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enchantedforest-network · 12 hours

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alright as promised 😌 i’m here with a PLVTINUM song for inspo.

this feels vvvvv shuji to me, i mean cmon …

“kiss me— tastes like sin and cigarettes.” 🤭

-> shiver when i see her silhouette | 2,146 words. afab!reader, switch!reader, switch!shuji, smoking, BDSM mentions (safewords), slight pet-play (reader calls shuji "puppy" and "good/bad boy", says commands), shuji calls reader "doll", gagging, vibrators, masturbation, voyeurism (shuji watches you), shibari.

a/n: ahhh lex bby thank you <3 i am like 95% sure this is not what you were expecting but i love a good chance to write a switch!reader!! hehehehehe

The room is hot and heavy with smoke in the air, stemming from the cigarette in your mouth as you remove it with two satin-clad fingers, blowing the smoke up into the air before your eyes settle on the sight in front of you. The agreement tonight was simple; play with me. It was, in a way, childlike; but you knew what he meant, and you’d be happy to oblige your boyfriend with whatever fantasies he’d been willing to try.

He’s been wanting to touch you for weeks now, having been on a business trip and been away from you. You’ve shared some dirty photos with him, as you always do, but it just doesn’t feel the same as seeing him unravel above you. You had him wrapped around your finger, you knew it; you and all of your taboo practices and violence in your own way, he loved it.

He loved the way you’d claw at his back, leaving bloody marks that would show through his office shirts the next day. You were scary, some of the guys had said to Shuji; and he just laughed, his eyes glinting as he responded that he wouldn’t want anyone less than you.

“You look so pretty like that,” you find yourself saying, your lips tugging at the edges as you watch his eyes dilate, just slightly enough where if you weren’t looking, you’d have missed it. Not to be outdone, Shuji responds with a clipped “I know, doll, I gotta be so I can keep up with ya.” It makes your chest feel warm, your cheeks burning as you take another drag from the cigarette.

You’d rolled it yourself, the weed you’d put in it slowly taking hold and smoothing your brain just enough to where you felt confident you’d be able to take care of him. His request was simple, but it had you warm and wet just thinking about all the things he’d want you to do to him throughout the night.

He huffs as your gaze drags across his body; black and blonde hair falling gently out of the hair gel he’s used during the day; even kneeling on the floor, he’s still so tall that his face meets your stomach. His lean frame doesn’t take up too much space, but you can see the muscles moving underneath his skin as he adjusts. The bright red rope tying his hands behind him is stark against his pale skin.

You approach him after putting the cigarette out, your heels clicking across the floor. He bought you one of those riding crops with the feathers on the end, and you pull it through your hand as you watch him follow your motions. He’s giving you nothing, behaving very well, but you know Shuji; good behavior doesn’t last, and something ignites within you thinking about punishing the Reaper himself.

The collar around his neck is black, studded with silver spikes (just like an attack dog, which he’s alluded to being so many times), and you reach out to tug on the accompanying leash. He grunts, wincing, as you bring him close, close enough for him to smell your perfume; his favorite, of course. He doesn’t react to that either, not physically, but you can sense the atmospheric shift. It’s getting harder to resist you.

“What’s the safeword?”

He doesn’t miss a beat as he grins at you, canines on full display. “Pineapple.”

It’s an inside joke between you two, when he went off on a business trip and told you he’d fuck you into next week if you were good for him. Naturally, you felt it was a great idea to try the pineapple trick and see if it did anything. He did fuck you into next week, but after you told him, he just laughed and said it tastes like how it usually does.

Even still, it works, and with his admission, you nod. “Good boy.”

That gets a groan from him as he adjusts, his hard-on incredibly obvious as you push your robe off of your shoulders, displaying your lingerie. It’s a black-and-red number, hugging your body tightly, showing off all the right aspects of yourself as you examine the riding crop in your hand, effectively ignoring him.

“Do you want me, Shuji?”

He doesn’t miss a beat. “Yes.”

You smile. “How badly?”

You’re met with a scoff, and it bothers you. “So not enough, huh?” you say, going to put your robe back on, and you can see him out of the corner of your eyes jolting just a hair as he stammers out a “fuck, doll, don’t do that”.

“If you’re going to be a brat,” you say, crossing the floor and using the crop to stroke up his neck, the leather sliding nicely along his soft skin, “then you’re going to be punished. You know that, right? You know what happens when you’re a bad boy. Unless I need to remind you?”

He gulps harshly, the sound so loud against the quiet of the room as he looks away from you.

“No, you don’t. I know.”

You place the crop on the nearby table, before grabbing the leash and tugging on it to get him to look at you. “It’s rude to answer questions without looking at the person you’re talking to, Shuji,” you say softly, your tone firm, and he looks at you so widely that you can’t seem to stop, “so I suggest you maintain eye contact with me from now on. Don’t want to be rude to me, right?”

Shuji’s face is bright red as he nods, swallowing again, stomaching his ego; you can see the battle he’s waging inside himself behind his eyes. “Okay.”

You grin, before sitting on the bed across from him, grabbing your vibrator. There’s a crestfallen look on his face being so far from you, and you beckon him forward, gently, with a simple “come” command. He obeys, scooting forward on his knees, something glazing over in his eyes as he gets closer. Once he’s close enough to reach out and touch you if he had the ability, you click your tongue, and he stops.

“You’re so obedient,” you tease, pulling your underwear to the side and exposing your wet folds, “it’s almost shocking to know that you’re part of the scariest underworld gang in Japan.”

He smirks. “I’m jus’ good at takin’ orders, doll.”

You coo at him, nodding. “You are, baby, you always have been. Such a good boy for me, such a good puppy.”

You pause after saying the pet name, wondering how he’d react. You’d discussed nicknames before, demeaning ones especially, and you’d had a good conclusion on what you’d both enjoy. But puppy…his pupils widen so far that you’d have thought his eyes were black and not the startling purple-and-gold that they usually are.

“Yeah, puppy? Do you like being called that?”

He nods, his smirk only growing wider. “Don’t ask me to bark though, doll.”

You laugh. “No, never. But seeing you sitting there so good for me makes me feel so wet, you know.”

A moan leaves your lips as you spread your legs, brushing against your wetness with your manicured hand before setting your vibrator on the lowest setting, brushing it across your body. He’s transfixed on you, attempting to gain friction by moving his legs together. He’s moving slowly, and you let him as the vibrator lands on your clit, sending a shockwave through your body.

One of your hands falls behind you, propping you up as you whine. You can feel wetness dripping down your thighs, staining the bedsheets beneath you, but nothing feels better than seeing Shuji staring down your hole, clenching around nothing as your arousal tightens, his eyebrows scrunched together, intently watching what he cannot have. Yet.

Sucking in a breath, you ask him. “Are you afraid of me?”

He shakes his head, scoffing. “No. Y’ think you’re a big bad wolf or somethin’, doll?”

You smile at him, delirious from the shaking feeling the vibrator is sending through your body, eyebrows furrowing as you attempt to concentrate on the words you’re saying to him. “Maybe you should be. I can be scary if I want to be, you know.”

He rolls his eyes. “C’mon, don’t—”

You tut, and there’s a flash of fear crossing his face at the noise. “Shouldn’t have said that, puppy. It’s not good to lie to your partner, you know. It’s a cardinal sin in some places. Should I punish you for that?”

He doesn’t respond. Either answer is going to ruin him, he knows that, you can tell; either answer will result in a punishment, just a differing gravity. He can’t win, but he doesn’t look like he wants to. He’s enjoying this, you can see it in his eyes; behind the fear, and the ego, lies pleasure. Sometimes it’s nice to have someone else take the reins, right?

You answer for him instead. “Just for that, I’m not going to have you help me cum. You get to watch.”

His crestfallen gaze only spurs you on, and in a spark of imagination, you let out a hum. “Maybe I should give you something to play with, though, yeah? Keep that pretty mouth occupied so you can’t talk back to me. How’s that sound?”

He looks at you, confused as he cocks his head. “Whatcha thinkin’ about?” It’s an innocent question, but there’s weight behind it; it’s as if he’s reading your mind, as if your wavelengths are aligning deliciously in a moment of intimacy.

You abandon the vibrator and grab your underwear, stuffing it into his mouth.

You can’t help but add onto that. “Consider it a treat, puppy. You still get to taste me, yeah?”

He jerks at the motion, blinking in shock before his eyes droop, licking at the essence on your underwear, his tongue lapping at the drippings. Disgusting, you think to yourself with glee as you return to the bed, placing your vibrator back where it was before, your arousal tight in your stomach. It’s a sickening feeling, seeing him so into having your underwear in his mouth, but it doesn’t fail to set your blood on fire. You don’t have long now, but you’re going to keep this going as long as possible.

“Yeah? You like that?” you pant out, and he nods vigorously. His eyes are fully glazed over now, the underwear the last thing needed to fully free him from properly thinking. It’s so attractive seeing him like this, all bound up and pussy-drunk before he’s even properly tasted you. The big bad Shuji Hanma, tied up in front of his pretty girlfriend, getting off on the things he’s probably done to women he’s had in the past.

How the tables turn.

Your climax hits you out of nowhere just thinking about it, the vibrator spurring you on as you whine, your thighs clenching together as you squirt all over the bedsheets, some of it flying out onto the floor. Shuji lurches out, as if to grab some of the drops closest to him, but you manage to keep it together enough while riding your high to stammer out a “stay” command. He obeys, hesitantly, looking up at you with big eyes as if begging you to let him taste you.

Your underwear was a temporary fix; he needs you, he needs his hands on you, all over your body, and as you set the vibrator down, you’re ready for him.

You shakily move down, ruffling his hair as you remove the underwear from his mouth. “Such a good boy,” you whisper, and he smirks as you untie him. A beat after the ropes drop to the floor, he’s yanking you up, throwing you onto the bed and crowding the space between you and him so there’s nothing between you except for skin. There’s sweat glistening all over him, from restraining himself to not pounce on you even if he’d had ropes around him preventing him from doing so.

You know he could’ve gotten out of those easily. It was on principle that he didn’t.

He tastes like cigarettes as his tongue barrages into your mouth, your pussy already soaking again as his large hands roam across your skin. “Fuck, doll,” he mumurs against you, “you’re so good to me, you’re so fucking hot, I don’t know what I’d do without you, fuck—”

You smash his lips against you again, the kiss even hotter than before. “I love you,” you whisper, and he grins, the tips of his fingers pressing into your hips, so hard that it’ll leave bruises the next day. A whine escapes your lips as you shudder, and he pulls away gently, his smile only getting wider and more feral as he moves to your neck, pressing and sucking against your skin.

“My turn.”

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-> They find something in the other’s trouser pockets/etc. right before putting it into the washing machine. (x) | 891 words. notes: gn!reader, established relationship, reader drinks coffee with creamer. reader and kakucho are both employed. kakucho calls reader "love", "darling".

Adult life was really beginning to seem like an endless supply of dirty laundry.

You awaken from your slumber to an empty bed; Kakucho has been awake for hours already, being an early riser. The glow of the lamp downstairs glows faintly, the lamp on the lowest setting so he didn't wake you. You spot the laundry basket next to the stairwell, overflowing, while also catching the clothes strewn about on the floor. Guess it's laundry day.

Rolling out of bed, you ignore the need for clothes as the chilly air hits your bare thighs and instead search for body heat, following the warm light down the wooden, creaky stairs and into the kitchen. His head lifts, red and white eyes meeting your own with a soft smile as he takes a sip from his coffee. A book is in his lap, something philosophical, but you don't have a mind to pay attention to it as you shuffle over to the coffee pot, pouring yourself a glass.

"Sleep well?"

You shrug. "Better if you stayed in bed."

He murmurs a sorry, love as he stands, the floorboards creaking under his footfalls as he approaches you, grabbing the creamer from the fridge on his way and handing it to you. It's your favorite; pumpkin spice, reminding you of one of your favorite seasons.

You can feel Kakucho's broad chest against your back as you stir the sugar and additives into your coffee, watching the spiral clouds of creamer turn the dark roast into a lighter brown. His arms wrap around your middle, a kiss pressed against your temple. You hum, leaning back against him as you take a sip from the coffee, your eyes sliding shut as the warmth floods through your system.

You get to chatting, as you always do; the morning debrief, Kakucho likes to call it. You lean back against the counter, sipping your sugary concoction as he talks about how long he'll be at work today, what he's doing, about the happy hour later that he wants to take you to so you can meet his coworkers—

And before you know it, he's dressed, packed up, and pressing a kiss to your lips as he ventures out the door, telling you he won't be home late tonight. He'll make sure of it.

You laugh as the door shuts behind him, knowing he's a liar. Kakucho was never one to come home on time; and it was nice, having the house to yourself the few days during the week he went into the office. Working from home together was lovely, but having your space was even better.

Nevertheless, the first thing to tackle was the giant pile of overflowing laundry you'd wandered past in your search for caffeine.

Placing your coffee down, you venture upstairs, grabbing the basket first and, before throwing the clothes into the washer, you check all the pockets. You'd run into this issue before, where Kakucho had failed to remove his earbuds from his pants once, and they somehow managed to survive a washer and dryer cycle.

Unfortunately, it happened again, and they weren't so lucky. Your face had been bright red with shame as you'd gone upstairs to his office, handing him the broken earbuds worthlessly as he let out a whistle, taking them from you. There was no anger in his eyes, only surprise as he placed them on his desk, reaching up and pressing a kiss to your cheek. Not your fault, I can get another pair.

Still, you didn't want to make that mistake again as you rifle through the pockets of his sweatpants that had been discarded on the ground last night.

There is something in his pocket, but it's not his earbuds.

It looks like a note.

