karasu, he is a greedy bitch who doesn't respect his promises <3

sharing wasn't exactly otoya's favorite thing.

his ego was always getting the best of him and it made him become greedier day by day.

the second he and tabito made the agreement of 'sharing' you, letting you love both of them at the same time, otoya felt his jealousy grow.

he hated the way you clung onto tabito a little too tight, the way you always smiled at him and smooched his cheeks, cuddling him all day long while he got nothing. in his opinion, at least.

you honestly saw nothing wrong, you always thought you treated the boys the same, showing both of them equal parts of affection and giving yourself to them fully.

but otoya didn't see it like that. not at all.

and he thought knew how to hide it.

he kept repeating to himself that this was okay, that you didn't love karasu more than you loved him, that you were affectionate to him too.

until he noticed a message popping up on karasu's phone while his friend was at the bathroom and you weren't home.

you know what they say, curiousity killed the cat. however, this time, his curiosity made him want to brutally kill his friend.

he grabbed the phone and aggressively tapped in the passcode, his green eyes darkening when he saw the photo of you in a cute lingerie. one that was clearly meant only for karasu, and not for him.

otoya's brain went dumb and he felt rage filling his veins as his hands trembled. this couldn't keep going on, he refused to let it.

he made his decision. you were his and his alone, fuck karasu, fuck sharing you.

he had to take a few deep breaths to calm down and he gently (not so) put the phone back in its place, pretending to scroll through his as he laid back on the couch.

the next day, when tabito came home from practice, much to his panic, otoya was gone.

worse was that, he took you with him.

your eyes fluttered open as you looked around the unknown room. you wanted to stretch your body but you found yourself unable too, the sound of chains dinging making you more aware of your surroundings.

you gasped in surpise when you saw that both your legs and your arms were chained up to the bed and panic started to fill your senses as the cold metal touching your skin made you more aware of your situation.

you started squirming around, pulling at the chains in a futile attempt to escape.

"don't even try." a cold voice could be heard and you froze in place when you realized who it belonged to—one of your lovers.

"e-eita...?" your voice came out barely above a whisper as you saw the tall, white-haired man stepping in the room with a small smirk on his pretty lips.

"yes, my darling?" he looked at you in a sickingly affectionate way, the look in his eyes making you shiver.

"...w-what's happening? w-where are we? w-where is ta-..." you were about to ask but a slender finger made its way on your lips and you suddenly saw otoya standing above you, near the bed.

"don't. don't say his name." he growled softly and kissed your forehead. "you are mine. only mine. no more of him, alright, sweetie?" he asked in a sickengly sweet tone, caressing your cheek.

your brows furrowed and you blinked confused. "w-what do you..."

"shh." he whispered. "mine. say you are mine."

knowing the look in his eyes, if you didn't do what he said, you would be in big trouble. "...i a-am yours, eita..." the words came out of your mouth automatically.

"good, that's what i wanna hear." otoya almost moaned out and he pressed his lips against yours hungrily. you didn't know what has gotten into him, but honestly, it was better if some things were left unspoken. you melted into the kiss and, the more you kissed, the more you fell under his spell, almost forgetting about your second beloved.

[wishitweresummer]

Puppy Love

(Dream x GeorgeNotFound x Sapnap)

Sitting Pretty - Chapter Ten

Word count: 1522

Warning: Kissing. Mouth tickles. And a little bittt bit of angst.

Dream knew he was being dramatic, okay? He knew. He was aware. It just. That doesn’t make him feel any less.

It was almost the end of the night and neither George or Sapnap had kissed him.

This morning he watched them trade good morning kisses, but George got distracted when the toaster spooked him by going off. Sapnap just had to tease him about it, setting off a play fight. Lots of hissing and giggles. They were too cute. Dream barely even registered that his lips went un-kissed. Whatever, he didn’t want their stinky morning breath kisses anyway.

The day fell a bit on the busy side. It usually did when George got into the mood to stream. Lately, he would drag everyone into it. And Dream could never say no to George. He brought him to the store and helped him vlog while grabbing ingredients for his impromptu cooking stream. Obviously, no kisses there. No big deal.

But when they walked in the house and George was off camera while Dream filmed their feet, he grabbed Sapnap and smooched his lips playfully. It was to fluster him. It was quick, and really just to mess with Sapnap. Dream still whined as he filmed George scamper off to the kitchen. Sapnap stood there with bright cheeks.

