#k.inbox

[nohoney]

k, i need to ride mechanic touya ๐·°(৹˃̵﹏˂̵৹)°·๐

ugh just our hot tatted, hands dirty from car oil mechanic touya (*/ω＼) imagine that he’s your third mechanic that you’ve gone to see about car problems and you’re practically done with all the bullshit you’ve been fed from other car shop dudes. you’re so riled up about all the issues you’ve had with your stupid car that at first you don’t notice how hot he is. but touya notices how adorable you are despite you being snippy as he asks the standard questions of ‘what’s wrong with it’ and what you’ve been informed by prior mechanics.

now mechanic touya is not a miracle worker; he’s just a guy that knows the ins and outs of car maintenance. so he gives it to you straight that your car is indeed a piece of shit but it’s a piece of shit that he can at least make drivable. the diagnosis he gives you is not as bad as you were told before so you visibly relax as touya goes over the costs and he gives you a date to pick up your car which is his closing time of his shop in just a few days.

when you look over the invoice, you note how he cut most of the costs. “you sure you did this right?”

mechanic touya says that it’s not a big deal, just don’t go to any guy except him from now on. maybe it’s the gratefulness that you won’t have to sell any organs just to cover the costs but you notice how fucking fine he is and bashfulness kicks in. “i’m really grateful… thank you. but i really should pay you in full for all you’ve done.”

so mechanic touya tells you, “well baby, if you really wanna show me how grateful you are. come help me test the new shocks on my car.”

and then you’re bouncing on touya’s lap in the backseat of his red convertible bmw 325i. the top is put down so that you don’t hit your head and he’s telling you what a cute little thing you are and how lucky you are that he was your third consultation. your head is dizzy with all the filthy words he gifts to you and you chase your high. mechanic touya makes himself comfortable and leans back to enjoy the show, his car bouncing slightly with your movement. it’s when he calls you a good girl that has you whining and then you’re hanging onto him, begging into his ear to call you a good girl again.

[k-tsukishima]

Hello, Mr. Tsukishima. Hope you’re well. I know you’re new in town but I have been taking a recent survey. Everyone has been asked, except the new people in town, but: hole or no hole?

- @idezaireu

You offering? How much?

[nohoney]

loved loved loved ur absent baby daddy touya! I love asshole! touya stories but him being a sweetheart? it hits me sooo hard plus I am a heavy sucker for pregnancy stories like yes touya who did it all traditional? dating the love of his life, proposing, marriage, going hot and heavy during their honeymoon and then knocking his sweet little wife up? I could die

ugh you and me both nonny (/▽＼*)｡o○��

You get one chance to do something on the first try with no mistakes or interruptions. No breaks or time offs, just getting it on the first try and having it be your last.

Touya is your first and last.

He wasn’t exactly a good boy-next-door neighbor crush. Honestly he was kind of a punk, sometimes acting out just because he could. It did land him a brief stint in juvie and he was on probation for a hot minute. But he was always yours the moment he passed you a note during math class in middle school saying he wanted you to be his girlfriend.

Middle school relationships rarely last, especially when you transition into high school. You and Touya stay a strong couple at the end of high school graduation.

He stayed behind at town to work while you went off to university in a farther city. Usually couples that do long distance in college would eventually split right? Not you and Touya. Weekend dates, sexting, video calls, and time off you got from school would be spent back home with him. It only made you antsier to graduate with your degree because at the end of that milestone would be another one.

An engagement ring already waiting for you.

Your father was a little peeved that Touya didn’t ask his permission to marry you, but he also knew his future son-in-law wasn’t the type to do such a thing. So you marry in a small, intimate ceremony with only immediate family and selected close friends to see the union.

The newlyweds return from the honeymoon with the happy glow of husband and wife… along with poorly hidden hickies and bruises as well. When people ask what you and Touya did on the honeymoon, it’s plainly obvious from the lack of stories that you and him aren’t able to give that all you did was just fuck. Not that the two of you weren’t doing that already a long time ago, but it’s amazing that the two of you could stay this horny for one another after all the years have passed.

No one is surprised that you announce that you’re pregnant within a few months into your marriage.

[nohoney]

sometimes i like to think abt accidentally getting knocked up by touya and he immediately expresses distain for having a child and you understand, but you’ve always wanted a child. so you part ways without a grudge and have the baby and then you bump into touya at the market with his baby on your hip and he can’t help how his heart picks up at the sight of you holding his kid

imagine that you and him were just a random tinder match with one another, both with the agreement to have just some no strings attached fun. while there wasn’t a relationship per se, you and him get close enough to know what you want in the future; you want a family and he doesn’t.

and you didn’t plan to have that family for a while of course, but next thing you know there’s two positive pregnancy tests sitting in your bathroom. touya notices that you kinda withdraw for a bit, occasionally checking in but doesn’t necessarily go out of his way since you’re not his girlfriend. after some time mulling it over, you decide to break the news. he’s not happy and well… you’re uncomfortable.

you decided to keep it.

to be honest you weren’t going to expect him to take responsibility because in the end, you and touya do not know each other well enough to rely on one another. even discussing an attempt at the possibility of co-parenting with him ends in this stalemate. you don’t want to be locked in baby daddy drama either so you decide for him; you’re having this baby without him.

it’s not a guilt trip or anything to make him concede to you, no chasing after for child support from him or expecting anything else. touya does not want to be a father but you are already a mother.

in front of one another, the two of you delete each other’s information from your phones along with any evidence of the two of you together which really only consisted of your text chain and the occasional nude. he tells you good luck and you bid him goodbye.

you have a healthy baby boy, taking more after you in his looks but he has his father’s eyes. after delivering, you can’t help but let your mind wander to touya and wonder what he’s up to. you don’t get to dwell long though because your baby starts crying in his crib and now motherhood truly begins for you.

on a summer day when your son is just a little over a year old, you carry him on your hip as you walk through a market. you were just passing on through to buy a birthday card and then needing to drop off your son at your mother’s house before heading over to your friend’s birthday party. you talk to your son, acting like he’s apart of the card decision making, picking one up to present to him and laughing when he smacks it away.

you don’t notice touya at the very end of aisle, having recognized your voice as he passed by and doing a double take when he realizes it’s you. he hides himself a little, peeking his eye around the corner. you still rock a summer dress very well, even after having a baby, after having his baby. he observes quietly, wondering at all if it was appropriate to make himself known to you. from afar, touya sees that your son resembles more you than him but he wonder if that kid will grow up to be a little stinker like he was when he was a brat.

your son holds tightly to a card you hand him and you praise him for choosing the right one for his auntie. you adjust him on your hip and start to walk towards the self checkout aisle. touya sees his son’s face, gets a glimpse of turquoise blue that he inherited from his father and is passed down to your kid. and really he should keep his distance, let you go on about your day and he should go on with his.

and yet he follows in your direction, leaving behind his basket, and he’s tapping your shoulder before he can even think twice about it. “hey (name)…”

“oh… touya?”

[nohoney]

I remember falling in love with your “Coffee & Cigarettes” touya, I am such a sucker for domestic shit like imagine waking up hungover as shit but still a bit horny. After touya had his breakfast (read: coffee n ciggs) and you’re still in bed, he just comes up to you smelling and tasting a bit ashy. You just go wild on him, trying your best to get smashed with your head still throbbing. Imagining this made me so giddy fr

You say you hate it but Touya knows that you love it.