You unfold it, and in his messy handwriting, it begins with a cute i love you <3 on the paper. There's more, talking about how amazing you are and how you always keep the house clean and how he's so proud of you for being who you are; how you work so hard and someone will notice, he swears it, and if they don't then they're clearly blind. It's a sweet gesture, not out of character, but the tenderness in the chicken scratch writing has your eyes going glassy with tears.

He knew you'd had a hard few weeks. You'd ranted and raved to him about your job, about how you're not happy but no one else seems to be hiring so you're stuck. How you're getting more work than you should be handling due to your role, how frustrating it is that you're doing managerial-level work without the title because they can't be bothered to pay you more.

Seeing the person you love most include a note, possibly on purpose, in his pants he knew you'd pick up on laundry day to rifle through before cleaning so he knew you'd see it...it made your chest feel light.

You do text him about it, later. Did you write that note in your pants last night so I'd see it? you ask him, straight to the point. He texts back almost immediately with several crying laughing emotes, and then says of course, darling. needed ya to know i love ya even if no one else does <3

It's the little things, you know?

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⋆꙳✧༄ Faking an orgasm

꒰ ͜͡➸ How they react (and punish) you for faking an orgasm

❖ Characters: Geto, Gojo, Toji

❖ Reader: genderneutral | AFAB

❖ WARNINGS: sub!reader, unprotected sex, creampie, thigh riding, mentions of fingering and masturbation/toys, degradation (reader being called "bitch", "pet"), reader getting called "Angel", "bunny", "baby"

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☰ Geto:

ꕤ You were just exhausted from the day and somehow your head was everywhere but in the moment despite wanting nothing more than for your boyfriend to rail you like he was at the moment

ꕤ Geto had you on all fours before taking a fist full of hair to pull you up against his chest and you could feel his hips stutter

ꕤ Not wanting him to hold back you just faked it - giving it your best act

ꕤ He scoffed and pushed you into the mattress, your hips still high as your head got buried in the surface beneath you but he pulled out right before he came, letting his seed shoot over the globes of your ass and lower back

ꕤ You pouted at that “you promised to cum inside tonight,” you whined and heard him chuckle while shaking his head

ꕤ “Only good girls get filled with my cum - and you certainly aren't one,” he hissed before releasing your hair from his tight grip and you knew that he didn't believe that fake orgasm

ꕤ Before you were able to explain yourself to him, he patted his thigh, his back resting against the headboard “If you still want to cum you gotta work for it.”

ꕤ You were pouting but yes, yes you wanted to release so badly, unsure why you even faked it but this was your punishment now

ꕤ You straddled one of his thighs, his hands having a death grip on your hips to rut you against his leg at his desired speed - slow and with barely any pressure, making sure to let you suffer

ꕤ “Go ahead, dove, thank me for helping you,” He hummed, a playful smirk on his lips

ꕤ Without thinking much, you started thanking him for being so generous, for helping you to find pleasure. It made you feel so ashamed of faking it but that's exactly what he wanted

ꕤ “Keep up this slow pace, be a good girl and i might even slip a finger into your weeping cunt,” He breathed against your ear, knowing how much you love to ride his fingers

☰ Gojo:

ꕤ Gojo knew something felt off when your moans weren't the same, sounding rather fake so it came as no surprise when you faked it

ꕤ You don't even know why you did it, things just didn't feel as intense or like you're gonna release any time soon and hoped he wouldn't notice - bot oh he did notice

ꕤ He just continued as if he didn't know and finished a short while later but rolled off right away, a playful smile on his lips and that's when you knew that you're fucked

ꕤ “Have fun finishing yourself off then,” He hummed unbothered, that teasing smirk only getting bigger when he saw your mortified face

ꕤ “Didn't think i would notice, hm bunny?” He asked amused before turning to face you, his head propped up on one arm

ꕤ You felt like a deer in headlights under his mocking gaze along with his teasing and somehow you really hoped he would help you release

ꕤ But Gojo wouldn't be Gojo if he wouldn't be a menace, slender fingers dancing over your skin, always close but never touching the areas you needed him so desperately

ꕤ “Is my cock not good enough anymore? Do you need your own little fingers now? Maybe even your adorable toy? yeah, i know of your little secrets,” He teases relentlessly, making you flustered but oh so turned on

ꕤ “Go ahead and touch yourself for me… let me see,” he giggled, wanting to guide your movements with his voice now

ꕤ He wouldn't touch you in order to help you, that was your little punishment

☰ Toji:

ꕤ RIP to your little kitty

ꕤ Why you thought faking it is a good idea? Maybe because you know exactly how mad he gets after

ꕤ It hurts his ego more than anything that he can't satisfy you to the point where you see it necessary to fake it but you love how he reacts so you fake it

ꕤ Tojis hips slow down in pace when your walls don't grip him like a vice as they usually do and with one swift movement he manhandles you into a mating press

ꕤ “Think I'm too dumb to notice, angel? Let me teach you a lesson” he growls while he pushes your legs tightly against your chest, his cock now deeper than before which made you whimper

ꕤ “That's what I thought. Crying for me like a bitch in heat,” he continues to degrade you but this is a punishment, you're not getting it the way you want it

ꕤ His pace is now oh so slow, far too slow for your liking but you feel the tip of his length drag against your walls and brushing against all the right spots and it made you lose your mind

ꕤ You were now stuck, folded in half between your lover and the mattress while he tortured you with slow thrusts, a mischievous grin painted on his face that screamed victory as degrading words fell from his lips

ꕤ You were a mess by the time he was done with you, far too overstimulated and every drag of his cock along your walls borderline painful

ꕤ "Who knew my baby can only cum when degraded into nothing but a hole for me to fuck," he chuckled before pulling out so you won't even get the satisfaction of being filled

ꕤ Toji came over your face just to degrade you some more “go clean yourself up. You're such a mess,” he ordered but waited for your return

ꕤ When you were back in his arms he hummed softly “did you learn your lesson now, angel?”

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Don’t You Love It When I Come Around?

Your relationship with him is so toxic. But no matter how hard you try to end things, he always worms his way back between your legs.

✧˖*°࿐: 18+ only, no minors. ✧. ┊ takuma ino x f!reader

Genre: porn! with a plot! Notes: in january i told u guys to send ino prompts and i would write my favourite and here it is, I'll add the ask below ! Warnings: 18+, fem!reader, dubcon (he's high), toxic relationship, exes to lovers?, rich boy!ino, dacryphilia, pussy eating ♡, light nipple play, vaginal sex, love making ♡, drool ♡, praise, slight orgasm denial, scratching, creampie ♡, manipulation, calls your pussy she/her, pet names (princess, baby/babe, gorgeous etc.) Words: 4.6k

Don’t You Love It When I Come Around?

He loves you.

He wouldn’t keep coming back to you with such urgency and wanton if he didn’t love you so ardently. But you ended things, and for the first time there was some finality to the breakup. You’re weak with your will and conviction, usually. You can’t take it anymore, you can’t.

Being second best to every other thing is his life is too hard.

His friends, his family.

Drugs.

You want to be his top priority, but you never will be. It weighs heavy in your heart whenever you’re with him, you don’t feel the type of love you want to feel from him. The kind where you know he’d kiss the ground you walk on and worship your very existence.

Fairy tale love, romance movie love.

He isn’t capable. And it’s taken you too long to realise it.

And usually, you crumble when he begs. His pleas and promises to change always sway you into believing him, despite knowing the truth that he’ll never change for you. He thinks money carries the same weight as love. He thinks his daddy’s credit card is the answer to all of his problems.

He wants to believe you can be bought.

He truly believes that he can buy your subservience with the same unearned money he uses to pay his dealer in fat wads of cash.

The day you met his dealer is the day you think things really began to fall apart between you. He wouldn’t refrain from making lewd comments about you, a fact that has stopped you from going with him to pick up since that first encounter. Your boyfriend didn’t chastise him, no. Instead, he played along. Joking that he’d be willing to share during your most intimate moments or even give you up completely to use as a payment instead of actually paying.

You broke up with him that night, leaving him alone with his friend. He didn’t even bother chasing after you to apologise. He didn’t care enough to check if you were okay, either. It hurt you to think that he was laughing it off with Sukuna, imagining him so nonchalant and uncaring broke your heart.

And you’re lucky you didn’t have to see that you were exactly right.

You can’t even remember why you forgave him that time, it should have been the final straw. He came over, sneaking into your window after your parents turned in for the night. It’s like he’d been waiting for all of the lights to go out. He lifted it, effortlessly, before he stepped inside. He hushed your protests and panic as you worried your parents would hear and before you knew it, he was your boyfriend again.

You jolt from your thoughts as you hear a struggle to your left. Your eyes linger on the window as you notice Takuma try his hardest to lift it open. He looks up and sees you staring, and you recognise something akin to fear sprawled across his pretty face.

He can’t remember the last time you locked the window.

“Baby, please.” he whispers. You shush him, determined to be strong as you approach the window and look at him sternly.

It’s the first time in over a week since you’ve laid eyes on each other, it should have been harder than it was. But you’ve had plenty of practice from when he goes on drink and drug infused benders and doesn’t even bother to send a measly text to let you know he’s alive.

Your fists clench tightly as you hold your parted curtains, though your will begins to dissipate as you see his soft brown stare up at you so pathetically. It feels like love. Maybe one more chance wouldn’t—

“Let me in, baby, ‘m so cold.” he tells you, squatting awkwardly on the roof as he tries to convince you to see things his way. Your blood begins to boil again as you remember how fucking entitled is. Entitled in life and entitled to you. Not this time. “I think it’s gonna—” the metal curtain pole hisses as you abruptly shut them and shut him out of your life for good.

“Go home, Takuma…” you sigh, your own purposiveness decaying as your body seems to crave him, you want to help him, despite knowing you’re being manipulated.

“Oh come on. Don’t do this, princess. It’s starting to rain!” he tells you.

You can’t listen to him. You grab your headphones from your desk and put them over your ears. You quickly scroll through your music library until you find your feel-good playlist and turn the volume to max. Sure you might go deaf in a few years, but it’s better than listening to him do all he can to get you to let him in.

The paranoia of not knowing what he’s doing or saying out there pricks at your skin like needles. Your senses are sharp despite cancelling one of them out. You begin to hear creaks of the window and calls of your name you’re certain you can’t be hearing. Your dad will come to berate you and him if he gets too rowdy. He wouldn’t risk it.

INO: Gonna start singing if you don’t let me in 💕

You learn forward in your seat as you read his message. He’s bluffing, he has to be. And yet, it scares you enough to pull your headphones down while your music continues to play through them. His knuckles are rapping against the window repeatedly without stopping as he waits for you to reply. He gives you a few minutes before the knocking stops, and while you hope he’s given up, you look down at your messages to see three dreaded dots appear.

INO: You’re so cute when you’re mad

INO: What song should I sing?

You freeze as you hear him hum, even over the sound of the rain pelting down against the roof shingles and the glass of your window. It’s a song you recognise instantly, the first song you danced to together when you met at a club two years ago.

“Come on baby, let me iiiiin~!” he speak-sings in tune with the beat and you know it’s only going to get worse. You try to hold strong, you do. The thought of giving him the satisfaction and ultimately the gateway to him winning you back makes your stomach churn, you don’t want to keep being this girl.

But you’ve always been weak when it comes to him.

The shriek of your curtains opening again puts a swift end to Takuma’s singing. His face lights up, and it makes you even angrier. He watches you intently as you unlock the window for him, but you step away to allow him the honour of opening it for himself.

“Shit baby, I’m soaked. Why didn’t you let me in sooner?” he asks, he wrings out his beanie on your bedroom carpet before tossing it aside completely. You roll your eyes as he shuts the window and begins to undress. “C’moooon, you’re not really giving me the silent treatment, are ya?”

You sigh and sit on your bed, carefully taking off your headphones and tucking them back into their protective casing. He barely even looks at you as you tuck your knees up to your chest and observe his every move.

“What do you want Takuma…” you pout. “I told you I don’t wanna see you anymore. Why are you here?” you ask.

He kisses his teeth, the sound makes your skin pinch together and you suddenly feel the harsh chill of the outside breaking in. He smiles at you, his sweet innocent face and warm brown eyes are almost enough to thaw you out.

“You didn’t really mean that, did ya?” he wonders. “Baby, I love you.” he kicks off his shoes and begins to undress. The audaciousness of him is never lost on you, but tonight he’s really something. He sits on the edge of your bed, his back facing you while he moves at a glacial pace.

He’s high. It’s obvious.

The sculptured muscles of his back flex and ripple as he takes off his socks, flinging them without a care in any direction before he stands up to look at you. You swallow, hard, as the buckle of his belt begins to clink before he pulls it out of the belt loops with one hand. Your eyes stay fixed on his as his arm extends and he lets it fall from his grip.

“Bet you’ve missed this dick, baby,” he smirks. “Can see it in your eyes. You’ve missed me.”

You roll your eyes despite his words hitting a nerve. His vision drops as he unbuttons his jeans, missing the way you squirm as you reposition yourself on the bed, tucking your knees further into your chest as you continue to stare while he takes off his clothes.

“Why do you play these games, princess? You know you always come back to me.”

“It’s not a game. I’m done with you, for real this time.” you protest. The way he bites his lip makes you angrier as he climbs on the bed with you, the mattress dipping as he slowly crawls towards you like he has so many times before.

He thinks, he knows everything you say it futile, regardless of how determined you are to not succumb to him for the umpteenth time.

“Take this off, gorgeous,” he demands as his fingers curl into the elastic waistband of your pleated skirt. You shake your head lightly, heart battering in your chest like a drum solo. He snarls, at that, like he hears your heart fighting against your weak defiance. “Suit yourself.” he mutters.