“He-he slapped me! Dream!”, Sapnap squeaked out, properly flustered. He had to think of an excuse on the spot and it was horrible. No wonder the entire fandom theorized about whether they were dating or not.

They set up in the kitchen and took turns bothering George while he cooked for the stream. He was making homemade mac and cheese. Before the end, there was cheese everywhere. It took more than an hour to clean.

Dream watched Sapnap dust cheese off George’s cheek and then smooch the spot loudly, grabbing him tightly so he couldn’t squirm away. The older screeched and giggled, struggling in the hold. Dream turned and left them.

In his office, he opened the editing software on his computer and stared at it blankly. He wanted a kiss.

Which is stupid. He could have taken one. Or asked for one. They are his boyfriends! But, the timing was just off all day. Any chance he had, he missed. Now, he was alone and pouting. Feeling dumb.

~•~

Sapnap and George turned to grab for their boyfriend, but he was gone. He wouldn’t have turned in for the night without saying good night, so they figured he went to the bathroom. They settled together in the living room and started to relax for the night.

It was only a few minutes before George got up to use the bathroom. He figured Dream must be showering and he would just demand entry anyway. But, the bathroom door on the first floor was open. Weird. He headed upstairs to find the other bathroom empty as well. He handled his bathroom business quickly, then started to look for his absent boyfriend.

“Dream!”; he called out as he whipped his bedroom door open. If he had gone to bed without saying goodnight, George was fine interrupting his sleep. But, his bedroom was empty as well.

“George?”, he heard Dream’s muffled voice coming from his office.

He paced quickly down the hallway and flung open the door to find his puppy. His tail was still, hanging limply down off his office chair. There was no smile on his face and no burst of excitement at the sight of him. George’s ears flattened at the lack of reaction.

“What’s going on?”, he asked slowly. Dream pouted. George felt himself freeze, but shook out of it quickly. “Dream?”.

“Neither of you kissed me today.”.

George tilted his head and thought over the words. He was right, of course. His puppy. Un-kissed. The entire day.

“Sapnap!!!”, he suddenly screamed, making Dream jump up at the sudden noise. He scrambled out of the chair.

“It’s okay! I don’t know why I’m overreacting like this!”, he quickly backtracked. George only crowded his space and pushed him softly towards the bed. “George, I’m fine!”.

“Puppy, we didn’t mean to not give you kisses. Lay down.”, George coo’ed. Dream stumbled back clumsily, landing on the bed and bouncing. He tried to sit up, but George pressed him back down.

“What’s going on?”, Sapnap asked from the doorway.

“We forgot to give our puppy kisses today.”. The stunned silence let them know Sapnap was realizing his mistake too.

“Oh, Dreamie.”.

~•~

Gently, Dream was pinned down and his boyfriends loomed over him. Always so overwhelming to have all of their attention.

“I’m going to give you a million kisses.”, George grinned, a little spark of mischief in his eyes.

“I’m going to give you a million and one kisses.”, Sapnap shot back quickly.

Sapnap moved first, pressing his wrist up above his head and then fluttering his lips gently down his forearm. Dream winced at the softness. It tickled horribly, but he couldn’t shove Sapnap away when he was finally getting the affection he craved.

George moved in fast and peppered his face with little kisses. He couldn’t stop the giggles from bursting out. He tried to squirm, but the two held him down.

“Let us love you.”. Sapnap growled into his ear, then teased his teeth against it to make him squeal. Bubbly giggles filled the air as then attacked his face and neck with teasing little kisses.

George reached down and yanked up Dream’s shirt to reveal his tummy.

“Guys!”, he squeaked. He couldn’t stand kisses on his worst spot, no way.

“We owe you kisses!”, George beamed, then dove down. Ticklish lips teased quickly in a line below his bellybutton and he was helpless to the laughter startled out of him. The soft kisses drew a heart around his bellybutton, making him jump and squeak. “So squeaky today…”, George murmured amusedly. The lips pressed into his bellybutton and moved strangely, like George was mouthing something.

“What did you say!”, he demanded, sounding a little delirious.

“I said you're squeaky today.”, George sat up and smirked.

“No. Into my bell-um. What you. Uh.”, Dream blinked, finding himself unable to say the words. His cheeks burned harshly.

“Kitty whispering sweet nothings into your bellybutton?”.

There was a playful nip to his side, making him squeal. Sapnap moved down to join George.