The nasty smell of cigarettes lingers on the tips of his fingers. It’s on his breath and infused in the fibers of his clothes. It’s a habit that he genuinely does want to eventually reduce but that’s a long project in the making.

“F-fuck…”

He holds your jaw as he fucks into your cunt, your legs over his shoulders and the early morning sun filtering through the curtains. Your breathy moans are slightly strained, mostly trying to stifle them so that they neighbors above don’t complain about you again. “Touya, oh fuck Touya!”

“Yeah princess? Got something to say?”

His breath is ashy when he leans down to kiss you. Touya knows that once he cums in you and you have post sex clarity, you’re gonna lecture him about not brushing his teeth after smoking. He knows that it makes you mad later on but you don’t have it in you to push him away.

If anything, your hand is at the nape of his neck to keep him where he is.

You say you hate it? Yeah right, Touya knows you better than you’re willing to admit.

“No, kiss me more!” You beg for him when he pulls away. “Touya!”

God, you are such a whiny little thing. Outside of this bedroom, you’re a little bossy and luckily he’s the type to go with what you want most of the time. When you’re out and about, operating like a functioning adult, if something doesn’t go you’re way you just let it go. But when you’re needy and creaming on his dick, you get all childish if he even teases you just a little bit. You pout and your voice pitches, high with want and just a teeny bit of frustration.

“Shut up, fucking christ.” Touya tuts at you first before shoving two of his fingers into your mouth. You whine again but your tongue licks at the skin of his fingers. It makes you heady and he can see how your eyes shut in pleasure when you taste the nicotine and tobacco. “Nasty girl, aren’t you?”

“Mmf!” you shake your head to disagree but the squeeze of your cunt around his dick makes him think differently.

He doesn’t know why you keep insisting that you don’t like the smell or taste of him after a smoke when it’s so clear that you do. Touya won’t deny that it is cute to him though in the moment.

“Brush your fucking teeth! It was so gross when you wanted to make out when we were having sex.” You complain to him later on, as he predicted you would.

When you’re nagging him, it’s not as cute, but nothing that a little kiss doesn’t settle you. And Touya knows that you’d be embarrassed if he ever pointed it out too. So he goes out for his smoke like usual, sipping on his coffee and thinking back to ninety minutes ago that you were sucking the taste of cigarettes off his fingers.

“Touya! This reeks of smoke! I have to wash the pillowcases now!” You call from inside the apartment.

“Alright, alright. I’m sorry doll.” he sighs as he stubs out his cigarette in the ashtray. “Acting like you hate it so much…”

“What did you say?” You ask him sharply.

“Nothin’. I’m washing my hands now.” Touya starts to head towards the restroom, but not before cupping your cheek in his hand and making you kiss him first. And he lingers for a moment before he pulls away, smiling to himself as he goes to the restroom.

You’re a little liar; you didn’t push him away.

[nohoney]

No but imagine you win the— now very ripped— shirt and he finds you at the end of the show wearing it. Even though it’s completely covered in his sweat and cologne, he doesn’t give a fuck because now you smell like him.

it’s your goddamn trophy is what that shirt is!

bakugou had even seen from the stage how you scrapped for it, scrapped for a piece of him. he can still see how you had shouted, “it’s mine, let go bitch!”

and you proudly wear it as he approaches you, caught up in the euphoria of winning your prize and talking with your friends. the neckline is drooping a little and revealing just a bit of your collarbone, someone from the crowd having done their best to yank it from you but your tenacity had paid off. and god he doesn’t know if he wants to rip that shirt off you and have you keep it on for him.

it’s adorable how when he steps towards you, your jaw goes slack for a quick second before your eyes sparkle in awe. your eyes draw down to his chest but you correct yourself to look him in his eyes. bakugou watches you smooth down your hair, rub just right underneath your eyes to fix the smudged liner, and then you smile excitedly at him.

“i’m such a fan! i love your music!” you’re beaming at him, one of your hands clutching at the neckline of the shirt as if you don’t know what to do with your hands. “can i please have an autograph? or maybe a selfie?”

as if the shirt you had fought for wasn’t prize enough, but baby—he’ll do you one better.

he nods his head towards the stage and says, “come back stage with me.”

[nohoney]

k! k! (◕‿◕✿) imagine having a dream that coffee + cigs touya cheated on you and you wake up angry at him╰(✿´⌣`✿)╯♡

no but fr this has happened to me and it was so hard for me to not be actually mad at my partner when i woke up (-﹏-。)

nonny i got u (☆ω☆)

see touya just rolls over and sees that you’re already awake, just scrolling on your phone idly. he greets you with a raspy ‘good morning’ and tries to kiss you but you turn away and tell him to get off. and of course he’s thinking oh great, what did i do this time?

he sighs and asks you if he hit you during his sleep again and that’s why you’re mad at him. it’s a thing that unfortunately happens every so often; he can’t help it honestly but he knows that he has to apologize. you tell him a curt no and get out of bed.

touya pinches the bridge of his nose before following after you, knowing that it’s better to stay within your space than assuming to give you space until you verbally tell him yourself. he makes the coffee and you warm up store bought croissants in the little toaster oven. he comes up behind you and places your favorite mug in front of you, having already added the creamer your coffee.

“why are you pissed? i’m not gonna have another conversation with you about taking your anger out on me without you telling me, do you understand?” touya is firm in his tone, showing that he’s not gonna let your attitude slide. he knows the difference between you being crabby and then actually being upset. “hm? we gonna talk this out or are we spending our morning in separate rooms?”

you wiggle out of the small space and take your mug with you. it seems like it’s going to be the second option but you lean on the opposite side of the countertop so that you face him.

“you cheated on me.”

his eyebrow raises in question before he tells you, “i have never.”

“uh yeah you did.” you insist.

“okay, humor me. when did i ‘cheat’ on you?” touya puts his hands up for air quotes around the emphasized word.

you pout at him first before answering, “last night, in my dream.”

yup, he knew it was for a dumb reason.

“i’m serious touya! what kind of bad vibes were you giving me last night to affect my dream? do i have to get something to ward off evil energy?” you scoff before sipping your coffee. “how dare you.”

he rolls his eyes at you but it’s a win that you chose to talk to him instead of being in your mood. “yes how dare i, meaning the me in your dreamscape, do something that i, the real me, would never do? you want me to apologize for what your mind made up in your sleep?”

“yes.”

“okay, i am sorry that your dream made you upset and i happened to be the star of your dream. just know that i wouldn’t do it to you in real life, ever.” he assures you, knowing that underneath your attitude you just want assurance that he’d never step out on you in real life. “can i kiss you good morning now so that we can have a peaceful morning?”

“… yes.”

[nohoney]

I have an idea, can we get siren (merman) Hawks and can it be smut/fluffy...please

-👁

i’ve never been one to be able to write about any fantasy creatures whatsoever but this was actually kind of fun (๑˃ᴗ˂)

warnings: oral sex (receiving), fingering (receiving), some dirty talk (imagined by the reader), a little bittersweet at the end sorry

The air is warm, sunlight peeks through the breaks of the trees, and you walk further down the path to the lake that you’ve been visiting since the beginning of spring last year. A picnic basket is carried by your side, it’s contents slightly rattling as you walk the paved dirt path. The straps of your dress fall down your shoulder every once in a while and you think that once you stop to rest that you should tighten the bows a little bit so that you’re not always adjusting them.