His hands wrap around your thighs and he drags you down the length of the mattress. It takes everything within you not to scream, the thought of being caught by your parents like this makes your whole body sear with heat.

“I’m—” you squeak, a little too loudly. You clear your throat and look at him, your eyes shaking with apprehension and anxiety. He wets his lips as he looks at you, waiting for you to continue. “I’m not fucking you. N-Not tonight. Not ever. Never again, Takuma… I m-mean it. We’re through!”

He sighs, a little pout forming on his lips as he crawls over your body. He cages you beneath him, looking down at you with a moue of dissatisfaction.

“What about a kiss baby? Can I have a kiss, just one?” he asks. His voice is soft and shallow. His honeyed eyes make you crumble as he stares at you with an intensity you’ve never felt from him before. Is it desperation? Is it panic that he’s really losing his grip on you? You can’t even look at him directly, each turn of your head causes him to angle his own so he can continue to stare you down.

And it works.

“Just a kiss.” you mumble, your whole body relaxes when he smiles. It’s such a sweet smile, the one that always adorned his gentle face when you first met. You’ve missed it, dearly.

Your eyes flutter closed as his lips land on yours. It’s chaste, quick, and leaves you wanting more.

“One more kiss, baby. Please?”

You nod, closing your eyes again. You startle when you feel the mattress shift dramatically. Words stay lodged in your throat as you see him on the ground, on his knees, looking up at you between your legs.

“No panties? Must’a known I was coming.” he grins. He flips up the material only slightly. His head disappears beneath the black pleats.

It’s pathetic, truly, the whimper that flees from you when he presses a delicate kiss to your clit. You cover your mouth with your hand, and you even surprise yourself when you feel tears roll down your cheeks.

“Can I kiss her again, princess? Wanna make out with her… do you want me to?” he wonders, repeating the same kiss again… again… and again.

“Y-Yes, Takuma please.” you moan. Your fingers card through his brunette locks, urging him closer to your heat. He complies, desperately. He slowly swirls his tongue over your swollen clit, humming contently as he encourages you to rest your legs over his shoulders.

The pleasure overwhelms you, and you allow yourself to lie comfortably against the mattress. Deep down you knew, you both knew, you were always going to end up like this.

You look between the valley of your breasts when you regain your stability. The shape of his head makes your own begin to spin as you see the material of your skirt move in tandem with his actions. The way he slurps and suckles on your flesh makes it all too clear, you’ll never be able to quit him. Not really, not when he’s so perfect when he’s like this.

Maybe he does love you, maybe all of the things he tells you when you shut him out for so long are indeed true. How else would he be able to ravage you with such vigour and passion? The only time you know him to have drive and patience is in moments like this.

He’s spoilt, but not with you.

He’s a giver, only for you.

Your back arches from the bed when the tip of his tongue targets a particularly sensitive spot between your folds. You moan, you whine, and it only encourages him more. He doesn’t stop when your thighs begin to clamp around his head. It’s more fuel to the fire, you have to smother any and all sounds that want to escape from your body with your hand.

And that, he sees as a challenge.

He holds under the bend of your knee and pushes it, so gently, towards your chest. And still, you feel like the air has been knocked from your lungs. Your skirt is forcibly moved by the action and his face is revealed once more. His eyes glitter and shimmer with expectance and desire as he sees your own face contort from the pleasure he’s forcing upon you.

His lips suction around your clit and he sucks like it’s his sole purpose on earth. Your eyes roll back, and you practically scream into your palm. His hand wanders purposefully to cup your breast. He squeezes experimentally, rubbing his thumb over the material of your top to tease your peaked nipple. The feeling of that is almost enough to make you unravel, your hips jerk at the contact, and he decides to take it further.

He breaches the edge of your crop top, desperate to feel your soft naked mound. Your eyes fill with water and spill consistently as he adds rolling your pebbled nipple between his thumb and forefinger to the intense amalgamation of pleasure.

“Ino… fuck,” you whisper pathetically, freeing your mouth momentarily to utter his name. To warn him. “I’m gonna cum.”

“… I know.” he mumbles before maintaining his efforts. His tongue swipes quickly over your clit, you whimper and your toes can’t help but curl as he doesn’t dare let up.

You grip the sheets below, desperate to hang onto something as you feel your body seconds from exploding. He shushes you between licks, drooling over your cunt as his jaw hangs low for you. You do all you can to keep quiet, but it’s a gargantuan task. Especially when you haven’t felt so good for so long, it’s near impossible.

Your legs begin to quiver as you cum. Your pussy gushes and coats his face further. And for once in his life, he isn’t ungrateful. He savours the taste and laps at your folds like a starving man. And after such a long time apart, that’s exactly what he is. He’s ravenous, he’s missed this. He’s missed you. And he’ll never not appreciate how delicious you are. And it’s all for him.

“Made such a pretty mess for me, baby,” he murmurs into your skin, repeatedly planting delicate kisses against your inner thighs. He doesn’t stop as he gets on top of you, showering your stomach in the same soft kisses. Each one infused with his desire for you. His urgency to force you to remember who you belong to and who you need.

Your legs spread beautifully for him, his throbbing cock rubs against your core, dampening the material of his underwear.

His eyes fixate on yours as he looks for permission to kiss you. And you give it, instantly, humming when his lips slot against yours. His tongue delves into your mouth, his hips begin to rut into you as you make out.

You run your fingers through his hair, interlocking your fingers to keep him close as you continue humping against each other. He breathes heavily as he breaks the kiss, staring down at you with a hurt look in his eye.

“What’s wrong?” you ask him quietly. It makes your blood run cold, the fear of wondering if he’s about to go back to the regular Takuma again. The one you’re all too familiar with, The one that always lets you down.

“… Don’t like it when you call me Ino, baby,” he tells you. It’s earnest, a twinge of disappointment laced in his words.

“All of your friends call you Ino, Ino.” you repeat. It makes your heart race to defy him, you seldom do. You’re the perfect girlfriend until you can’t take anymore, but this is different. You’ve never felt bold enough to do this, to attempt to rile him up.

Never.

“Stop that.” he growls, kissing you again. “You’re not my friend. You’re my girlfriend, alright? Say it. Please.”

“I t-told you… I don’t want you back. Only let you in so you wouldn’t wake my parents.”

He stops. He stands on his knee and looks down at you with a little frown, his lower lip almost jutting as he hears you. You can’t tell if he’s actually sad, or if it’s merely panic. “Do you mean that? You don’t want me back?”

You shake your head, despite it being the opposite of what you want. It’s almost as if you’ve been possessed.

“… So you wouldn’t care if I left right now? You don’t want to fuck?” he continues. You can barely look at him, you’ve never seen him like this before. He might actually be upset, he’s experiencing regret for the first time in his entire life.

“Well… if you wanna go, I won’t stop you Takuma.” you shrug, it comes a little too easily. It feels like a dream, or a nightmare to Takuma. He can’t help but stare as he realises he’s lost his control of you.

A hand rests on your knee, while the other carefully rubs the lower half of his face. He wants to ask again. And again. Is that really what you want? But he’s terrified to even think it, let alone say it. Because what if you are sure? He won’t know what to do, he’s never known you to be like this before. Maybe he took too long to come over this time, he got cocky. Assumptions and greed consumed him. He came back to you when he was ready, but he hadn’t accounted for the fact you might grow a backbone in that time.

He lowers himself again, your noses barely touching before he kisses the tip of it.

“You love me, I know you do baby,” he says, faux confidence lingering in his tone. Though you don’t notice, to you, he’s just confident. The sound of tender kisses littering your cheeks is the loudest sound in the room, even louder than his desperate whispers. “You gotta love me… because I love you. So much, baby, please forgive me.”

He doesn’t let up, like he’s transferring a love potion embedded from his lips to seep into your skin. You mewl at the sensation, never knowing him to be this affectionate before. You know why, the agonising realisation that he lost you has him resorting to this last ditch effort.

And you hate him, because it’s working.

“I’ll always love you more than anyone, y’know. I promise. I’ll be better this time…” he tells you, the same sorry line he’s told you so many times before. “Can I put it in, babe? Please… Please let me feel you close one more time, if ya really mean it.” he begs. He moves his lips to yours, hoping to silence you with a kiss to remember. There’s a hunger to it, a desperate craving that he can’t satiate.

He needs your help.

He needs you.

“L-Last time, okay? I mean it, Takuma, I won’t take you back.”

He stopped listening to you after he heard you agree, honestly. Reaching down to pull his boxers just enough for his cock to spring free. He moans, it’s akin to a whine as it slaps against his abdomen. He’s been hard since he got that first kiss from you, and tasting your slick made him ache for you.

He jerks himself a few times before he slips himself inside of your cunt. His cockhead resting carefully in your entrance. His body moves closer to yours as he sinks in further, you both moan in tandem as you stretch and swallow his cock oh so gloriously.

“S-See, baby? See how perfect I fit? ‘Cause you love me so much, and I love you.” he explains gently holding your jaw in his grip so he can force you to look at him. His hips begin to roll, but he can’t let you enjoy it. Your attempt to throw your head back in pleasure with your eyes scrunched closed is thwarted as his hips instantly slow. “You gotta say it. Say it back, princess.”

“I love you, Takuma…” you say, defeated. “You know I’ll always love y-you.”

“Yeah?” he smiles widely, moving his hips once more. “Always gonna be mine?”

“… always.” you nod.

He kisses you again, his body weight almost suffocating you as he rests on top of you. He fucks every ounce of passion and longing into you. He covers your mouth, sensing it’s too much. But he can’t stop. You don’t want him to, you’ve never felt so whole with him.

You’re too fucked out to notice how badly your bed is creaking. Even with your moans trapped behind Takuma’s palm, he’s sure your parents will know he’s here by now.

“Fuuuuck, you’re choking my fuckin’ dick, baby. Gonna make me cum too fast.” he tells you, kissing your forehead as he slams his hips into yours. “So tight for me… my p-perfect girl, aren’t ya?”

You nod desperately, clenching around him at his every word.

“Want you to cum for me… but,” he rests his forehead against yours, alternating his movements to slow and deep rather than hard and fast. It has you drooling against his palm, but he doesn’t mind. He likes you, loves you, when you’re his braindead princess. “I only make my girlfriend cum.”

Your eyes widen in horror as you realise what he’s trying to do. You wish you could say you regret letting him fuck you again. But it’s too good, you’re lost to it. You’re almost dumb enough to agree.

Almost.

He moves his hand and cups your face, imploring you to look him in his eyes and tell him you’re his again.

“I c-can’t,” you sniffle. “Hurts too much being—”

“Hey, hey, hey, don’t say that, princess.” he interrupts, not wanting to hear your thought in full. “Don’t say things you don’t mean. You love me, yeah? Always gonna be my girl. Mine.”

And as if on command, you nod in acceptance. Because he’s right, you will always be his girl. Whether in an official capacity or not. Even the days you’re separated, he’s always on your mind. You worry that weeks, months or even years could pass without him and he’d still be on your mind.

A particular intense stroke inside of your gummy walls makes your body jolt and a heavy moan tears through your throat. He looks down, admiring where to two of you meet before searching your eyes.

“There, baby?” he asks, experimentally thrusting into the same spot. He grins when he hears you keen once again for him, prodding it again and again until your eyes spill over with tears from the blinding pleasure. “Theeeere she is, right there. Bet you wanna cum real bad, ‘cause I do.”

“I do!” you agree, cupping his face gently before kissing him. “I love you, Takuma, please don’t stop,” you whimper.

“I won’t baby, promise.” he assures you. It’s imperceptible, and he’s glad, you can’t see the relief washing over his entire body as he feels safe once again. You’re his, again. There’s nowhere else you should be but with him. “C-Can’t let my girl down, can I?” he grins.

And after everything. All of the hurt, all of the effort, all of the determination, you’re his again. All of that defiance was for nought. And yet, you’re smiling. Your hands helplessly grip his body, nails digging into his shoulder blades as you scratch, attempting to ground yourself.

His lips find yours, eager to silence himself as he brings you both closer and closer to your demise. His breaths are heavy, his nostrils flaring as he continues to pummel into you. Your kiss is sloppy, but perfect. The messy passion heightens your pleasure, somehow. His tongue finding your own reminds you that there’s no one in the world you’d rather be doing this with.

Every plunge of his length against your sweet spot feels like love. Pure, unadulterated, love. Everything you’ve ever wanted, ever needed, from Takuma this time.

And as you cum together, moaning into each other’s mouths, that feels deeper. He looks into your eyes as he fills you to the brim, your walls clench around him, desperate to keep him inside and milk him for all he’s worth. You never want this feeling to end, he’s the man of your dreams.

He kisses your neck as he continues to fuck himself inside of you, making sure to deposit every last drop of his love into you. He feels it too, it feels different to how it usually is.

Better, somehow.

The pecks of his lips slow as he ventures towards yours again. Each kiss is interpolated with ardour. He doesn’t want to risk stopping for fear of all of this coming undone. He doesn’t want you to see sense, again. Despite what you might think, he is in love. A love so intense he couldn’t begin to explain.

He eventually pulls away, bracing himself for what you might say.

But nothing comes.

He’s grinning from ear to ear because you don’t say a word. Not one. But your expression says it all. You look exhausted, but fulfilled. You look beautiful as bliss ravishes your drained form. However even without all that, he only needs to look into your eyes to see it.

You really are his girl again.

He can practically see the hearts shimmering in your irises. You’re looking up at him like you’ve fallen for that signature Takuma charm once again, but are you really so foolish? Even he is a little surprised.

He wants to do better, of course he does. And maybe this time he’ll really try. He doesn’t mean to let you down so often, it’s not like he wants to do it.

That’s just the type of guy he is.