“You have to be sweeter! Like this!”, Sapnap said, nudging George aside and peppering his shaky tummy with the ticklish kisses. He realized his hands were free and covered his face with them, giggling hysterically. His tail thumped clumsily against the bed and wall. They made him feel so…silly. He was lovesick. Squeaks and gasps punctured his laughter as the two fought for ground on his tummy. Each kiss was sweet, too sweet. The sugary affection made his giggles embarrassingly high pitched. Little yips escaped.

“Puppy...”, George coo’ed. Dream’s feet tangled in the blankets.

He covered his face, grabbed at the pillow, pulled his own hair, his hands darted around in the ticklish panic. But, he didn’t push them away. He loved them. He could feel their love. He was happily drowning in it. Tortured by it. He could already hear them teasing him later. His cutesy happy giggles far too bubbly to not be brought up again to fluster him.

A squeal was startled out of him again as a kiss was pressed to the side of his knee. George giggled.

“He’s so ticklish.”. A flurry of kisses was peppered against his kneecap, making him shake as the hysterical giggles poured out.

Sapnap pressed his lips into his bellybutton and smooched into it loudly, making Dream cry out.

“I love your giggles.”, Sapnap whispered.

“If you ever want kisses, just ask. Idiot.”, George said, then bit softly into the flesh above Dream’s knee to make him squeal again.

“Okay!”.

“Just say I want kisses!!!”, Sapnap made his voice go ridiculously high.

“Is that supposed to be me?”, Dream asked through his unending giggles. He pushed himself to sit up on the bed to glare down at his boyfriends, but only found himself blushing harder at their playful smirks.

“He’s right. You’re like…hehehe!!”, George squeaked out fake girly laughter as he suddenly clamped his hand around Dream’s thigh. He squeezed meanly, shocking a cackle out of him.

“Stop!!”, he reached out to grab for George, but Sapnap tickled quickly into his stomach. “Guys!!!”. He crumbled under the sudden rush of tickling, bursting into loud laughter.

It was a little rare for the two of them to gang up on him, but he had given them the perfect opportunity like this. George sat up and grabbed both of his thighs boldly, making him throw his head back as the uncontrollable laughter took him over. He went to reach for him, but Sapnap blew a raspberry into his stomach, quickly disabling him. Suddenly, there were hands all over. He screeched and fell into hysterical laughter, already so riled up from the affectionate teasing.

“Please!!!”, he begged. Here, he was lost. Dizzy with love and laughter. His mean playful boyfriends knowing exactly how to take him apart.

(Art by @kazenomegaminowanpisu )

[not-alien-girl-v]

Mrs All American (Matty Healy)

warning: mention of dick sucking, tw mention of his fuckass mohawk circa 2013

note: god i’m so lonely.

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he had been at the studio all day. it’s something you’re used to, him being a musician and all, it’s just a little unfortunate that because he’s always so ��in the zone’ during his time at the studio that he never texts. it’s not impossible to get a message to him, but most of the time you have to call, which is a lot of work.

he left before you woke up this morning. you don’t live together, you have your own place but if you don’t spend most of your time at his house, you’d almost never see him.

today, once he left, you simply didn’t go home, spending your day lounging around his shared house with george, who was also away at the studio all day.

it’s around 6 in the evening now, you’re at the dining room table, headphones on blasting a catchy song by an australian pop rock band that you adore, and your back is to the door, so you don’t even notice a change in the house when the door swings open, two men entering.

you do notice, however, when a pair of arms wrap around you from behind, a warm breath onto the shell of your ear, a loving sigh, and a tight squeeze from the arms. the red bracelet, the ‘dad’ tattoo, the smell of tobacco on his breath.

popping out your earbuds, your eyes are still trained on the laptop but you touch your palm to his forearm, squeezing it. “hey, baby.”

“how’d you know it was me?”

“i can tell by the stench.”

he rolls his eyes, the sunset catching a curl against his cheek, causing the dark brown to glow golden for a moment, and he looks too beautiful.

“i’ve told you before, love, you’ve got to stop referring to any scent as a ‘stench.’ it makes it seem like i smell bad.”

you open your mouth to release a snarky remark but he predicts it. “ah! and i do not smell bad.”

you smile back at him. george enters, grabbing a soda from the fridge and cracking it open, not even paying attention to this lovers quarrel, he knows better than to by now.