You break into a little jog once you see the end of the path despite your flip flops not being meant for more than a leisurely walk.

A small pond with a little waterfall is your destination. There’s a wooden dock that you can tell has been standing strong and shows no sign of giving way anytime soon. Perhaps in another fifty years it will start to show some wear but right now, it’s sturdy.

You sit at the very end of the dock, making sure to take your flip flops off first and setting your basket aside next to you. The water level has risen; you know this because last year the water only reached your ankle when you dipped your feet in and this year, the water is up last your calves. There was a lot of rain and while you’re grateful for it, you also don’t want it to submerge the dock either.

Kicking your feet in the water, it creates ripples and disturbs the water lilies nearby.

A head of blond hair pops out from the surface of the water, yellow eyes trained on you swimming beneath the surface to approach. “There you are,” you greet to your friend, “I brought a picnic for us today.”

The head disappears beneath the surface, leaving you alone for a few seconds, the splash of water and wet hands grip onto your calves. When you look down, you see the handsome face of man but beneath the surface of the water, he’s mythical.

Last year, you discovered him.

You moved to town two years ago in the winter and hadn’t made any friends yet. Loneliness settled heavily on you as you struggled to connect with the folks of this town but it’s hard to break into the inner circles of a place where the population is only used to knowing each other. In trying to make conversation with the townsfolk, you heard a lot of talk of avoiding the lake in the middle of the forest. That apparently some parents tried to drown their child in the lake and it came back as a ghastly creature to haunt the water and the surrounding shores of it as well.

You took their little fairytale as a bunch of hooey and decided to walk to that lake.

When you walked the path, it was no different than any trail you had been to before. However coming closer to the break in the trees, you saw a dock and someone swimming in the water. There was some wariness from you when you saw it was a man. Only his head popped up from the water and he seemed very focused on something in the tree branches that reached over the water.

You peered quietly at first, following his line of vision to see a hawk just perched on a tree branch.

When you called out, it startled both the bird and the young man. The hawk took flight and the man in the water was frightened by your presence. He was quick to look back at you before going into the water. You ran to the dock, shouting that you were friendly and your eyes were searching for air bubbles to find him. Your immediate action was to jump in after him.

It was the day you discovered that mermaids… or rather a merman was real.

He had a beautiful tail of red scales that shimmered underneath the sunlight and he seemed to have a liking for the hawk that circled the lake.

So you named him Hawks.

Unusual name for a sea creature but he responded to it once he had gotten used to your presence.

“Here, I brought you an egg today. Hard boiled this time.” You offered to Hawks, already having peeled the shell off. Last time you tried to give him soft boiled but he hated it. He looks reluctantly at it and shakes his head, a gesture that you had taught him since you found he had very little communication. “Oh don’t worry, it’s not runny like last time.”

To prove it, you bite into the top half of the bed. The yolk is firm and a little dry as you chew, but it’s for your friend and not yourself.

Hawks is still reluctant.

“If you don’t want it, that’s okay. But it just means that you won’t get your favorite,” you sing the last word and watch how he perks up, “chicken.”

Hawks grunts and pats his hand at your knee, almost as if he were a child. His hand reaches towards you, eager at the mention of his favorite food. You place the half eaten egg in his palm before pushing his hand back to him. You giggle when he pouts at the egg and looks back up at you; you can tell he feels a little betrayed.

“Just try it, okay? You know how to show me if you don’t like something right?”

You taught him small ways to communicate, often with simple hand gestures. If he doesn’t like something, he’s supposed to cover his mouth with his hand. If he does, he taps his lips twice and then points to what he likes.

Again, like a child, he takes the egg and chews with puffed up cheeks. As you wait for his evaluation, you reach for the plastic container inside the picnic basket but you don’t quite bring it out just yet. He needs to properly tell you whether he likes something or not.

Hawks seems to mull it over before putting his hand over his mouth.

“Okay, I won’t bring you eggs anymore then.” You say with a little confirming nod. The container from the picnic basket is brought out and Hawks bounces in the water in excitement. The little, excited grunts he makes make you shake your head with a smile. You hand him a hearty piece of cooked chicken and it’s practically snatched from you.

Nothing that you haven’t been used to for a good while now.

You give him pieces of chicken with one hand and feed yourself with a sandwich the the other. The sun is warm on your skin, the water is cool, and Hawks is nuzzling your shins as you finish feeding yourself once all the chicken was gone.

Slowly you start to pack up everything inside your picnic basket. You wished that you didn’t have to go, truthfully you hated leaving him by himself, but you still had a life to attend to. Plus also needing to cook his favorite foods as well. “Okay Hawks, I’ll try to see if I can stop by in a few days?”

You start to lift your legs out the water but Hawks hugs your legs to keep you in place.

When he does that, you know it’s because he’s feeling a little lonely.

“I’m sorry Hawks, I know you’re sad that I have to go. I’ll try to come the soonest I can, okay?” You apologize to him, reaching down cup his cheek. He leans into your palm, affectionately humming but whines sadly when you retreat your hand back. He taps his lips twice and points to you. “I like you too Hawks.”

Slowly, he parts your legs and pushes the skirt of your dress up. Again he taps his lips twice and points to in between your legs, this time sticking his tongue out.

“Oh… I don’t know about today.”

Aside from keeping his actual presence a secret, this of course stays strictly between the two of you. Not that Hawks had the capability of saying anything or anyone knew of his presence. Sometimes you laid in bed at night thinking about him, reminiscing how curious he is about your body and how you let him explore his curiosity.

Hawks repeats his action, his brows furrowing and insisting with a pout that is working its magic on you.

He ends up getting what he wants when he presses a kiss to your knee, looking at you through his eyelashes and humming.

“… Okay.”

You discard your dress and fold it neatly before setting it aside. Hawks has a smile on his face that you pretend to not see as you slip your underwear off your body. Your calves are used to the temperature of the water but you still let out a little squeal as you join him in the water.

Hawks swims up to you and shows how happy he is by giving you a hug, affectionately nuzzling your cheek. Even though you hadn’t necessarily planned to have this type of visit with him, a part of you is flattered that he has these kinds of feelings for you and wants to act on them.

He pulls back, only to give you a quick kiss on the lips, smiling at you before sinking beneath the water’s surface. His lips kiss at your tummy before sinking lower, his hands carefully holding your hips and pats your butt as a signal.

I’m going to start now.

You gasp when he shyly licks at you as just a little tease, focusing on the view ahead of you and at a water lily floating on the water. “Oh…” you whisper quietly as closes his mouth over your cunt, licking away at you with the same eagerness he was displaying before. “H-Hawks… oh fuck.”

If only there was some way for you to be able to breathe underwater with him. To see his face and what kind of expressions as he eats you out. He’s beautiful so you know that if you were to see him look up at you as he ate you out, he’d set the butterflies in your tummy fluttering.

When you first let him explore his curiosity, he was just as shy as you were. You could tell by his touches and he could tell by the way you’d jerk whenever you were unprepared to receive his touch. But at this point of your bond, the two of you were definitely used to each other.

Not to say that he didn’t make you flustered sometimes.

Hawks seemed to be able to express himself just fine without words and without difficulty. Something in his nature or perhaps you happened to sync well with him, the two of you were able to understand one another clearly. How was it the best communication you had in a relationship, it was with someone that couldn’t speak any discernible words at all?