The type to make promises he can’t keep.

anon: okay but imagine ino sneaking in your bedroom every once in a while and fucking you into forgetting he's an absent boyfriend, he's always smoking with his friend (plug! sukuna *cough cough*) he's a trust fund baby, and the worst boyfriend ever but dick game is so good he has you thinking you can fix him, so every time you let him hit you are looking at him with heart eyes and it almosttt makes him want to do better

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⊹ Details. 18+ minors dni, gn!reader, sfw, mentions of wounds, coerion, and debt, set after the 4.2 archon quest. ⊹ Run time. 2.6k ⊹ Note. This has been in the drafts since October and I just decided life is too short to keep everything in the drafts, enjoy

❝Your next form of repayment comes in the form of a half dead harbinger on your doorstep.❞

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The knock comes long after the sun has sunk beneath the lip of Stormbearers Point. You nearly mistake it for the rough pounding of wind and rain that pounds against your windows, rattling the glass, but the fist comes down once more with enough force to splinter the frame. The soles of your slippers slap against the aged oak wood as you rush over with nothing but a single candle to light the way. Your power blew out hours ago, leaving you with only the glow of your vision and the few spare candles to illuminate your home. A chill shoots through you as the door swings open with the force of the ferocious wind. Rain splatters against your face, nearly extinguishing your candle as you peer into the night.

Two low-ranking Fatui men stood on the other side of the door, they barged into your space without a word, tracking in mud and leaving puddles with each heavy stomp of their boots. Between them lay a man on a flimsy put-together cot, his skin was pale and damp. You hoped to wash your hands clean of them long ago but it seemed that once your limbs were caught within the Tsarita’s web there was no escape. The man's bright ginger was matted against his forehead and he shivered uncomfortably in his slumber. Rolling your sleeves up to your elbows, you shook your head in disbelief.

“We’ll be back for him when he’s in peak condition,” the man with the garish top hat muttered gruffly as they dropped the cot down in the middle of your living room, “Don’t contact us before then.”

The thinly veiled threat and finality to his voice made your shoulders shake. They were left without sparing so much as a second glance towards their comrade who let out a pained groan as his body was carelessly thrown to the floor. You kept your expression school into a façade of neutrality. The few minutes that passed felt closer to an eternity as you held your breath, your chest burning from the tension. Wrapping your fingers around the stem of your candle stick, you rushed over to the living room. In the dim light, all you could see was the faint rise and fall of his chest. He appeared far weaker than he did before as you sunk into the plush floral rug that was soaking up the stormwater that soaked the man’s clothing.

His vision weakly pulsated, the rich blue glow growing faint, “Archons above, just what have I gotten myself into …” you grumble, pressing the back of your hand to the man's clammy skin. He was warm, too warm but still he shivered in his restless sleep.

Wax dripped over your knuckles as you hastily shoved it onto your side table. Hissing beneath your breath, you rushed over to your fireplace. There were few logs left to burn but they’d be enough to tide you until morning came and the storm subsided, then you could hike over to Springvale and haggle Draff to part with his store of dry wood. He didn’t need it when he spent most nights passed out at the Angel’s Share. Your frigid fingers fumble with the matches, you snap two of them in half from the rough way you drag them against the matchbox before you manage to light one. The flames are slow to grow but they’re willing to work with you so long as you gently stoke the embers. You silently thank Barbatos, casting a quick look behind you.

You’d need to strip him of his wet clothing and wrap him in something warm. The thought made your stomach churn uncomfortably. Even if it were possible to rouse the man from his fever induced slumber, it’d be unkind. You wished in that moment your vision would morph from dendro to pyro. At least then you’d be able to dry his clothing whilst preserving his modesty, well whatever modicum of modesty a man could have when all he wore were tattered, blood stained clothing.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper through gritted teeth as you peel back the remains of his grey jacket. There was a soaked glob of gauze sloppily tied around his torso.

You didn’t want to remove the bandage, you knew whatever it covered was likely to be infected. The longer you remained ignorant to his condition, the closer he came to death's door. Would that have been such a bad thing? For this man, yes, but for you? Finally, you’d be freed from this so called debt that left you on the Fatui’s roster but it was a cruel thought. This stranger did not deserve death because of your own stupidity and selfishness. The gaping hole of fissured flesh that ate away at the mans milky, freckled skin was infected. Sickly green pus oozes out when you lifted the soiled gauze. The urge to wretch rolls through your stomach.

“You poor thing,” you mumble as you bury your nose into your shoulder, “They really did a number on you.”

The man makes no sound, he hardly stirs at the sound of your voice. Your heart sinks further into your chest, his condition was far worse than you were prepared for. It takes you three hours to remove the shoddy field job, disinfect his wounds, and wrap them once more. His wet clothing lies in tatters around him. They weren’t in very good condition but your guilt ate away at you as he lay bare before you with only a small fur blanket to keep him warm. Perhaps Draff or one of the other hunters may have some clothing to spare, if not, you were sure the Cathedral would have something lingering in the lost and found.

Your knees creak obnoxiously as you rise from the floor. Sunlight has begun to bleed through your windows as morning crept over the horizon and the storm has dwindled to a light spattering of rain. Grabbing his belt from the mess of fabric that soaked your carpet, you furrowed your brow. The light in his vision still weakly pulsed but as you turned it over, the swirling blue that belonged to hydro morphed into a deep crimson. Stamped in the middle was a symbol you were familiar with, it’s what was brandished by the men who barged into your house– it was the Fatui emblem. He must have possessed a delusion; that confirmed some of your suspicions, whoever this man was, he must have been high ranking within the Fatui.

Fear rolled through your belly as you peered at the man's face. As he lay like this, he looked rather innocent. The telltale signs of time had yet to visit him. His cheeks were still round with youth, in spite of the many scars that littered his freckled skin. Shaking your head, you frowned a bit. You could not allow your guard to fall. You knew nothing of this man and a seemingly innocent expression did not mean cruelty didn’t live within him. Retching your gaze away, you pad down the hall to your bedroom. The trip into Springvale would be long but if you left soon, you’d catch the hunters before they embarked for the day.

You catch sight of your expression out of the corner of your eyes. Your mirror reflects your frail visage like a taunting mirage. Peering at the worn wood of your bedroom floor, you striped your soiled sleepwear. The white cotton is stained with mud and splotches of blood. You allow the cloth to fall to the ground with little fanfare. You’d deal with it whenever you returned home. It’d make fine kindling if you couldn’t scrub the stains out. Noelle, your friend and knight in training, might be able to clean them but she’d worry far too much about why you found yourself covered in blood.

The cold tile of your bathroom is not welcoming. Goosebumps erupt along the expanse of your bare skin, the hair on the back of your neck rises as you step into the space. You can’t avoid the imposing reflection of your mirror, your blank expression haunts you as you putter around. Your tub fills slowly, the water is always tepid, it never grows warm enough for you to feel clean but it’s the price you pay for the solace of solidarity. Daring to look into your mirror, you size up your reflection. The dark circles that ring around your eyes seemed to have deepened, your eyes sinking sadly into your skill. Your skin is dull and lifeless but that was nothing new.

Rolling your eyes, you turn away and dip your feet into the tub before the water has filled half way. The porcelain digs uncomfortably into your ribs as you lean over the edge, a heaving sigh passing your lips. You feel grimy, the filth clings to you like a second skin that cannot be cleaved away.

Your bath leaves you unsatisfied. You gag on the scent of your valberry soap, it’s nauseatingly sweet. The leather of your hiking boots rubs against your skin in a way that makes you want to claw out your eyeballs. Still, you shove your sock clad feet inside and tightly lace them over the hem of your pants. The patches you used to cover up a few holes have begun to fray around the edges, you momentarily pause to poke at them. They’d need to be replaced soon.

The man is still resting peacefully when you pass through the living room. Though it’s unlikely, you write him a quick note, just in case he were to wake. Pressing your palm to his forehead, you note that he’s become less clammy. You hope that it’s a good sign.

As always, the trek from Stormbearers Point to civilization is long. You snack on nuts and berries as you descend the mountain. The air is damp and humidity hangs low but the sun is bright enough for you to momentarily forget your worries and appreciate the beauty of Mondstadt. In all your years, travelling across Teyvat, nothing could ever quite compare to home. Some days, you wish you had realised that before heading off with nothing but a couple hundred mora to your name and a dream to become a famous writer. If you kept your roots planted in the pot you were raised in, maybe that Harbinger wouldn’t have been able to take advantage of a green nineteen year old in desperate need.

You sigh to yourself, willing away thoughts of the dark haired man with glasses who kept your soul caged within his fist. Your name is called before you’re able to register the town sign, “Good mornin’ to ya!” Draff shouts, his hand is pressed against his brow to block out the sun, “It’s been a while since ya came ‘round these parts!”

He seemed chipper. With the storm he likely couldn’t indulge in his nightly cap at the Angel’s Share. You shrink in on yourself, hoping that the others milling about the gate would be too busy to notice your presence.

“Good morning,” you return the greeting once you’re close enough that he could hear you without shouting, “I was hoping you’d have some things for me?”

“Aye, you’re out of wood?”

You nod your head, peering around him to get a closer look at the stock he’s piled beneath the wooden stall. There’s a few half plucked pheasants splayed across a sheet, a crate of sunsettia’s, and a rather lofty pile of dried firewood. Shoving your hand into your pocket, you curl your fingers around the pouch of mora that felt far too light for your liking. Straightening your shoulders, you offer Draff a smile.

“I’m out of everything,” you admit with a nervous laugh, “But I’ll settle on as much wood as I can carry, medical supplies, and some clothing if Allan or Jotun can part with anything.”

Draff gives you a quizzical look, “Why not head into the city?” He asks, rubbing his calloused hands across his scraggly goatee, “If clothing’s what you’re looking for.”

“Ah well, I’m not looking for anything fancy!” You exclaim, your cheeks filling with embarrassment, “I just need some new clothes to muck around in the garden and can’t really afford to shell out the mora.”

“I’ll see what I can do for you, kid.”

Draff gives you a smile like he feels some kind of fatherly affection for you. It makes your skin crawl. His own child spent most nights alone in the city scheming in an effort to force him to curb his alcohol addiction. If he did feel something for you, even if it was pity, you didn’t want it. The stench of faux fatherly care makes your stomach roll as a new wave of nausea crashes into your belly.

“Thanks,” the smile you force burns the muscles in your face.

You watch with tired eyes as he scurries away, rounding up a few familiar faces before disappearing into his meat shed. Your expression quickly drops as you plop yourself onto the closet tree stump you could find. Exhaustion tugs at your heart strings, begging for the solace of your bed, even with all the lumps and bumps of your worn mattress.

Marla and Brook pass you with a smile and a cart of freshly washed produce in tow. They carted goods into town for Blanche at the start of every week. With the Summer Solstice on the cusp of the horizon, and the heat of the new season pressing closer, Blanche and Mondstadt’s fruit vendors took smaller shipments throughout the week, lest they wanted their produce to spoil from sitting in the sun all day. Brook only pauses half way down the path to toss you a lustrous red apple with a toothy grin before leaving you to your lonesome.

Turning the apple over in your hand, you examine the pattern in the smooth, silken skin to bid your time. Sweat gathers at the nape of your neck and dribbles down the curve of your spine. No matter how you twist and turn, there's no comfort to be found beneath the brutal beating sun and a sweat damp shirt.

Morning melds into the afternoon as you sit in wait, watching the people of Springvale come together to offer you what little they had. Your stomach twists uncomfortably with each smile and quick, “Thank You” and empty promises of repayment that you press into the palm of their hands. You trek home with a heavy wagon and an even heavier heart. Mentally catalogue how long you’ll be able to stretch your supplies if the man's wound was not as bad it looked. A melody of brains stain your lips, one to Barbatos, another to Rex Lapis, a third to Beezelbub, to any Archon that may receive them and return your wishes swiftly.

By the time you’ve returned home, exhaustion has carved out a space between your bones. Your clothing clings uncomfortably but there is no cool bath in your future. Kicking off your muddied boots, you to look the living room where he lays. His chest slowly rises and falls with each shallow breath he takes. He didn’t die while you were away. You wonder if that was a good sign. The floorboards creak beneath your socked feet as you step closer to him, kneeling into the plush of your rug. You’d need to throw it away, it’s stained with his blood. Reaching out to brush back a few sweat soaked curls you freeze in shock.

A pair of bloodshot, dull blue eyes stare groggily back at you.

He was awake.

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Beneath The Cherry Blossoms

A/N: My entry for the @enchantedforest-network Spring Feelings Event. Dividers by @benkeibear.

Synopsis: Ah, spring at last. The sakura are in full bloom and your friend (and crush) wants to go have a picnic under the sakura in a secret spot.

CW/TW: Kisses, hand holding, SFW, Chigiri x AFAB!Reader, nicknames (princess, honey),

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Spring has sprung. All the flowers are in bloom, making the neighborhood smell amazing even if your allergies are in full effect. The sun is up and you feel alright. You’ve taken your medication and it’s kicked in so the day is gonna be good. A familiar chime of your phone makes your heart flutter. It's Chigiri, your best guy friend (and current crush). CH: Hey princess! I have the day off. Wanna go out for a hanami picnic?

Your heart is racing, staring at the message for a moment before replying to him.

Y/N: Chigs! Yeah, I’d love to. I’ll make lunch. You get drinks and dessert?

CH: You got it. Meet me at the training facility at 12:30? Y/N: Copy that. See you soon.

You get cooking after you respond for the final time. Your heart is still racing. You move quickly to make some chicken katsu, steamed rice, a simple salad, and some vegetable tempura (specifically broccoli and sweet potato since that is all you have). You layer each bento with rice and a chicken katsu cutlet in the lower compartment, and the salad and tempura in the upper compartments. The boxes nestle into your lined basket. You even pack sauces and your favorite furikake.