“what can i say? you’re a boy. you’re stinky. and you have cooties.” he snorts and you hear george, against his best effort, conceal a giggle from across the room, leaving you feeling like a real comedian. they should start paying you for this comedy show.

“i do not have cooties, you stupid girl. you don’t even know.” he’s still hugging you from behind and the position is awkward for a full conversation so you peel him off and turn to face him in your chair.

“trust me, i know what i’m talking about. i spend all day in this house, and let me tell you, this place reeks of male energy. and cooties.”

he hums, not quite ready to let you have it. “you probably have cooties by now, then. shouldn’t have agreed to marry me if you’re so worried about disease.”

you grin and you don’t want to fake argue with him anymore, so you wordlessly turn back to the laptop. he leaves a parting kiss on your cheek, and it’s a bit wet with saliva so, like any intelligent woman would, you fake gag and wipe it off.

he gasps, loudly, stumbling back and placing a hand over his chest like he’s been shot, such a drama queen. “did you just wipe off my kiss?”

playing dumb, “i don’t know, did i?”

he lunges forward, smooching your cheek again, you wipe it off just as fast. it’s instantly become a battle that you’re committed to winning. he kisses again, you wipe it again. he kisses one more time, you wipe it off.

once more, he kisses your cheek and just as you’re about to wipe it off your face, he forcefully grabs your wrist mid-air and uses this leverage to yank you up out of the chair.

you’re chest to chest with him and for a split second you’re worried he’s genuinely lost his temper, but the thought is dissolved from your mind immediately when you remember this matty you’re talking about, and he loves you too much to ever lay a wrong hand on you.

he drops your wrist and instead gently takes your face into both of his hands, leaning in slowly to kiss you sweetly. this time, you decide it’s best to just enjoy it, you’ve been clingy and missing him all day and this is the first bit of attention you’ve received from your lover since last night.

after your normal, romantic kiss, he pulls away and with a silly smile, leans in again, catching your lips and releasing them with a big ‘mwah.’

“well, i got some candy for you my dear, but i understand, since i’m so gross and have cooties, i’ll just have to eat it all myself.” he walks away, grabbing at the plastic bag you’ve only just noticed had been dropped to the floor by your chair, and he disappears down the hall.

“wait! i’m sorry!” you holler and scamper down the hallway to catch him before he eats your candy because knowing matty, he may actually do it.

you find him sitting on his bed, trifling through the bag of sweets. “what did you get me?”

“you? oh, i didn’t get you anything. i got me a bar of chocolate and another twix bar in case i’m still hungry. twix is your favorite, isn’t it? ah, that’s too bad it’s all for me, then.”

you pout and approach him on the bed. “i’m sorry, please, you don’t have cooties, i love you. if you give me the twix, i’ll suck your dick so hard your stomach will cave in like a juice box, i promise.” you put your hands together and grovel.

“i’ll hold you to that,” he sighs and hands you the twix bar, it’s a left twix.

you giggle, giddy like a child given candy. it’s not far from the truth. he stands and stretches out, groaning and joins cracking. he pulls off his t-shirt, glancing at the hamper across the room and then to you. “think i can make this shot?” you put your candy down on his nightstand.

“no.”

“prepare to be wrong, baby.” he crumples up the fabric into a ball and makes a proper shot at the hamper, missing it by about 2 feet. the shirt lands helplessly on the floor. “shit.”

you burst out laughing, falling back into the bed in a fit of giggles. “that was embarrassing, stop laughing.”

he crawls over and lays down beside you, settling down on top of the black duvet. it’s when you both finally still that your neediness snakes it’s way back into your brain like an evil worm that tells you to kiss him all over.

you steal glances at him through your lashes, admiring his beauty, specifically his soft, dark curly hair. you scooch closer to him, pressing your body against his, propping up on an elbow and reaching out to brush your fingers over his hair.

like a puppy, his eyes flutter shut. “this is getting long.”

“it is. do you like it?”

“of course i like it. but do you want to keep it like this. wanna let me cut it?”

“if you like it, then i won’t cut it.”

“i like your hair all the time. except for when you had that fuckass mohawk, that sucked.”

he sighs, “i know, baby, i won’t do it again,” he sounds like he’s being scolded for something and you’re glad. you hated that fuckass mohawk.

“missed you today,” you keep a hand threaded into his hair, lightly scratching at his scalp with the very tips of your nails.