“Oh god!” You gasp again before you let out a small moan. Hawks licks you enthusiastically, carefully pushing a finger into your pussy, something that he learned after observing you in the early stages of the two of you showing interest in one another. You remembered how you shyly opened your legs while sitting at the dock one day and confessing to him that you dreamt of him. You remember his curious eyes watching your fingers dip into your dripping cunt and just how fascinated he became.

Your head falls back and you dip one hand beneath the water to grasp at Hawks’ hair. You bite your bottom lip to try to keep your noises in even though you were more than sure that no one else except him would hear you.

Sometimes you wonder what he’d sound like if he was able to speak. You imagine his voice would be smooth, pleasing to your ears and that he could make you laugh. In your selfish little mind, he says all the right things that make your heart race.

You’re a good girl, my wonderful girl…

The tip of his tongue prods against your clit and you let out an audible moan into the air.

The way you sound is so sexy, I fucking love it!

Your hips rock into his mouth, almost like you’re riding his face. His hands are secure on holding your waist to help keep you afloat. Sparks of pleasure go up and down your body, your thighs slightly shaky as your orgasm starts build higher.

Sweet, precious thing… I adore you.

Your hand clenches into a fist and grabs a fistful of Hawks’ hair while your mouth drops into a silent ‘oh’. Your eyes flutter as you experience your high, still caught off guard over how well Hawks has learned how to make you cum. He was intelligent enough to discern that you were experiencing pleasure, smart enough to see if you were sad over something, and he always seemed to be looking into you just as you were looking into him.

He always looked like he was in wonder whenever he stared at you too long.

Hawks comes up from the water and you loop your arms around him in a hug, pressing a kiss to his cheek and just hanging onto him like a sloth. You were wanting to catch your breath. He doesn’t seem to be done with you just yet, sliding his hand between your bodies and pushes two fingers into your pussy. “Oh… you’re not done?” You ask but have difficulty keeping conversation when you’re still sensitive from an orgasm and he keeps curling his fingers into you.

Your body shudders as you let him finger you, a part of you wondering if he liked the feel of his fingers inside your warm cunt. More than a few times he’d point to in between your legs and hold up his middle and index finger up as a signal and pointing at himself. Eventually you had learned that it was his way of saying that he wanted to finger you.

“H-Hawks… are you done? I have to go back soon.” You whimper as he continues to tease his fingers against that spongy spot that makes you see heaven. Your cunt squeezes around his fingers and a big part of you wishes that he had a cock so that you could know what it was like to fuck him.

You could see him being a little whiny as he cums in you, lying back to let you take control as you ride him. You’d milk him dry and make a creamy mess on his dick, wanting to make him just as over sensitive in the same way he does it to you.

You wished that you could fuck Hawks.

Cumming a second time by his fingers, you pat at his shoulder and he retreats from you. This time, he returns your hug and holds you close. Your legs cross around his waist and you stay for a small moment just holding one another.

A kiss is pressed to your forehead.

I miss you already.

In return, you do the same to him.

I always miss you.

You wished that he could come with you.

You try hard to not look at him as you begin to get ready to leave because of the sad look in his eye. There are days that he seems to be okay as you head home, but others he makes it very known when he’s sad. And you know that the more time you spend together, each goodbye will get harder and more forlorn.

“Okay Hawks, I’m going to go now. I’ll try to visit soon.”

He nods his head, watching from the water as you take your picnic basket and the straps of your dress fall off your shoulder. You walk ahead and make sure to keep looking forward, eventually hearing when he dives under the water and you can let out the sad sigh you were holding in.

“I’ll visit you again soon.”

[nohoney]

bby im on my period and need touya to make it better ๐·°(৹˃̵﹏˂̵৹)°·๐

sending you smooches and laying a blanket over you bb (￣ε￣＠)

“Okay, which one do you want: the llama or the avocado?” Touya asks as he holds up two soft heating pads out to you. You point to the llama with the tip of your foot before dropping it back down on the bed and laying onto your side, trying to be comfortable. The avocado stuffy is tossed somewhere on the floor, Touya unzipping the belly of the llama to pull out the little heating bag from its body. “Snacks? Juice?”

You’re getting annoyed at your boyfriend but he’s just doing the standard routine when it’s that time of the month for you. “Cranberry.” You answer curtly, reaching for your laptop and opening it up so that you can just throw on something to distract you from your cramps. Your lower back thrums with pain that makes you groan.

Touya knows to just get out the room before you yell at him for something ridiculous like him breathing too loud (he doesn’t) or giving you a weird look (he wasn’t) or even accusing him of being annoyed from you being annoyed (he is but he won’t say it).

The microwave beeps after heating the little bag and Touya’s filled your favorite tumbler cup with cranberry juice. He gives you the juice first before he’s stuffing the heated bag back inside the belly of the llama. He watches you get comfortable, pressing the llama heating pad against your lower belly. “Anything else?” he asks, needing to make sure all bases are covered so he can retreat and leave you in peace.

“Yeah, some vicodin.”

Okay, you’re not in that bad of a mood if you’re able to make a joke at least.

Touya kisses your temple and leaves the room, keeping the door closed and closing it gently because last time you were on your period you accused him of closing the door with an attitude (he did but wasn’t going to admit it).

He goes to his drawing desk, flicking on the light and grabs his headphones off the stand. There are several sketches laid out on the surface, working on a sheet of flash designs and four designs for a client of his he’s supposed to tattoo soon.

While Touya works in the other room, you’re suffering in the bedroom. The first day is always the worst and you can’t help wanting to throw a fit. You want to throw your plushie but you want to snuggle it, the actor in the show is kinda cute but now he’s starting to look ugly, you want to go yell at Touya for no reason but you know you shouldn’t. The range of emotions that go through you annoys you just about as much as it annoys your boyfriend when he becomes the target of your mood swings, which he always points out that you get extra cranky before your period starts.

It really explained why you were tempted to punch that crying kid at the grocery store last week.

The time comes when you’ve got to go the bathroom and check to see if you’ve got to swap out to a new tampon. Unfortunately when you also check, you’ve also bled into your underwear as well. “Fucking damn it!!” You yell louder than you’re supposed to but it’s annoying when this happens!

“Doll, what’s wrong?” Touya asks from his desk, apparently having heard you over his music.

“I fucking bled into my panties! I’m so pissed!”

Touya knows the drill, grabbing new period underwear and waiting just outside the bathroom door. It cracks open and he slips his hand in, feeling it plucked from his fingers before the door shuts close again. He goes back to his desk, resuming his activity from before.

Inside the bathroom, you stand at the sink and pour hydrogen peroxide over the fresh blood that stained the cotton of your underwear. At least you caught it before it could become a period stain. You repeat the process of pouring the hydrogen peroxide, rinsing with water, wringing the underwear and repeating until you feel that you’ve gotten the blood out. You inspect the fabric and you’re relieved that there’s no stain.

But you emptied the bottle and you’re on your last tampon.

“Touya!” You call your boyfriend’s name as you exit the bathroom after cleaning your hands and tossing the cleaned out pair of underwear into the hamper. “Touya!”

The headphones come off quick and he looks back at you, “Yeah?”

You don’t like the way he said ‘yeah’ to you but you let it go for now. “We need to run to the store. I used up all the peroxide and I need more tampons.” You inform him, watching him stand from his desk and start to go towards the front door to get his shoes on. “I wanna come.”