Now that the meal was out of the way, you went to pick an outfit. You opt for your favorite light wash jeans, a baby pink peasant blouse and a mint green cardigan. A soft nod to the cherry blossom motif that is everywhere this time of year. By the time you finish primping, it’s ten til noon. You quickly spritz your perfume, pick a blanket, and grab your basket. It would take you 25 minutes to get to the training facility.

There are days when the train ride isn't so bad. Today is not one of those days. It’s packed and the train smells like feet. You sigh, focusing on the sights passing outside and before you know it the train is at your stop. You hurry off the train, taking deep breaths of the fresh air. After brushing the wrinkles out of your top and adjusting your hair, you head to the bench where you always wait for him. A soft breeze blows, billowing your baby hairs and the edge of your top. When you look up from your phone, there he is. “Hey, good to see you. Ready to go?” He smiles warmly and your stress melts away. “If you don't mind, I’d like to stop and get dessert and drinks on our way to where we’re gonna picnic.”

“Yeah, that’s what we usually do.” You smile and gather the basket and blanket. Normally as you walk towards the convenience store, Chigiri just keeps his hands in his pockets. Today was a little different. He walked closer to you and as people passed by, his arm wrapped around your waist. You gasp softly as the contact, hoping he doesn't notice.

Chigiri looks at you with a gentle side eye, making a mental note at how you reacted to his touch. The corners of his lips turn up as he pulls you closer. The two of you get to the store, Chigiri picks drinks and sweets for the two of you. When he reemerges from the shop, he replaces his arm around you and starts guiding you towards the park.

“There's a place I want to show you,” He leans in and whispers to you. “Do you mind if we go there instead of to the park?”

You turn your head, looking at him. “Yeah, we can go there.” When you look up, his soft maroon eyes look back at yours, glistening with something you’ve never seen before… or at least what he's never let you see. Pure adoration.

The journey to this place that only Chigiri knows does take you through the park. The two of you meander under the blossoming cherry and plum trees. His fingers gently gripping your waist. Your path takes you to the other side of the reflective lake. There was a small glade, surrounded by quince bushes in full bloom. Their dark salmon blossoms attract hummingbirds, butterflies, and honey bees. He pulls you into the glade and lays the blanket down. He sits, patting the blanket next to him.

“This is very private. How’d you find it?” You ask, lowering yourself next to him.

“I was looking for a place to read over old match notes and stumbled onto this cove.” He whispers, brushing your hair out of your eyes. He sighs, “You look very nice today, princess. Like a delicate flower.”

You blush. “Th-thank you. You look nice too.” “Honey, you’re even cuter when you blush,” his fingers gently cup your cheek. “It’s nice to have you all to myself.” He leans closer, resting his forehead on yours. His eyes close, and you can hear how his breaths even out.

“Hyoma…” your voice is soft like the breeze as you nuzzle your nose against his. Your eyes are closed and you can feel your pulse begin to race. There's a warmth building between the two of you.

“Yeah, princess?”

“I… I adore you.” “And I you.”

A gentle wind blows quince petals into your hair as you share the first kiss of the rest of your lives.

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finding a middle ground

jotaro kujo x fem. reader x noriaki kakyoin

wc: 3.7k

warnings: college au!, modern au!, dubcon (kakyoin plans this out and both are hesitant before agreeing), threesome, oral sex (f! and m!receiving), facial, cum eating, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, creampie, praise, rough sex, jotaro is mean to reader but softens at the end, kakyoin is a mastermind

synopsis: sometimes you need a third party to help you solve unnecessary tension

a/n: this is a commission piece that I wrote for @jctaro!! cherry my love thank you for trusting me with this idea and being my first ever commission!!!

Jotaro Kujo is the biggest asshole on campus—well, to you he is. You don’t know what sparked it between you two but there was no possible chance for you two to get along whenever you were near each other. Which was quite often since you had to fulfill the same requirements he did for his major.

It was honestly quite childish but neither of you could just put whatever aside to get along. Whenever he saw you, he would mutter something under his breath or send a nasty glare your way. You would do the same back to him, pointing out whenever he messed up in class (which was a rare occasion). Sometimes the glares would turn into longing glances on both ends but nothing to really dwell on. It was always a back and forth, a tit for tat, just nonstop. It was even worse when you both got paired for a project, the name calling and the taunting in private escalated to new levels. But it was never anything to take to heart.

Today, you were sitting in your biostatistics class listening to your professor describe what was needed for your upcoming midterm, focusing as they went over what topics you should study and what the grading procedure was. The class was passing by pretty quickly and once you were dismissed you gathered your things and started making your way to the door. You walked out of the classroom and stopped on the side to find your phone to see if any of your friends were free to hang out while you had a break between classes. You were interrupted when you heard someone clear their throat. You looked up and saw green eyes glaring down at you. “Sorry Kujo, I don’t have the time to set up a private study session for you, not like you’d benefit from it anyway.” You fixed your bag over your shoulder and crossed your arms over your chest as he scoffed.

“What makes you think that I’d ever want help from you? And is there a change of plans for the test this time? Didn’t have enough room in your schedule to blow the dean?” You rolled your eyes at his words and sighed, he would often insult things like your intelligence or bring things up like this to try to get under your skin. “Or did he find someone younger and prettier to focus his time on? Is that what it is? He must have found a pretty little freshman and got tired of your loose holes. Too much cock will do that to you.” Your eyes widened at his words and you were taken aback. He never stooped this low before.

“You’re being a dick, Kujo.” You adjusted your bag again and he just raised an eyebrow, “It’s not my fault that you’re just not interesting to anyone anymore, tell you what. I’ll get you a paper bag and you can decorate it all pretty so when someone is desperate enough for some pussy, they can just cover your face and use you.” Tears brimmed your eyes as he spoke and you quickly blinked them away, “fuck you, Jotaro.” You pushed past him and made your way out of the building your class was in, the tears you were trying to hold back finally spilled out.

Jotaro, on the other hand, stood there and watched you leave. He walked out of the building and the only thing that filled his mind was how hurt you looked. He didn’t want to go that far but you were there and you were just at the right place, at the wrong time. He combed his fingers through his hair and cursed himself as he made his way to his next class. He knew he should have apologized because that’s not how his mother raised him but distance would probably be the best thing for you.

After the encounter with Jotaro, you made your way to one of the dorm halls and went straight to one of the rooms, knocking on the decorated door. “It’s me, please tell me you’re here.” The door quickly opened and you buried your face into the chest of the man who lived in the dorm room. “Noriaki, I hate him. I hate him so much, he’s such an asshole. I hate him, I hate him, I hate him.” Your words were muffled by his chest and Kakyoin wrapped his arms around you tighter. He kept you close to him as he walked with you inside of his dorm and shut the door behind you both. “Hey, what happened?” He led you to the couch in his room and helped you sit down, you moved back to lift your head from his chest and sniffled. “That bastard called me a slut and just kept digging more and more. He said I blew the dean for my grades and so many other things. I hate him.” You felt the tears brim your eyes again and he lifted his hand to wipe at your eyes. “Don’t cry anymore, I just want you to forget about him and today. How about we order some food and then you can stay here while we watch some of your favorite movies? It’ll help you get your mind off the day and I hope it’ll make you forget about what happened with him.” You nodded and leaned in to rest your head against him, while mumbling, “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Kakyoin had known you and Jotaro for years which meant that he also knew that you two couldn’t stand each other. He heard of all of the name calling, bickering, just all of it. He was the middle ground, always calming either one of you down after a heated encounter. He was honestly starting to get tired of hearing everything going on between you two, he knew that you two wouldn’t mend things on your own and he had to get involved in his own way. He could see right through everything and he knew that there was something lingering whenever you two went at each other’s throats. Neither one of you would admit it but he just had to get the ball rolling. That way he could also get his payment for being a therapist for the both of you.

As the days passed, Kakyoin was getting his plan ready for action. In a week everyone on his floor would be gone for an art gallery exhibit for some extra credit. He didn’t need to go because the professor he was an assistant for already excused him. Kakyoin had reached out to you and Jotaro, inviting you both over to hangout and spend the day together. It was something you both quickly agreed to because 1) finals were beyond stressful and 2) neither of you knew that the other would be coming. Ever since that day you and Jotaro avoided each other like the plague and deep down you both missed each other.

Finally the day came and Kakyoin was finishing with setting his dorm room up when you came and knocked on his door. He opened the door and let you in. “So, what do you have planned for today?” He wrapped an arm around you and led you to the couch, “I was thinking that we could just do something a little different today. We always order some food and watch movies until you fall asleep but I think we need a little change of pace.” You furrowed your eyebrows and looked up at him, you opened your mouth to question him but you were interrupted by Kakyoin’s door opening. There stood Jotaro and his cerulean eyes instantly found you.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Jotaro’s deep voice boomed through the room as he stepped in and shut the door behind him. “I could ask you the same thing, Kujo. But for the record, Noriaki invited me over.” You crossed your arms over your chest and glared at him, “he invited me over too.” He raised an eyebrow and both of your eyes went to the redhead with a wide smile on his face. Both of your expressions were the same, waiting for him to answer the questions that haven’t been asked. Kakyoin looked at you both and sighed, “I just think that this was the best way to get you two to talk things out like normal people. Just hear me out. You both have been avoiding each other and ever since you two met you’ve had this animosity towards each other for no reason. Jotaro crossed a line and he’s more than aware of that. You were hurt and I think that with some talking and action then you two could be civil.”

You looked at Kakyoin and then looked at Jotaro before sighing. He wasn’t wrong, you two haven’t even thought about talking things through or trying to figure out what caused a rift between you both. “Fine, but if he says something out of line then I’m leaving.” Kakyoin nodded before looking over at Jotaro who just nodded. The silent agreement was enough for Kakyoin to continue. The redhead moved behind you and placed his hands on your shoulders, gently rubbing them as he looked at the raven haired male. “Jotaro, I think you should apologize to her. What you said to her was beyond offensive, humiliating and just rude. Even you admitted to me that you crossed the line.”

Jotaro looked at his friend then looked at you, “I’m sorry.” He mumbled the words and you rolled your eyes, scoffing. Just as you opened your mouth to say something, Kakyoin beat you to the punch. “You call that an apology, Jotaro? You could be more heartfelt and honestly, I don’t think words are enough. Words are what got us into this mess in the first place, maybe some actions could help mend the wounds you caused her.” His hands moved along your shoulders and toyed with the thin straps of your dress before sliding his hands along your body, touching and caressing all of your curves. You were in shock to say the least, but Kakyoin’s hands felt so good. You couldn’t deny that Kakyoin was attractive and you have had unsavory thoughts about him, along with the dark haired male who watched his friends hands along your body. “Don’t you think she’s beautiful? But her body just feels so tense, I think the best way to apologize is to help her destress.” Jotaro licked his dry lips and watched how rough Kakyoin’s hands moved along your body, he heard the mewls and whimpers that escape your lips and he couldn’t help but groan.

Kakyoin leaned in close to your ear and you could hear the smirk grow along his lips, “tell Jotaro how he should apologize to you, tell him that he should make you cum over and over until you forget about all the harsh things he has said to you.” You couldn’t say something like that, especially to Jotaro, you hated his guts, right? But as you opened your mouth to say something, one of Kakyoin’s hands moved to your chest and started to grope your breasts and the other hand moved to lift the skirt of your dress to your hips. He moved one of his legs to kick your legs open to spread them for the man in front of you both. “Don’t you see how wet she is? She’s practically soaking through her panties and you’re just standing there. You could be touching her, indulging in her. But don’t you want more? You just need to let him know.” He continued to grope and caress your body and you looked at Jotaro with half lidded eyes. “Jotaro…please.”

Just with that, Jotaro moved from his position and took a few long strides to get closer to you. He moved one hand up and hesitated for a moment before placing it on your hip, he looked down at the wet spot on your panties then looked into your eyes before looking at Kakyoin. “What do you gain from all of this? This was a disagreement between two people, not the three of us. And why are you still touching her?” He raised an eyebrow and his grip on your hip tightened a little as Kakyoin’s hands slowed down. “I’ve been the middle man this whole time, making sure you two just stick with throwing verbal jabs at each other. I mean if I leave you two alone, who knows what could happen? Plus, it's not up to you. My dear, do you mind if I join in?” You turned your head to look at Kakyoin and nodded, “I want you with us, please Noriaki.” Kakyoin pulled you closer to him and started leading you to his bed, Jotaro following close behind.

Just as you three reached the foot of the bed, clothes were taken off and strewn all over the floor. Kakyoin got on the bed and leaned back against the headboard and ushered you to lean back against him, he put his arms around you and reached down to spread your legs. Jotaro got on the bed and leaned in between your legs. His cerulean eyes trailed along your pussy, seeing how wet you were for both of the men in the room. Jotaro licked his lips and leaned in close to lick up your slit. He groaned at the taste and placed his hands on your inner thighs as he started to lick and suck your cunt like it was his last meal. Your back arched and you brought one hand down to Jotaro’s hair, threading your fingers through the soft, dark strands as he dipped his tongue inside you.

Kakyoin moved one hand to your chin and tilted your head up to look at him. Moans and whines left your lips as you looked into his eyes. “You just look so pretty when he’s eating your pussy. The way your body moves and writhes is a sin that we are blessed enough to indulge in.” He leaned in close and pressed his lips against yours. Kissing you passionately as Jotaro loudly slurped and sucked on your pussy. Your legs started to quiver and shake around his head as he kept your thighs spread for him. Jotaro moved one hand up to rub your clit with his thumb and dipped his tongue in and out of your messy cunt. You had never felt this good before, none of your toys could bring you the pleasure that he’s bringing you now. You broke the kiss with Kakyoin and your chest started to rise and fall quickly.