“missed you too. promise i’ll be home more often, hate being away for so long.”

“it’s fine. i know it’s your life. it’s one of your things.”

he opens his eyes again, looking at you with a deep sense of purpose all the sudden. with his one hand, he places it on your forearm, rubbing gentle with his thumb. “just don’t think i don’t care. don’t think i don’t miss you just as much every time i leave. it’s not hard to love you, it’s the easiest thing i’ve ever done. and the best thing, as well.”

you don’t know why, but tears begin to well up in your eyes and you want to look away from him and his intense gaze. it’s like he senses every thought in your mind, so he pulls you into his arms, chest to chest again, his nose brushing against your exposed collarbone.

he works his hands up and down your back, pushing under your shirt to graze across your bare skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind.

any sense of urgency in your clinginess is instantly lost as he holds you like you’re falling out of his arms.

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[hana-no-seiiki]

Okay, it may sound weird, but what if the manager is also an artist, like daft punk/Banksy? They are famous but also anonymous, and are just working for the idol/rockstar? They got popular during their time as a manager and they cannot quit because it would be too suspicious and so sudden, like they are waiting for the right moment to quit, hut until then, the are just going to be 'the manager' in public.

YAN! POP IDOL [EVE] x MANAGER/ARTIST! READER (ft. YAN! ROCKSTAR [FEROZE])

AAAA I ACTUALLY HAD THIS IDEA BUT WAS LIKE- WHAT IF GENIE’S READERS HATE ME FOR CHANGING THE MANAGER TOO MUCH- but bAH fuck it! HAVE THIS!! THE THREESOME SMUT WILL HAVE TO WAIT-

@moyazaika tagging you just so you’re informed and can add more on Feroze’s side if you’re free:

Anyways if you manage to be both an artist and manager at the same time, props to you for your god-like time management cause that’s honestly fucken commendable. Like manager-nim you’re actually a god at this point.

I imagined reader to be completely out of the genre FerozEve (are we surprised by who the top is at this point) in order for the double trouble makers not to find out immediately.

I don’t know how wide Feroze’s music tastes are but for Eve he practically listens to every genre. As a teen his favorite were the rockstar and ofc pop. He got into Hip-Hop/Trap through the main rapper from his group, and Kpop has a ton of genres mixed into it including but not limited to EDM, R&B and Punk Rock. Soon enough, he hears of this underground DJ who’s known for not only making fire music but being their own choreographer and VJ. Talk about being blessed by the gods.

You (and his bae Khan ofc) inspired him to create his own music and eventually go solo. He went undercover sometimes to send you tracks. You thought he was just a kid/teen since his early ones were kinda . . . not it, but was impressed by the amount of passion he put into improving.

Years later, your activity died down due to working on Feroze’s career more. Those exclusive interviews and world concert arrangements don’t do themselves yknow!

Eve was saddened by your lack of releases and performances but understood. Besides he had your manager persona in mind to obsess over.

The collab happens and you joined Eve to look over the tracks in the album. From the amount of iced americanos he’d down, you could tell he was super out of it and really needed rest BUT HE WOULDN’T GODDAMN LISTEN TO YOU-

*ahem*

So you decided to help him instead.

You gave minor pointers here and there really. Nothing much in your opinion.

But to Eve he was just in utter shock and awe. How come he didn’t think of that?? The synth really elevated that section of the chorus?? Why were you hiding this genius from him??

You explained that you wanted to be a producer for the company but since it ended up reducing your passion for music so you otped for a managerial position instead.

Eve isn’t even listening at this point. He just has heart eyes. Like he didn’t know he could fall further in love with you. Boy is whipped.

Overall Eve kinda do be dumb and dense so he wouldn’t figure it out. But I’d imagine the revelation to happen sort of like this:

You were helping out Eve with vocal arrangement one day, assisting with adlibs and what not when . . .

“I think it’d be better if you put this here, and double it.”

“Woah that sounds fire.” Eve’s eyes were glued at your focused face. You looked so adorable all focused like that. He was so close to jumping out the recording booth just to give you a big ol smooch.

At his approval you continued, “We could build it up more. I’ll punch you in here and you could do a lower note? Like this.” You played a section of the song, perfectly harmonizing with his voice like it was nothing, before turning to him for approval.

He was silent. Mouth slightly agape.

“Eve?”

“. . .”

Holy shit. You’re one of his favorite artists-