“You’re cramping,” Touya points out and even though it’s a bad thought, he wants you to stay behind if your cramps are bad so that he doesn’t hear you complain while in the car, “just stay home and I’ll go to the store.”

“Nooo! I wanna go!” You groan, “I want food too!”

Touya can at least be grateful that when you’re on your period, you know exactly what you crave and you don’t play a guessing game with him. “Just text it to me, stay home.”

“Are you trying get away from me? Is that why you don’t want me to come?”

You end up accompanying Touya in the car, holding your freshly heated llama pad against your tummy. The car ride is quiet except for the music that plays, your boyfriend letting you have control over the music as he drives. He keeps the key in the ignition and the engine running when he pulls into the parking lot. He’s got the checklist in his head for what you need, intending to just be in and then out so you can get home quickly.

“Can we stop by that taco truck on the way home?” You ask just right before he leaves the car.

“I can make you tacos at home.” Touya says in hopes of making you change your mind. “You know it doesn’t work like a restaurant with them, we can’t just order in for takeout ahead of time. We have to wait in line to order and get the food.”

“Well I’m sure the line would be short if you get there fast.” you tell him with no room for argument.

Ugh, he does not want to argue.

A bag of all your necessary period needs are tossed into the backseat and Touya makes the drive all the way to the area you want your food from. He reaches one hand to pet your head after hearing you groan, his peripherals catching how you pet the head of your little llama plush. Once again, he pulls into a lot where the truck is parked at and he’s fucking grateful that there’s only two people in line.

He barely makes it back to your shared home when your attitude kicks in again, walking slowly beside you as you start to hunch over from the cramps. “Almost there, okay?”

And you make it, thank fucking goodness you make it, settling yourself at the dining room table and leaning on the surface of it with one arm while the other one helps itself to the bag of food. Touya is left to take all your period items and sort it into the bathroom cabinet.

“Hey, thanks for putting up with me.” You tell him as you lay back into bed after having eaten, your llama being held against you again, “I know I’m really annoying whenever it starts.”

He says that you’re not (you are).

“Love you.” He tells you as he gets ready to return to his drawing desk. Touya’s hand rests on the top of your head, slowly stroking your hair knowing that the gesture will mean something to you, even if it doesn’t make any of your symptoms any better.

“Love you too.” you take his hand off your head and kiss the inside of his wrist, just right where your initials are tattooed at along with a small heart. And in turn his initials are tattooed on your wrist as well with a little flame. “Now leave me alone.”

[nohoney]

dabi the type to be really cold and he'll place his cold hands under your shirt to grope your tits to warm up

he just loves your reactions too when he does it. the way you flinch is so cute once he gets his hands on you and you whine at him again to rub his hands together first before he holds your tits (＃＞＜)

dabi just likes to be a menace like that but its not to say that he catches you off guard every single time. there are times he’ll be nice and give you a little warning that he’s gonna warm his hands up. when he surprises you, you usually adjust pretty quickly because well… what choice do you have when he’s already taken what he wanted?

but to give you the cue and mental time to prepare? it’s different somehow, you watch how he warms his breath into his hands and rubs them together. and he does it all so leisurely too as you wait on him. you’re used to dabi’s palms always being cold. when he’s warmed his hands up and they slide underneath the shirt you wear, it’s almost delicate how he touches you. he places them on your waist first to give you a little reassuring squeeze before he slides them up. the way his fingers press softly into your rib cage has you a little embarrassed and you don’t know what for. and then dabi just holds your tits in his palms, his hands not quite as chilly as you’re used to like when he catches you by surprise.

“such a good doll, letting me warm up.” dabi coos into your ear.

“you know, you could ask me to hold your hands too if you want me to warm them.”

he brushes the pad of his thumb over your nipple, making you whine and dabi chuckles over how it hardens under his touch. “nah, i like it better this way.”

[nohoney]

c&c reader would definitely force touya to get all dolled up to watch the Barbie movie ლ(◉❥◉ ლ)

Normally Touya is the one always calling you doll but he feels like one as you pick out his clothes for him, fussing over certain patterns and trying to coordinate his look until you’re satisfied. He’s not really one to care and let’s you do as you please. But this… he’s not feeling it. “I’m dressed like a douche.” he tells you as you pet the collar of his shirt.

“You’re not dressed like a douche.” you tell him off handedly as you decide if you want one or two buttons undone on the pink button up he’s wearing. “You’re dressed like Ken.”

“Ken is a douche.”

“Well Ken wouldn’t give Barbie this much sass,” there’s a playful tone to your words as you decide on two buttons to be undone and then fix the chain around his neck, “he’d be grateful to her.”

Touya has never worn this color scheme before and he’s visibly uncomfortable. Pink shirt with white pants, it looks fucking atrocious on him. Even if the clothes coordinate with your pretty pink dress, he just doesn’t feel like he looks right when he looks at himself in the mirror. The things I do for my girlfriend. he thinks to himself silently as you fix up the bows in your hair.

You’re free to dress like Barbie, Touya doesn’t really care all that much.

But to dress him up like Ken?

“Doll, I look ridiculous.” Touya tells you as you gather your purse and make sure that you have everything in it before heading out the door. “You can’t tell me that you think I actually look good like this?”

“Ugh stop whining. You will not be the only boyfriend dressed up by his girlfriend in the theatre. Look,” you apply gloss on your lips that smell like guava before speaking again, “it’s just for a movie so can you suck it up for me? It’s really important that I experience this with you.”

A beat of silence between the two of you.

You pull out a plastic baggy from your purse that has three rolled joints in it. Pink rolling paper of course. “You can get high before we go into the theatre and sit down.”

“Deal.”

[nohoney]

waiting for a drabble where reader fights one of touya's/keigo's side pieces jkjk 😭😭

my girl gets done so dirty

u know what u right. takes place a between pt 4 and pt 5

Sometimes you don’t make the best decisions when you’re emotional, and you can admit that. There’s plenty of witnesses that can attest to that. Your family, friends, past relationships, and your boyfriends can all confirm it. You try not to act out, you know it only causes you more trouble, but sometimes you just can’t help needing to do something about it.

“Where’s my phone? I haven’t heard from it for the past hour.” Touya is checking all the places he swears he thought he put it down on. He’s already cut and packed the goods, he just needs his phone to confirm the meet up location. He can vaguely recall it but he needs to double check. He’s already running a little late because you got mad at him and stormed out, and he was happy to have you out of his face to get some breathing room.

“Goddamnit! Where is it?!” Touya mutters to himself.

He runs a hand down his face, trying to recall everything in the past hour or so.

You were making dinner while he was in the shower. When he came out, you told him that he got a message and that someone was asking for more pressed pills. He remembers you getting snappy after handing him his phone because the messages were from one of his female clients. He tried to let your attitude go at first by ignoring it, only reading over whatever request was made to him and thinking about how much he has leftover to sell. You dug into him if it was one of the ones he’d fuck on the side, which he tried to avoid at first but eventually he got fed up and answered honestly.

The same argument ensued with you being jealous and him insisting that it always means nothing.

He got fed up and so did you. He remembers tossing his phone onto his couch and stepping outside of his front door to try to calm himself down. Then you walked out a few minutes after him, taking your bag with you and stomping out. He didn’t bother trying to stop you.

The couch was empty though aside from the two stupid stuffed animals you insisted on being there. It didn’t fall underneath or wasn’t in between the cushions…

It finally dawned on him.

You took his phone.