“Gonna cum!” Kakyoin moved his hands to your breasts and started pulling on your nipples while he started to trail kisses along your neck and shoulder. “Cum, make a mess all over his face, pretty girl. Soak him in your juices until you can’t anymore. It’s what you deserve.” You arched your back and threw your head back against Kakyoin’s chest and cried out as your orgasm hit you. Your body trembled and Jotaro held your legs open as he drank all your juices, slurping even louder. He continued to drink you all in until Kakyoin moved one of his hands down to Jotaro’s forehead and started pushing him back. Jotaro looked at you both and your juices covered his lips and chin. “What happened?” Kakyoin chuckled and shook his head, “I want a taste too, stop being so greedy, Jotaro.”

Jotaro licked his lips and pulled back from you. Kakyoin gently moved you up from his chest and helped position you on all fours before moving behind you. Jotaro moved in front of your face and your eyes widened when you saw his cock. It was massive just like him, thick in all the right places and it looked so heavy. You were practically drooling at the sight and Jotaro wrapped his hand around it, stroking it a few times. “Let’s see if you can do more than just bitch and whine with this pretty mouth of yours.” You looked up at him and narrowed your eyes as Kakyoin’s hands moved along your ass, spreading you for him as he spit on your sensitive pussy. “Fuck you, Kujo.” He laughed and gripped the base of his cock, tapping it against your lips, “you will soon. Now open up.”

Kakyoin leaned in and started licking along your slit then wrapped his lips around your sensitive clit. Your mouth fell open and Jotaro took advantage of your open mouth and pushed his cock inside. Jotaro threw his head back and placed his hands on either side of your head as he started thrusting. He set a rough and hard pace, each time he thrusted his cock hit the back of your throat causing you to gag each time. He didn’t relent, no matter how many times you gagged it was just more pleasurable for him. Kakyoin held you open and ate you out with the same fervor as Jotaro. Your body trembled and you moaned around Jotaro’s cock, giving the raven haired male even more pleasure. “You taste so fucking sweet, I can’t get enough of your taste.” Kakyoin rasped out and continued to eat you out like a man starved. You were already sensitive from your first orgasm and you already started to feel the knot tighten in your stomach. Kakyoin moved his hand to your entrance and pushed two fingers inside you, curling them to press right against your g spot as he suckled on your clit.

You brought your hands up to Jotaro’s thick thighs and dug your nails into them as you reached your second orgasm of the day. Your body trembled violently and you cried out around Jotaro’s cock as you drenched Kakyoin’s face in your juices. Jotaro pulled out of your mouth and pumped his cock a few more times and thick ropes of his cum landed on your face. He grunted and his hand continued to move up and down his thick length. A few more ropes landed on your face and you opened your eyes to look at him, a smirk grew on your lips. “Wow, didn’t think you would cum quickly like a virgin, Kujo. Was that your first blowjob?” He grabbed a napkin and cleaned off some of his cum from your face and tossed it in the trash bin.

“Shut up, I’m not done yet.” He wasn’t wrong, his cock was still rock hard and bobbed as he moved off the bed. Kakyoin gave your pussy one last kiss then moved in front of your face. His cock was big but not as thick as Jotaro’s so it would give your jaw some relief for a moment. Jotaro gripped your hip with one hand and gripped his cock with the other then he slammed into you. You cried out his name out loudly and looked back to glare at him, “shut up, this was what you wanted.” He held your hips tightly and started drilling into you, if felt like his cock was splitting you in half in the best way possible. Moans and whines left your lips and you looked up at Kakyoin before sticking your tongue out for him.

“So pretty begging for cock like that. Fuck.” Kakyoin bit his lip and slowly pushed his cock into your mouth. You started sucking and you started bobbing your head up and down his length. He was much gentler than Jotaro, giving you time to get adjusted to his length. “Look at that, you’re such a good girl. Sucking so good like that, think you’re ready for more? For me to be a little rougher?” You nodded as best as you could and Kakyoin placed one hand on your head and started thrusting. He moved in sync with Jotaro, every time Jotaro slammed into you Kakyoin pulled his cock out only to the tip then when Jotaro only had the tip inside of you, Kakyoin buried himself down your throat.

You were beyond sensitive from all the orgasms and the way Jotaro hit all your sensitive spots was just driving you closer and closer to the edge. Jotaro’s hips continued to snap into yours as he fucked you relentlessly. Your eyes rolled back and you cried out around Kakyoin’s cock as your orgasm ripped through you. Jotaro held your hips tighter as he continued to snap his hips into yours almost animalistically. Kakyoin continued to thrust into your mouth and held your head in place as he started to cum, “don’t waste a drop. Swallow it all, pretty girl. Just swallow it all.” You greedily swallowed around his cock as he continued to pump his cum into you. Soon Jotaro followed, he pressed his hips against yours and started to fill you with hot, sticky ropes of cum. Kakyoin pulled out of your mouth and you dropped your head against the bed as Jotaro continued to fill you up.

Kakyoin got off the bed to grab water and grab a rag to clean you off with and Jotaro slowly pulled out of you and helped you rest against the bed completely. He laid beside you and pulled you closer to him. “, I just wanted to apologize for how I’ve been treating you. I crossed the line that day and that wasn’t called for, none of it was called for. I did a lot of fucked up things and said a lot of fucked up things, you didn’t deserve that.” Kakyoin walked over to you two with a wide grin on his face and handed the water bottle in his hand to you then started to wipe you down with the wet rag in his other hand.

“You’re welcome.” He spoke as he continued to wipe you down and both you and Jotaro looked at Kakyoin with furrowed eyebrows. “My plan, if I didn’t think this through then you two would still be on no speaking terms and I would be the one to try to convince you two separately to try to work it out or just get over it.” He shrugged and Jotaro shook his head, “I’m not too sure about that. I think we’ll need a few more sessions of this to really make sure everything is mended.” You smiled and nodded, “that I can agree with.”

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JUST THE TIP ft. tamaki amajiki

synopsis — getting ready for a party and asking for help getting your zipper up, only for your boyfriend not be able to keep his hands off you.

kinktober 2023

content warnings: minors/ageless blogs dni - fem!reader - pro!hero tamaki & reader - reader in a dress - mirror sex - unprotected sex - he fucks you with just the tip - fingering - nicknames (love, baby) - big dick tamaki oops - slight praise - choking like once - 1,5k words

note: woah i missed writing pookie so much🥹 this took me back to my httptamaki roots /lh

“Tamaki?” you shouted through your shared apartment, struggling to zip your dress up. “Yes, my love?” Tamaki answered, walking into the bedroom, a smile creeping up his face as he noticed you standing in front of the mirror.

“Could you help me zip it up?” you questioned, smiling at him through the mirror. “Mhm of course– you look beautiful by the way.” he complimented you, his big hands now placed on your sides as he pulled you closer to him.

“Well thank you.” you laughed sweetly, relaxing into his touch as he eyed you up and down, swallowing a breath at the thoughts running through his mind, mentally cursing at the fact that you had to go somewhere.

“Tama..?” you broke the silence, making him snap out of his thoughts. “It’s been a while… hasn’t it?” Tamaki asked, leaning closer to you to the point where his breath was ghosting over your neck, making goosebumps appear.

It had been a while however, now was not the time, not when you had a company party to attend. Especially considering Tamaki was one of the important guests, since it was the yearly party FatGum hosted at his agency and Tamaki was one of his number one employees.

“I know but please.” Tamaki mumbled, faint blush covering his cheeks as he placed sweet yet teasing kisses on your neck, sucking here and there to leave his mark. “Mhm– you know we can’t.” you sighed, checking the time to see if you had time for a quickie.

Without hesitation, his hands slowly moved your dress up, looking at you through the mirror, noticing the way you closed your eyes, smirking to himself as you gave yourself to him. “It’s just the tip okay?” Tamaki taunted, fingers ghosting over your slit through the fabric, a gasp escaping your lips.

“Promise?” you asked, the feeling of his big hands on your body making you melt in his touch. “I promise love.” he answered, pushing your panties aside, groaning once he felt your wetness.

“You wanted me too.” Tamaki mumbles under a breath, tapping his fingers at your mouth. “You’re lucky I didn’t put my lipstick on yet.” you laughed, sucking on his fingers, getting them all nice and wet.

“Sucking so greedily, you’re killing me love.” Tamaki smirked, slipping in two fingers you previously sucked on, groaning at your wetness and the way you clenched around his long fingers.

Tamaki watched your face from the mirror, cock strained in his jeans, eager for your touch as he placed kisses on your neck. Eagerly sucking and licking at the skin, intentionally leaving marks without you knowing. He pumped his fingers in and out of you, his thumb rubbing your clit as he curled them up inside of you, watching you fall apart on his fingers through the mirror.

“Baby– we don’t have time for this.” you whined, moving against his fingers regardless of your remark. “So? What do you want me to do?”

Playfulness lingered in his tone, you knew he was teasing you, trying to see how far you’d go.

“Just do it already.” you begged, locking eyes with him through the mirror. “Do what my love?” he taunted, enjoying every second of this.

If he wasn’t this needy himself, he would’ve teased you for longer, but he couldn’t, not when he was about to bust one, merely at the sight before him.

“Just fuck me with the tip already.” you mumbled, slightly embarrassed at your neediness when you were the one who told him you couldn’t at first.

Tamaki didn’t waste a second at those words and quickly hurried to unbuckle his jeans, pulling his undergarments down just enough to free his cock. Groaning when it slapped his abs, tip red and leaking angrily, begging to be inside of you.

“You’re so good to me.” Tamaki smiled, slipping your panties aside, teasing his length against your dripping slit, tip nudging your entrance as he slowly slid in. Already fighting back the urge to slam in his full length, but remaining a man of his words.

“Mhm– you’re so big baby.” you whined, feeling slightly stretched from just his tip, never getting used to his size.

Tamaki explored your body, not being able to keep his hands off you while he thrusted in and out. Needy whines leaving his lips as he nuzzles his face in your neck, placing kisses as he locks eyes with you through the mirror.

“You’re so gorgeous.” Tamaki whispered breathlessly into your ear, his hands moving up to move your dress straps down, only for you to stop him. “Na-ah, we don’t have time for that baby.” you remind him, teasingly moving away from him, only to earn a defeated groan.

“ ‘m sorry love.” Tamaki apologized, staring at you with puppy eyes through the mirror, his cock twitching from the teasing. Slamming it all in, only for him to pull out after and continue fucking you with the tip, his apology from seconds ago already losing it’s meaning.

Tamaki couldn’t help himself, not when you were so perfect, so warm and welcoming. You made him feel so good and took him so well, on top of that your reactions drove him crazy. All he wanted to do was take you there in front of the mirror and forget about the party, but deep down he knew he couldn’t, even though it was taking him every nerve of self control in his body not to do so.

“Feels so good.” Tamaki mumbled, trusting in and out, moaning into your ear, a faint blush covering his cheeks as he gripped onto your side. The way he was fucking you was both extremely hot and extremely embarrassing considering it came from his yearning for you and he had no issue showing you his needier side.

“You’re doing so well baby.” you praised him sweetly, closing your eyes and leaning back into his touch, a whine escaping his lips at the praise. You giggled a bit, moving your hips to match his pace and in a way you knew made him feel good.

“Baby you’re so big.” you whimpered, clenching around him, only to be met with a shaky breath and stuttering legs, signaling you that he was close. “You wanna cum for me, pretty boy?” you taunted him, purposely bending over your desk so he gets a good view, giggling a bit at his flushed face.

“Mhm.” is all Tamaki replies, biting his lips as he picks up his pace, his thrusts becoming sloppy, frustrated whines leaving his lips as he slips out a few times, trying to catch his high while still fulfilling his promise, feeling that familiar knot in his stomach.

“You’re such a good boy for me.” you praise him, squeezing down on him as you take more of him, a choked moan leaving Tamaki’s lips while he looks at you through the mirror. Sight blurred from pleasure and his face flushed, breath unsteady as he released inside of you, slowly pulling out and smearing some over your slit.

You giggle softly, turning around to wrap your arms around him. “Good boy~” you taunted him, pecking his lips sweetly. Ignoring that yearning sensation between your legs while he came down from high.

Tamaki smiles sheepishly at you, his hands moving down and teasing a finger along your slit, while slowly lowering himself. Attempting to get down on his knees, wanting to give you the pleasure of an orgasm as well. Only, for you to pull him up by his tie, a choked moan leaves his lips as his cock twitches at the feeling, being defeated at your action while he looks at you with pleading eyes.

“Make it up later tonight alright?” you smile, pulling him in a kiss before he could argue against it, it being messy and needy as he deepened it, never getting enough of you.

“Mhm fine—“ Tamaki whined when you pulled back, foreheads resting against each other as a string of saliva connected the two of you.

“It’s about time we leave, isn’t it?” you reminded him, pecking his lips once more as you teasingly ran your fingers against his softened cock, helping him get dressed again. Tamaki still being in his post orgasm bliss.

“Yeah, so we can come back home faster.” Tamaki mumbled, already thinking of what he’d do to you when you’re home as you buckled up his belt.

“Be patient baby, we haven’t even left yet.” you laughed, fixing your panties and whimpering at the feeling. His cum smeared all over it and still inside of you, as a way of claiming what’s his and proof of the acts you guys did just now.

“How do I look, baby?” you ask him after fixing yourself to make it look like nothing happened and putting on your lipstick. “So fucking pretty.” Tamaki complimented you, his arms wrapped around you once more as he stared at you with loving eyes.

“How do I look, love?” he questioned this time, only for you to giggle a bit. “Beautiful and like you just had the best orgasm ever.” you tease him, his face clearly showing off the bliss and his cheeks still tinted a darker shade of pink.

“Perfect.” Tamaki laughed, intertwining his fingers with yours as you made your way out of the house. His eyes glued on you like you were his prey, he would devour the second you two were alone again, knowing that he would keep going until either of you physically couldn’t anymore.

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That's My Good Girl 18+ Shio Yotsurugi x F! Reader Resident: @enchantedforest-network /WC:900+/ Synopsis: Knowing he has a lot of work on his plate the man is prone to stress. You now what exactly helps him relieve the stress. Testing your limits you want to see how much you can full take of him. TW: Oral Sex (giving), Pets names (good girl), calling him daddy, gagging, masturbation, cum shot, rough handling (unedited)

For the amount of time, he has dedicated his life to the Yotsurugi gang. It was a lot of pressure on him being the first adopted son who kept a cool demeanor, and always had to think strategically. You could feel the tension built on his shoulders, even though his posture was always so proper. Your fingers dig into his shoulder to remove the knots that formed. You were facing him as you sat on his lap. Both of you still clothed the smell of the mixture of expensive perfume and cologne you both were wearing hit each others nostrils Closing his eyes for a brief more savoring how your fingers tried to relieve the tension. You already served him a bourbon on the rocks that was placed on the coffee table. He only sat on the couch for less than 5 mins. “I need to get back to work,” Shio's eyes were still closed as his assertive voice filled your ears, one of his hands rested on your ass the other on your lower back.

“I think you can spare a few mins of your time. From what I’m feeling on your shoulders you will feel better once I’m done.”

Shio slowly opened his eyes. “You think that will relieve the tension I always carry?” he asked.

“Do you doubt my abilities can relieve your tension?” your hands began to comb through his hair. "My fingers are like magic. Aren't they" giving him a sly smile.

Hearing the challenging words coming from you. “Prove me wrong then.. If you can.”

The pushing back slightly “You will.” As you continue to keep eye contact with him sliding down his lap. You slowly settled between his legs as you were on your knees. Your fingers began to tug at his belt buckle.Your fingers brushed over his bulge that was in his white slacks. You could feel his cock pulsate at your touch. The sound of his belt metal clinging as it became undone.

Shio watched as you began pulling his pants down along with his briefs. Your dainty polished fingers wrap around his girthy cock. You heard a throat groan coming from him. You tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear. Your fingers slowly began to stroke his semi- hardened cock, your lips coming to the tip of his cock giving it a kiss. You felt his erection becoming harder as your lips pressed against his tip. Sticking your tongue out slightly as you start at the base of his cock dragging it up to the tip.

You were teasing him a bit knowing how his cock was responding to your tongue as you could feel it pulsating. You made eye contact with him still continuing to drag your tongue against his cock.

Shio continued to let out the deep low groans. Seeing the cheeky smile on your face. Be wanted to see your lips around his cock. Grasping your cheeks stopping you from licking his cock he learned forward a bit. “Why don’t you stop playing and show me what that mouth of yours could do like a good girl now?”

He released your cheeks as he leaned back on the couch. You were going to follow his orders. “Like this daddy?” you cooed as your lips wrapped around the tip of his cock only sucking the tip.

“Just like that…. That's my good girl. Don’t be shy to show daddy how deep you can go now.” his

It was evident you couldn’t fully go as deep as you wanted; he was too big for you. You began to test your own limits this time. Trying to relax your jaw a bit you slowly began to bob your head up and down. Controlling your breathing as you started to go a bit deeper. Shio could see you were testing your abilities more about taking more of him. His hand resting on the back of your head. "Your lips feel so fuckin great around my cock pretty girl.” Applying a small amount of pressure to your head as you were bobbing. “Keep going just like that.”

He could feel your saliva coming from your mouth as it began dripping down to the base of his cock. Your hand was still stroking him, lubricating your hand to slide up and down more easily. Your other hand on your thigh. “Fuck” he could hear you gagging with the more pressure on the back of your head. He didn’t want you to stop. He was reaching his peak quicker and quicker. Balling a fist of your hair in his hand, the rush of his orgasm approached his rougher handle he had on your head he pushed your down as far as he could holding it was you felt the warm seed spilling out of his cock filling the back of your throat “make sure you swallow all of it like a good girl now. Every last drop...” panting as I saw the tears fall from your cheeks. When he finally released your head you removed your lips from around his cock as you were trying to catch your breath. The saliva with a bit of mixture of his cum dripping on your chin. Shio looked at you heaving a bit he slightly leaned forward his thumb dragging from your chin to your lip. Placing the rest in your mouth “I told you all of it.”

Seeing your mascara slightly running. “Do you feel better?” you could still he he was hard even after coming right now.

“You proved me wrong this time... Since you did such a good job to relieve me of my tension now it’s your turn… Take off all your clothes and lay on the bed...Daddy will be there in a moment. You will reward your hard work.”

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🖤🦭: So tired… Reo, give me a piggy back ride~ :x

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Petals in the Wind

Hyoma Chigiri x reader

~After snagging reservations to one of the fanciest reservations in the city, Chigiri hopes his speed will be enough to get him there on time.

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A/n: dividers to be added once I get home from my friend’s wedding!

Hyoma Chigiri doesn't even try to look at the clock as he passes it. Soccer practice should’ve ended twenty minutes ago, but this damn scrimmage has been scoreless for too long, and both teams are too stubborn to end with a tie.

The Japanese National team has a friendly against the Colombian national team next week, so everyone is giving it their all to earn a spot in the starting eleven.

Although his head is mostly in the game, there is a sense of anxiousness gnawing at the pink-haired man’s heart. Tonight, he was able to snag a reservation at one of the most popular restaurants in the city. You have been wanting to go there ever since the place had opened, but

Thanks to its crazy rise in popularity, getting a table at all is near impossible.

This Reservation has been on your calendars for six months, and he absolutely cannot miss disappointing you tonight.

“Hey! Look alive, Princess.” The harsh shouting from Baro brings Chigri’s attention back to the turf as the dark-haired behemoth of a man sends a cross down line. It floats upwards over the back line and although it’s been years since Blue Lock, Chigiri feels that Egoist hunger thrashing inside of him.

That ball is his…

That goal is his…

If he scores this, he can shower and get ready for his dinner date with you.

His speed sends little rubber pellets up in the air as he chases the ball down. His pink hair slips from his tousled braid as he passes Reo and extends his leg towards the ball.

The familiar weight on his foot feels natural as he takes two generous touches towards the top of the 18-yard line before planting his foot.

His white laces strike through the ball as he shoots. The ball lifts slightly as it zips toward the top left corner of the goal. His breath hitches in anticipation as the ball floats just above the tips of the goalkeeper's fingers, only to hit the crossbar and ping back in the opposite direction.

“Dammit,” he curses under his breath as the purple-haired player clears the ball in the opposite direction.

His legs, his wonderful, wonderful legs, carry him back down the field as he tries to make a recovery run. But once Reo’s clearance passes over Isagi’s head and reaches its white-haired target, there is little anyone can do to stop Nagi from scoring.

Especially if it means scoring would end practice, and he could take a nap

The ball hits the back of the net, and finally, this practice is over.

Although it’s just practice, this loss forms a knot in his chest as he heads off to the locker room. His face, a cold look of disappointment that he hoped would deter his teammates from bringing up his last shot.

Judging from the way Baro stomps towards him, his pristine and unusually fluffy bath towel draped over his shoulder, he can tell those hopes are in vain.

The scowl on the taller man’s face is a telltale sign that Hyoma is about to receive a rather annoying scolding.

“You louse. Did you just do all that work just to shoot off frame?” he growls, staring him down with a menacing brow.

“It looks like someone was distracted today.” Bachira comments in his usual sing-song voice. “Is it because of your date tonight with you know who?” He sticks his tongue out playfully as he reaches his hand out to try to play with Chirigi’s hair.

He bats it away and turns to walk away from his teammates

“Technically, my shot was on frame; it just hit it,” he mumbles, pulling off his red penny that hasn't been washed in weeks.

“Well, if we were competing in the crossbar challenge, then Princess here would be the champ, but now he’s just dead weight.”

“Hey, cool it. I’m sure Chigiri feels bad enough about missing his shot.” Isagi says, turning to his friend and teammate with a kind smile. “So, where are you taking y/n tonight?” he asks, handing Chirigi his duffle bag.

‘We have reservations for Indigo, he replies, taking his bag from his friend. He tries to keep it cool but can’t help but feel proud when he sees the awe in his friend's eyes.

“Isn’t that the really fancy place downtown?” Bachira asks, his yellow eyes gleaming with curiosity. “How long have you had that reservation for?”

“Six months,” he mutters dryly. “Making it was such a pain, but y/n is worth it.”

“Aweeeee, you loveeeee them.” he teases.

“Of course I do, you idiot,” he blushes, shyly tucking a strand of his hair behind his ear. “More than anything.”

Indigo hunh? If you wanted a reservation that badly, you should’ve just asked me,” Reo says nonchalantly. “My family invested in it when it was starting out, so we always get a table.”

“And you’re just telling me about this now?” Chigiri mutters as Nagi stretches out on the wooden locker room bench.

“Hey, Reo. Take me there; it sounds good.” He murmurs sleepily, trying to take off his jersey; his movements are so sluggish that the shirt gets stuck halfway off his shoulders.

“Sure,” he shrugs. “How about tomorrow?”

Chirigi grits his teeth. “Must be nice to be rich,” he mutters, sulking off to the showers so he can wash his hair and get ready for your date tonight.

Now clean and looking rather dapper in his gray tweed suit and deep pink tie. Chigiri’s leg bounces in apprehension as he sits in the back of his cab. His head rests against the glass window as his driver reduces speed yet again due to the rush hour traffic.

His eyes flick down to his watch for what seems to be the nth time in thirty seconds. No matter how many times he looks at the time, he still is going to be running late for his dinner reservations.

Indigo was only a 20-minute drive from his training facility, so why does the navigation say that they will be arriving in 18 minutes.

With his reservation in less than 10 minutes, Hyoma Chigiri starts to panic. Indigo is such a prestigious restaurant that he was barely able to get a reservation for the two of you. If he’s late, will the restaurant forfeit it? They could just give it away to another party, and it would be his fault.

He could ruin the night for you…

This realization seems to hit him like one of Kunigami’s long range shots as he begins to panic, fidgeting in his seat. Leaning forward, he looks at his driver’s navigation.

“Excuse me,” he says to the cab driver. “Is there another way to Indigo? I really can’t be late.”

“Not in this traffic,” they shrug. “I guess you’re stuck in here. unless, of course, you wanna get out and walk.” The Driver's sarcastic tone is lost on the athlete, who quickly pulls up the walking directions on his phone.

8 minutes…

“That’s better than 18,” he mumbles to himself.

“What was that?” The driver asks, turning his head; his car is now at a standstill in the heavy traffic.

It’s now or never.

“I’m just gonna get out here then,” Hyoma says flatly. “ Thanks for the ride.”

Before the driver can even protest, saying that he was just joking around and that he should stay in the car, he’s gone.

Hyoma’s black dress shoes stand out against the dirty asphalt as he waves through the four lanes of standstill traffic. Drivers honk at him, but other than that, don't do anything since they are stuck there for probably the next half hour.

He checks his phone when he is safely on the sidewalk. His directions tell him that Indigo is just a few blocks away if he runs, he’ll make it in time. Despite his formal attire he begins to run, those amazing legs of his propelling him forward. They ache from his earlier training session, but he doesn't stop.

People stare after him as he sprints past them, his firefly pink hair zipping in the wind messily, but he doesn't have time to care about anything other than making it to your date on time.

He runs and runs and runs until something small catches his eye and makes him stop in his tracks.

Just to his right is an adorable little flower truck overflowing with lush bouquets of tulips. Carefully wrapped and arranged in brown paper wrapping.

When people are in love, they tend to act without thinking, which is why, despite his haste, Hyoma slips his credit card out of his wallet and frantically slams it down on the smooth countertop, much to the surprise of the little old lady running the flower cart.

“In a rush, dear?” she asks sweetly, eyeing him up and down and shooting him a knowing smile.

“Dinner….Reservations…. Minutes,” he says between breaths.

“Then how about you take these,” she says, handing him a gorgeous bouquet of tulips. “On the house.”

“Really?” he asks, tucking his card back into his pocket.

“Of course, I love young love.” she gives him a knowing smile. “But you best be getting a move on; it seems like you have someone very important to see.”

“Thank you, I will.” he takes the bouquet and takes off. His dress pants restrict his movements a bit but he still is able to tap into that impressive speed of his.

But through his haste, the pretty man is unaware that his rapid movements are causing the bouquet he just stopped for to begin to come apart.

“One more block to go,” he huffs, glancing down in his direction. All the while failing to notice the whirlwind of flower petals he is leaving behind in his wake as those lovely bundles of tulips get smaller and smaller.

When your boyfriend first told you that he managed to get a reservation for you at Indigo, you couldn’t believe it. This was a restaurant that even celebrities struggle getting tables at. But now that the intoxicating smell of the restaurant is under your nose. Seems your dreams have become a reality.

The early evening looks great on you as you check your reflection in a darkened window.

Although you got caught in some pretty terrible traffic on your way, you managed to beat your boyfriend to the restaurant. This little victory brings a smile to your face as you walk up to the hostess stand.

An absolutely Gorgeous-looking hostess looks up from her tablet and greets you with a smile. “Welcome in. Do you have a reservation tonight?”

“Thank you,” you reply feeling a bit nervous to be checking in for a reservation you didn't make. “Yes, I have a reservation for two under Chigiri; my partner is running a bit behind, so I just wanted to check in for us.”