Touya cussed out loud and hurried back inside to grab his keys and wallet. What you were planning to do with his phone, he wasn’t sure but you were gonna fucking get it from him!

The first place he rushes to is Keigo, having taken a day away to focus on a big essay that had been on his mind for the past month.

“Fuck! What are you doing here? I said I needed to concentrate on this-“ Keigo jumps when Touya barges in.

“Call my phone! Now!” Touya talks over Keigo when he spots him sitting on the floor of his bedroom. His nostrils are flared and he’s gripping his keys tightly in his hand. “She took it!”

Keigo makes a face at him, clearly a little disgruntled that his studying time was interrupted but he does as told. Clearly another fight ensued and he starts to ready himself mentally to calm things down. It’s not like this was the first time you acted out like this; last time you got really upset, you took Keigo’s car without permission. He picks his phone up from beside him and brings the phone up to his ear, his face peeking up when the phone call is received. “Dove? Hey, what’re you-“

Touya snatches the phone out of his hand to speak to you himself, “(Name)! Tell me where the fuck you are right now! I am not fucking playing around right now!”

“Fuck you Touya!” you yell at him through his phone before hanging up.

Oh you are definitely fucking in for it when he gets his hands on you.

“Christ, you really pissed her off huh?” Keigo comments as he begins to put away his study materials. His concentration is broken so there’s no point in even attempting to try to get his studying back on track. “What’d you do?”

His head jerk down to look at the blond. His face is set in a frown and his face says exactly what is on his mind: what do you mean what did I do?

Keigo holds out his hand for his phone back which gets handed back without question. He looks over his screen, typing something out but speaking to Touya without needing to look up, “We’ll just have to wait for her. She’s gonna come.”

Touya plops himself down onto the bed, turning his head to inhale the scent of laundry detergent and Keigo’s cologne from his bedsheets. It’s comforting and woodsy and calms him down a little. He’s still angry at you but Keigo is more of his voice of reason than himself. “What makes you say that?”

“I just texted her to come here.” He answers plainly.

“And she’ll listen to you?” Touya huffs.

“Well I didn’t yell at her so she’s more likely to.”

Sometimes it really gets on Touya’s nerves that Keigo has it easier and seems to handle you better. It makes him deeply insecure at times and also jealous. He has to remember though that he couldn’t maintain you all by himself.

Keigo leaves the room briefly and comes back with a glass bottle that’s half full of clear liquid. He holds it up in silent question and Touya merely sighs; he might as well pass the time somehow.

It’s past eleven when Keigo’s front door opens and both the boys turn their head at the sound of it. They hear you take off your shoes rather loudly and you slam the front door that makes the apartment shake. “Hey… I’m home.” you answer tiredly when you walk into the living room where they made themselves comfortable.

“(Name), what happened?” Keigo asks, taking in your appearance before getting up on his feet and helping you to sit in a chair.

Touya is stunned too, trying to find the words to say to you himself.

You’ve got a busted lip, scratch marks on your cheek, and part of your shirt is ripped which you’re holding up with one hand to keep from falling down and exposing your bra. When he looks closer he sees dried blood under your nose as well.

“Doll, what did you do?” He asks you, almost sitting on the edge of his seat for you to tell him. Instead you simply slam his phone down on the table to show the front screen is slightly cracked.

You avoided the question and turn your head away when Keigo tries to wipe at your face with a wet rag. “I’m gonna shower.” You announce and stand up, a pained look coming onto your face but you try to hide it. Keigo offers his help, making you lean on him as he helps you to the bathroom.

Touya inspects his phone and he’s relieved that it’s still functioning. The first thing he opens is his messages and he sees unopened texts, some of his customers wondering if he’s available. They wouldn’t have known that his own girlfriend jacked his phone and that’s why they were ignored. The most recent message at the top was from the girl that he was supposed to drop off before the argument he had with you. The messages were from you pretending to be him, finding out where she was supposed to meet, and a bunch of flirty emojis from the girl.

Oh he knows for sure that must have set you off.

You’re not one for violence but maybe he has to rethink about letting you into his phone if this something that’s going to come up. You driving off in his car was one thing; you taking his phone to fight someone he sells to is another.

He looks more at the text chain, noting that you made her change both the meet up time and the location to a different area. There was some reluctance on the other side but she eventually relented after you made some dirty promise, which he wouldn’t ever do with anyone except you.

A new message pops up from the same girl:

[11:35 pm] this girl attacked me out of nowhere while i was waiting! she hurt me really bad :(

Smart little thing, aren’t you?

Or maybe the bitch was just dumb.

Either way, you got the drop on her and Touya’s impressed.

You deserve a little something.

He stands up to go to the bathroom, pushing the door open to see you curled up in the bathtub and Keigo lathering shampoo in your hair. Both sets of eyes look to him as he holds up his phone. He approaches the tub and kneels down next to you.

“Open.”

You drop your mouth; Touya places half of a pill on your tongue.

The pill that he was supposed to sell tonight.

You swallow and wince at the taste of it on your tongue. Touya kisses your forehead, gently brushing his thumb along your bottom lip at the cut. You let out a little whine, your lip definitely sensitive and a little swollen and it makes him want to kiss the hell out of you.

“I fucking love you.” he tells you with a smile.

You hold your knees tight to your chest, resting your cheek on your knee and humming when Keigo pours water to rinse the suds out of your hair. “I love you too.”

When the pill hits you and you’re so giggly as you run your hands through Keigo’s hair, squealing in excitement when he smothers you in kisses all over your face, Touya blocks the bitch on his phone. He tosses his phone off to the side, uncaring that it clatters to the floor seeing as you already did some damage to it already.

He grabs your face in his hand, adoring your pretty eyes despite your big pupils taking away most of the color he likes to gaze into and kisses your forehead.

“Touya… I love you.” You ooze affection before leaning into Keigo and nuzzling him, giving him equal affection as well. Touya sits back, just a little happier and a little more in love with you.

[nohoney]

miss the us series too!! on tht note wonder what would’ve happened if touya and keigo found out reader and tomura’s exchanges during their supposed sobriety period lol

omg it’d be a shitshow :(

it would be the worst that touya has ever blown up. not only were you still doing drugs behind his back—you were getting them from shigaraki of all people.

warnings: drug use, toxic relationship, infidelity

“Are you fucking kidding me!”

You sob openly and blubber apologies to Touya and Keigo for going behind their back. They walked in on you snorting a line off the coffee table, one line taken perfectly but the other smeared when they walked in. The world was deathly still for a few seconds before Touya marched right up to you and snatched you up to drag you away from the coffee table.

There’s no excuse you can give them to justify what you were found doing.

He’d been yelling at you for the last twenty minutes.

“Haven’t I done enough for you?! Haven’t we,” Touya gestures to Keigo standing off to the side, “done enough? We promised to do better and this is how you repay us!!”

All this agonizing work so that you didn’t leave him, Touya grit his teeth and put himself in uncomfortable places for you. After your freak out inside the closet door he put you in, he forgave you for wanting more drugs more than wanting him in that moment and promised to do what he could for you. After everything, Touya didn’t want you to cry anymore because of him. Nothing was perfect but he believed that things were better when he saw you become less depressed after he’d open up slowly and you were on your sobriety break, swearing that you felt better.

“I’m sorry!” You sob harder, lowering your head into your hands and cry, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”

Touya brushes his hair back briefly before he clenched his hand into a fist. He wants to punch a hole in the wall and he wants to yell at you more. But he knows that will make everything worse, that you’d end up spiraling like last time and throw yourself into another bender if he were to up and leave.

He should have known; he made you this way. But if you’re going to feen, he will be the only one you ever go to.

“Is that all you have to say? You’re sorry?” Keigo speaks up, looking just as pained, “Are we really still so bad to you that you need something to deal with us?”

I thought we were better.

“No! No!” You shake your head but inside, you do still agonize that you’re not as happy as you want to be with them, “You’re better! Y-You’re trying more!”

Keigo points to the coffee table dusted with cocaine, “Explain that then.”

“I… I…” you stutter to try to find an explanation but you can’t. It’s apart of you now, needing drugs to sort your thoughts and emotions, you didn’t know how to process the big emotions without needing them now. “I… need it.”

“Where are you getting it from?” Touya asks, leveling with you as kneels down in front of you to look you in the eye. He’s testing to see if you’re going to lie to him because he already knows where you’re getting it from. Touya is testing your loyalty to him too. “Who’s supplying you?”

You know he knows.

You bite your bottom lip when more tears sting your eyes, but you know that crying won’t make either one of them back off. Keigo won’t comfort you and Touya won’t forgive you. “Shigaraki.”

“Fucking bitch!” Touya curses, “Since when?”

“… A couple of weeks after our big fight.” You confess.

Keigo puts his hand over his mouth and Touya stands up to pace to the other side of the room. All you can hear is Touya trying to control his breathing. Your nails dig into the flesh of your palm and you curse yourself for not being smarter for snorting behind a locked door.

“Put your phone out and call him.”

Reluctantly you pull your phone out and go to your recent messages. You tap on the hidden name Shigaraki is under and start a phone call on speaker. The line rings for what seems like forever and your anxiety climbs higher. You’re not sure what Touya would do if the phone call isn’t answered.

“Hello?” Shigaraki’s tired voice answers after so many rings.

Touya is quick to grab your phone and speak into it himself, “Don’t ever call her ever again. Lose her number and be ready to see me in half an hour.” He ends the phone call and holds it out to you, “Delete his number in front of me now.”

Your hands shake as you do as you’re told.

A part of you will miss Shigaraki but you couldn’t lose Touya or Keigo.

“You share any photos? Have any secret apps? Huh?” Touya grills you even further but you hold your phone back out to him, a silent offering for him to verify yourself. “Be honest with me: did you use him only for getting more drugs?”

Your eyesight is blurry as you cry more and you nod your head.

“Nothing more than that?” Keigo asks, finally moving from his spot to approach you too. “Swear to us?”

“Yes… I just… You took it away and I didn’t know how-“ you start to explain but a small tut makes you stop speaking. Touya reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small baggy, fat rocks of cocaine that typically make you excited but you shrink when he hands it out. “I don’t want-“

“Yes, you do.” Touya insists with no room for argument, “If all you’re missing is drugs then take this from me. You don’t need him if that’s all you wanted. I always told you to take only from me and me alone. You don’t want to be clean? Fine, I was only thinking of you but whatever. You will not go behind our backs again.”

The baggy is tossed onto the table and Touya roughly holds your jaw in his palm to make you look up at him. His fingers dig into your cheeks but you don’t dare voice any discomfort. “I fucking love you but I am not happy with you right now. You betrayed us.”

“I… I love you.” You whisper, “Both of you.”

Keigo’s hand touches your knee but there’s no comfort in his touch.

Touya leaves and you sob quietly in your spot with Keigo only sitting quietly nearby. He’s processing everything silently at first before reaching for the baggy. A rock is broken down and he makes two neat lines, snorting one through a rolled up bill and holds it out to you.

“Keigo please, not right now. I don’t want to.” you plead quietly. You’re still trying to calm yourself but when Touya comes back home, you’re not sure what’s going to happen. All you know is that things will not be okay for a long while and this time, it’s your fault.

“I know you do… little coke fiend.” Keigo mocks you with the name that makes you frown.

It’s late when Touya finally returns. He’s still visibly angry, his jaw is still clenched and his eyes immediately seek you out. Keigo has your phone in his hand, having done a full sweep of any other evidence that he thought you might be hiding. He was grateful that the only secret you had on your phone was just Shigaraki but now it only serves him to be wary of you for a while.

You just showed you’re capable of being sneaky and keeping a very solid secret. He really did believe that the sobriety was making you better again, and it disappoints Keigo that you’d come out like this.

“I’m tired and we’re going to bed.” Touya states for all of you, “I’m over this fuck-ass day.”

“Are we… are we going to…?” You ask but can’t quite bring yourself to come up with the words. You wonder if he’ll take out his anger on you through sex. Part of you anticipates it and the other half worries how much he’ll break you.

Touya shakes his head and tells you a gruff, “No. I’m too angry at you.”

You deflate, unsure if you’re relieved or worried. But when Touya walks by you, you smell another girl on him and you instantly stand up as if you’re going to confront him. He said he dropped all the other girls for you! He said he stopped! He said that he was done!

“You have something you want to say?” Touya dares you to say something. A part of him feels guilty because he did promise that he was done with fucking other girls while he was with you. But he’s more satisfied that he hurt you back. “Well?”

Keigo moves from his seat and ushers you to the bedroom, kissing your head and tells you to just change. He didn’t think Touya would go off and sleep with another girl again but he doesn’t bother to reprimand him. If anything, he wishes he could do the same to hurt you too.

Maybe he will.

Touya showers off whatever bitch he had on him, smelling like himself again, but there’s no comfort in it like the way it used to be. The three of you lay together, this being the very first time both the boys sleep with their back to you as you lay in the middle.

All the work put in by the three of you to try to improve and be better, all of it thrown out in just a few hours.

The bag of cocaine was still on the table and you decide that you’d rather be with it instead of laying in a bed that you know you won’t get rest in. They feel you leave and they don’t stop you.

[nohoney]

Hehehehe....I have an other one 😈 Sorry for spamming you by the way 😅

But I have an other however it's center around more of an dominant woman because yes.

Stripper/Sugar Baby Hawks x Taller business(Mafia maybe) reader

But both are switches😏 again smut/fluffy

Also thank you for that short demon Keigo it is nice🥲💕

~👁

i attempted to salvage what i could remember from the original draft ｡ﾟ･ (>﹏<) ･ﾟ｡ i’m not quite as satisfied since the original one got lost but i hope it’s still good!

warnings: mentions of violence/death (very vaguely), switch dynamics, edging

keigo sits back on the couch trying to keep his composure, his eyes set on you as you lean over the items on the coffee table. his hand jerks at his cock, huffing quietly and his thighs are shaking a little as he comes to close to the edge of cumming. he strokes himself a little faster, chasing the high and hoping this time you’ll be kind and-

“don’t cum yet.” you command to him, your eyes briefly glance to him before looking back down at the coffee table.

he groans, grasping the base of his cock and holds in a frustrated sigh.

this is torture for him, he’s the kind of man that loves to indulge himself a little too much. you play into that with him and you equally frustrate him when you dangle the peak of his ecstasy with just a simple command or a look.

“you know if he had just done his job, i would have been nice and worked something out.” you say into the phone and pick up a polaroid before setting it back down. it’s placed next to a gun packed inside a ziplock, a bloody tie, and a small baggy of partly crushed blue pills. “if he only he died a respectful death, i would see his family off so that they were taken care of. now they’re gonna struggle because their dumb daddy got too greedy.”

you talk about a man’s death as if it were a minor inconvenience. like when the heels of your shoes snap; a mild irritation but ultimately has no long term effect on you.

walking over to where he sits on the couch, you keep your phone pressed to your ear with one hand and use the free one to slap his hand away and stroke him yourself. you still continue to talk passively, going over some details of the hit you placed on someone and what needs to be taken care of. and keigo groans lowly, his head dropping back and throwing his arms over the back of the couch. his fingernails dig into the rich, fine leather couch as he tries to will himself to not cum under your touch.

he can’t cum until you say he can.

“o-oh fuck!” keigo grits through his teeth, “baby, i don’t think i can-“

you shush him gently before resuming your phone conversation. “make sure to sweep the entire basement and do a good clean up. drop the car off to the hotel manager and give him the black card from the glove compartment.” you instruct the person, nodding your head when you hear a confirmation and hang up the phone.

the phone is tossed to the other side of the couch and you put your full attention on your precious plaything.

keigo remembers life before you, he was aimless and wandering and struggling. he also remembers how you always looked fairly unhappy, such a pretty face you have that he couldn’t help staring at.

now look where he is now, living in the lap of luxury because you thought him too pretty to be fending for himself.

there’s a big part of him that feels a little prideful to be with a woman like you. for someone that always had the hardest gaze when dealing with business, he managed to melt your icy exterior. you’re capable of giving soft smiles and showing some vulnerability.

“what’s on your mind, love?” you ask with a small tilt of your head, your hand still stroking his cock and working him up. “care to share?”

“fuck, i wanna cum!” keigo hisses, “god, please let me cum!”

you play coy and simply give him a sweet smile.

he wants to rip your silk gucci dress off you. he wants to eat out your cunt until you squirt all over him. he wants you to give him permission to fuck you until you cry. just in the same way you lord all the power over him, when he is allowed to cum or beg in a way that panders to you, you willingly give up your power to let him do as he pleases to you.

it’s what he loves most about this; a powerful woman like you can reduce him to a sexed out mess and he can do the same to you, making you blissed out and needy for only him.

“say you love me and that you’re grateful to me.” you command him, still keeping that coy smile on your face.

“i love you and i’m grateful,” keigo tells you with sincerity, “so grateful that i’m yours.” you retreat to fold your hands into your lap, suddenly bashful. only he can make you that way. seeing you so shy like this almost sets him off and makes him cum untouched. but he wants to cum in you or on you, all over your face or in your throat or over your tits. “baby, please?”

you seem to mull it over before telling him, “you’ve been good. lie back.”

thank fucking god, finally after forty something minutes he gets rewarded.

you take off the dress and let it drop to a heap on the floor, comfortably nude in your luxury apartment just as in the same way you are comfortable with evidence of a murder laying out on your coffee table. you spit into your hand to lube his cock first, spreading the wetness first before sinking him into your tight warmth. his mouth drops and he lets out a choked moan, finally feeling relief to be with you.

he’s unprepared though when you ride him, hoping to savor a slow fuck with you but you make his eyes roll to the back of his head. you slam your pussy down as you fuck him and keigo knows what he won’t last at all-

“fuck!” he curses when he cums inside you, his core clenching as he fills you. all the edging frayed his control and he revels in the high of an orgasm.

you’re kind enough to give him a little bit of time to compose himself, getting off his lap and his cock slipping out. his cum leaks out your pussy but you simply grab the gucci dress and use it as a cum rag to clean yourself.

“come upstairs when you catch your breath.” you tell keigo as you take the ruined gucci dress with you.

keigo lays in his spot for a few minutes before finally sitting up. his eyes barely glance to the items on the coffee table, already having gotten used to the business that you run. he goes up the stairs to the bedroom you and him share together and he finds you sitting at the edge of the bed, one hand dangling an expensive gold chain.

his eyes immediately go to the gold earrings that are adorned on your ears, noticing them since you weren’t wearing them earlier. he moves to kneel down in front of you, his hands sliding up your thighs and resting on your hips as he waits patiently for what you want him to do. you clasp the golden chain around his neck, fixing it so that it’s presented properly. “they’re matching.” he comments on the jewelry.

you give a little hum and lean back, propping yourself on your elbows and opening your legs for him. “what do you say?”

“thank you.” keigo is gifted with a smile and he musters up the courage to ask, “can we… can i-“

“yes.” you answer before he even finishes his question. he sees the shift in your attitude. “you can.”

only he can do this to you, he can follow your every command even when he is frustrated from it because he lives for you, and in turn you reward him with the same submissiveness he gives you. so keigo has you lie flat on your back onto the soft mattress, hooking two fingers into your cunt. they slip in easily since you’re still wet with his cum, making you whine slightly. slowly his fingers curl into you and a devious smile comes on his face.

now it’s his turn to torture you.

he works you up to the very edge only for him to tell you, “don’t cum yet.”

[nohoney]

Ya know what 9/10 because I honestly was hoping for Hawks siren dick. I still fucking love it though.

How ya feel about an other idea.....an demon Hawks x princess reader? Smut/fluffy I like to think Hawks still an happy demon boyfriend.

I'm monster fucker

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imagine that hawks has always been the shadow watching over his princess, he’s a creature that has been apart of the castle and just lurked quietly. hawks watches you carefully as you grow up, a dignified daughter of a royal family that’s a bit restless. he sees how you subtly pick at your nails when your eyes are on a handsome suitor presented to you. these tiny tells that people seem to miss but he is fascinated over.

you sense his presence from the corner of your eye but you often keep it to yourself. but he’s with you when you pick flowers, when you bathe in aromatic oils, when you get reprimanded for being late for your lessons, hawks stays with you.

it’s at night when you acknowledge him, dressed in a nightgown and having bid your maidens a good evening. the two of you have never spoken one word to one another but there’s a mutual understanding that no words need to be spoken. he draws quiet gasps from your lips, his fingers slipping into your warmth and your own hand stroking his length. you mutually pleasure one another, lips lazily kissing before you get too shy and withdraw.

but there’s nothing shy about the way you grind your hips in his lap, the tip of his cock grazing that sweet spot in your cunt. in the dead of night, the proper princess is very improper.

in your bed at such a late night is when hawks sees that you are your most honest. rigid rules can really leave you so stressed. so hawks relieves you, often with his mouth on your cunt before he stuffs you full of his cock. he makes you a mess, kissing your whimpers and he hushes you with low growls.

without any words, you put this unspoken trust in him to take care of you. at first hawks used to make his presence aware in your dreams, to make himself an apparition so that you wouldn’t be frightened by him. now all he has to do is wait until nightfall and waits for you to undo the front ribbon to your nightgown.

when you give hawks permission, he aims to send you to heaven.

he blisses you out, creaming on his cock, holding you close to him as you clench your teeth to prevent yourself from crying out. as a princess, you are only made to be claimed by someone with equal honor to you. but to hawks, he sees himself as the only one for you. soft and sweet and precious, he plans one day to steal you away before you’re betrothed.

and the next morning, you are prim and proper and playing piano.

hawks waits until nightfall and when you will undo the front ribbon.

[nohoney]

omg that's so exciting, where are you going for vacay??

i’ll be going to japan! it’s my first international trip ever so i’m pretty anxious but really excited ପ꒰⑅•ᴗ•｡꒱໊੭