“That’s no problem, let me just check my list.” she hums as her eyes scan the tablet, and you hold your breath, hoping there wasn't an error. After the longest ten seconds of your life, she looks up from the screen and gives you a reassuring look. Unfortunately, your table is still getting ready, so please feel free to wait until I call for you.”

“Perfect,” you reply, sighing in relief. “Thank you so much.”

You walk out the restaurant doors and into the fresh evening air. Out of the corner of your eye, you spot Chigiri, his pink hair thrashing in the wind and a look of terror on his usually calm features.

“I’m not late, am I?” he huffs, placing his hands on his knees. “We didn't miss our reservation?”

“Nope, you're right on time,” you grin, walking over to him and gently fixing his wind-tousled hair. “They are still setting up our table.”

“That’s a relief,” he sighs, standing up straight and giving you a tight-lipped smile. His chest still heaves from his sprinting.

“You look exhausted; what’s the point of being a pro athlete if you can’t even run down the block?” You tease.

His eyes narrow at your comment. “Too much traffic; I had to get out and run if I wanted to make it here on time,” he replies, glaring at you through his pretty lashes.

Raise your hands in surrender and give him a love-filled smile that is quickly replicated by him.

“Hi,” he murmurs, rolling his eyes. His hand comes to gently cup the side of your head as he brings your lips to his, greeting you the way he should’ve if he was on time.

“Hi,” you murmur against his lips. Something brushes against your leg, causing you to look down. Something long, leafy, and green is wedged in his hand. “ What are these?”

His eyes go wide and he looks down at what used to be the bouquet of flowers he got for you. He raises him to your eye level, and you see the cluster of green stems wrapped in paper. They are completely bare save for a single tulip. The soft pink color of its open petals is almost the same striking color as your boyfriend’s eyes and hair.

“ These were for you, but I guess I lost a few petals along the way.” He starts to put them in the trash, but you stop him, removing the loan tulip from amongst its fallen brethren.

“It’s perfect, “you laugh, breathing in the subtle fragrance. "Thank you for bringing it for me.”

“After dinner, I promise I will buy you the whole flower shop if I have to,” he says with a deadly serious expression.

“Nope, I like this one just fine.” You say stubbornly, tucking your flower behind your ear.

“Chigiri party of two,” the hostess calls from the restaurant entrance.

“ I guess that’s us.” He smiles. “ Are you ready?”

With a five-star meal just feet away, your stomach growls in response. Hyoma chuckles as you meet his gaze. “With you, always.”

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You Belong To Me 18+ Shio Yotsurugi x Fem reader/WC:900+/ Resident: @enchantedforest-network Synopsis: Something can over the calm and cool demeanor of Shio. Seeing the attention you were getting from other men irked him. Getting you home he has only goal in mind. He will give them something to stare at and make sure they know who you belong to. A/N: Hey babes! I know this series is very new still not a lot of detail is out about Shio yet. There will be more out soon in the coming chapters(I can't wait!). I have talked to a few people in regards to writing this fic, and discussing about him. Please understand this is my own personal take on him. Thank you to @kenpachisbrat & @benkeibear listening to me be a feral gremlin about him! TW: Rough sex, possessiveness behavior, vaginal penetration, cream pie, suggestive language (slut), breeding kink, choking, power control behavior, moaning, orgasm, finger sucking, mentions of oral sex (unedited)

Your mind was a bit hazy, the room was filling with your moans and pleads, the piercing yellow eyes of Shio focused on you, you could see him flexing his jaw. Snapping his hips against you in a rough manner. His large hand around your neck applies pressure just enough to heighten your experience even more. “Always so messy aren’t ya?” The deep voice of Shio spoke, breaking eye contact for a moment to see your juices on the sheets. Bringing his attention back to you, the corner of his mouth slightly curled up.

“Sh-shio~” you slightly gasped for air.

The hand that was around your neck began to slide up, his thumb dragging against your bottom lip. Tilting your head down a bit as the tip of your tongue brushed against the tip of his thumb. Your lips would finally wrapped around the tip of his thumb. “Fuck,” grunting as he thrusted harder into you. “So proper out and about but you couldn’t wait till we got home…Seeing your pouty lips wrap around my cock on the ride home like the needy little slut. You knew exactly what you were doing to me tonight." You sucked on his thumb as he heard you playfully giggle at his comment. The amount of attention you got tonight made him feel a bit more possessive than any other night. He watched how the men looked at you as you walked past them. Still keeping his cool composure on the outside but on the inside he was raging, wanting to smash every single one of there heads in for looking at you. He could just imagine what they were thinking about. He was one of them until he claimed you as his. He had been busier the last few nights and you were feeling needy, wanting his attention. The low cut cleavage dress that snugged to your body. The way your chest brushed against his arm. Feeling his hand wrapping around your waist. Whispering how badly you just wanted to go home and play with him. You were feeding his ego the entire night and it worked. You didn't expect it to work so quickly to, he would usually have you wait a bit before he excused you both for the night. He was becoming lost in his own pleasure and the thoughts came to his mind many times. Shio pushing them in the back of his mind a few times but it was harder now. He himself being part of a large family, he thought about the idea of having his own. Keeping the Yotsurugi family name going on in his own kids. It would also mean the first one out of his brothers to have the first child. The possibility of giving him more control in the Yotsurugi family. Not that it was the first thought in his mind at all but over the weeks it was becoming more prominent now. Just tonight seeing how the men were looking at you, he had a goal in mind. Feeding his own power driven needs for you to now carry his child.

His hands reached for the back of your thighs lifting your ass off the bed, both of your legs dangle over his shoulders. His large figure begins to press into you deeper, the tip of his cock brushing against your cervix with each powerful thrust. His hand grasped your jawline while the other hand pressed against your abdomen as he could feel his cock sliding in and out of you.

“You can take me so well…Atta girl…” The bead of sweat formed at his temple. "Remember no one else can ever make you feel this good but me."

“Your so deep Shio~” whining out loud as his girthy cock was stretching your warm slick walls. His warm breath was hitting your dampened skin.

“Who do you belong to?” his voice straining to compose his.

“You~~~!” “Who now?” he spoke in a taunting voice. “I’m not just you…I will ask you one more time.” Snapping his hips harder into you with each word “who” snap “do” snap “you” snap “belong” snap “too?”

“I-I belong to Shio Yotsurugi! Fuck just like that Shio don’t stop mmmmmmm~~~” the glossy appearance in your eyes. The more he thrusted he noticed how snug it was becoming for him to thrust into you. The dominating trait he carried so well, you were getting off as he could make you say things in just a instant. You had no control when it came to fucking. He had all the control you loved every bit of it.

“You keep clenching like that I’m not gonna last much longer.” he began to panting. “Don’t think I’m gonna pull out this time, your gonna take all my cum tonight.”

You looked at him with flushed cheeks. He always pulls out and cums on you not in you, knowing what it could lead. It caught you off guard. “What?!” the only word that could escape your lips.

“You heard right” you could see the vein extending on the side of his neck “After seeing all these men, even my brothers looking at you tonight…We'll give them something to look at when they see my child inside your belly growing. They will know who you exactly belong to.”

The thoughts started to invade more as his focus of trying not to cum was becoming harder for him. Filling that empty womb of yours was going to be his mission right now. The woman who drove him crazy with lust was going to take it all right now. “Shio wait~~” you were getting so caught in your approaching orgasm as your cunt was tightening around him. Your breaths becoming shallow and rapid. Trying to get a word out was impossible right now. “There is no waiting, I've waited long enough. I’ve been itching to fill this pretty little cunt up with my cum.” This was strained slightly. “You will be carrying a Yotsuguri child in this womb of yours. My child.”

Giving you a rough kiss as his lips connected to yours. His thrusting became messy as his hands pressed against the mattress to hold himself up. The sound of his skin slapping against your as the tension builds in his lower abdomen. The last few thrust he pressed his pelvis deep into you hearing a deep groan from him as his seed began to fill your empty womb. Your own body tensed up your nails digging into his shoulders as your high was being released. Shio closed his eyes briefly, savoring the moment realizing what he had just done. Letting out a low sigh as his eyes opened up once again looking down at you. He pressed his lips against your forehead . “You will always belong to me…You always have.” his hand once again pressed against your lower abdomen feeling the bulge of his cock still inside of you along with his cum in your now full womb. "This is just the start, we aren't done."

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A/N: Warm up sketches, not entirely sure what I was doing? Burnout is real :P

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⋆꙳✧༄ Relationship Headcanons

꒰ ͜͡➸ What a relationship with Kongo would be like. (Age gap!)

❖ Character: Kongo

❖ Reader: genderneutral

❖ WARNINGS: Age gap. Reader is (much) younger than Kongo!

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ꕤ Kongo can’t believe how lucky he got to have met you and that you allow him to pour all his love onto you.

ꕤ He hesitated a long time to make his feelings known officially. You knew for quite awhile already, or at least you suspected it by the way he treated you but you didn't want to ask him out, fearing that it would be inappropriate or that you're not good enough.

ꕤ He's a well respected man, an unshakable mountain but when it comes to you he suddenly forgets how to speak. You quite literally steal his breath away.

ꕤ You were unsure if he needed your help the first time you met, stammering around and his words made no sense either. He took a deep breath to save further embarrassment and started anew.

ꕤ You make him feel soft and light as a feather, allowing him to be himself and never judging him for it.

ꕤ Oh and how he adores it when you fawn over him, pointing out how strong he is and even going as far as raking your fingers over his defined muscles - it makes him feel so good about himself.

ꕤ Sure he was a little worried about the age gap and what his sons would think at first when he introduced you as his new partner, but barely any of them cared more than cocking an eyebrow. They knew better though and politely welcomed you into the family.

ꕤ Hibaru however was obsessed with you to the point where Kongo needed to tell him to calm down but the young boy just wanted to get to know you, the person who makes his father smile so much. He had no ill intentions towards you and viewed you like another cool older sibling rather than a potential new parent.

ꕤ Kongo kisses the floor you walk on, no wish too big, no desire remaining unfulfilled.

ꕤ He is so proud to call you his too, showing you off at every opportunity he had. He feels like he is the man when you held onto his arm in public, even your pinky finger linked with his is enough to make him feel superior.

ꕤ There's definitely flowers every week just so he can tell you that no matter how pretty the bouquet is, you're much more beautiful to him.

ꕤ In general he doesn't mind spoiling you, wanting to show you that you're worth everything to him. He would gladly sell his soul for you too.

ꕤ That man is so in love with you he can't stop stealing glances and smiling to himself like an idiot because you're his.

ꕤ Please fawn over his muscles, he won't ever complain about it and instead he lifts you up just to show off how strong he is, muscles rippling underneath your touch.

ꕤ He's also a walking furnace and keeps you warm on even the coldest days. Have cold hands? He will engulf them with his big ones and presses kisses over your knuckles.

ꕤ Kongo adores it when you play with his chin beard. Feel free to braid it or tug on it when you want him to lean down for a kiss.

ꕤ No matter how angry he is at you or for any other reason, he would never get violent. He won't even raise his voice. Give him some time to cool off and he will talk it out with you.

ꕤ That being said he sometimes craves to be held. He's that big strong man but he finds solace in your arms. Let him crawl into them, resting between your legs with his head buried in the crook of your neck, let him hide and forget about the horrible day. He craves your touch in a non sexual way on these days.

ꕤ If it's up to him you don't need to work or anything but he won't tell you what to do either - if you want some independence - he supports whatever you want.

ꕤ Kongo is overall just so happy to be your partner and he's loyal to the bone, expecting the same of you but next to that he enjoys a happy, carefree life with you.

ꕤ If you're up to it he would also like to make the family bigger with your help by either getting more children or adopting them.

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-> “i’m right in front of you.” (x) — 1,842 words. gn!reader, smoking (w33d), reader wears cherry lip gloss, jewelry, has slight cleavage and tattoos.

Kakucho's jaw aches.

He's been staring at your cherry gloss lips for almost this entire lunch. You'd been yammering on about your recent breakup, talking about how they never put the dishes in the dishwasher and instead chose to place them in the sink, their consistent refusal to cook dinner, their lack of empathy and willingness to do absolutely anything that didn't directly benefit them...honestly, it was a surprise you had lasted this long with them.

The worst part is that, even with all of those things that bothered you, you were still terribly upset about it. Kakucho doesn't miss those nights of you crying into his shirt, wailing about how they didn't care for you at all, about how you knew you were better off without them but why did it have to hurt so much. He almost went through your phone to find the fucker's address and give them a piece of his mind; seeing you so hurt enraged him to the point where he'd see red whenever he left your apartment. It was a fucking miracle he didn't get arrested by doing something stupid to take his mind off of it.

Kakucho didn't answer. He didn't think he had to, and now he has to watch you act completely oblivious to the connection you two clearly had, him being the first person you'd called up after the breakup to take care of you. He'd have done it a hundred times over for you, without ever needing to be asked—

"Kaku."

He jerks up, looking over at you. There's an expression in your eyes that he's never seen before; it's close to worry, or anxiety, but it's mixed with something unidentifiable, before it's gone in a flash. "Huh?" he responds, not knowing what else to say, and you scoff, taking a sip from your matcha latte. "You know," you say to him, a laugh on your lips, "if I'm boring you that much, you can just go back to work. I know I keep going on about it, it's my fault—"

"It wasn't."

"What?"

Kakucho's nails are digging into his palms as he rises, his fists practically shaking as he rests them on the pretty glass table in front of you, looming over you. His shadow engulfs you, and for a moment, his brain goes to a dark, dark place before he wafts the thoughts away as quickly as he possibly can.

"You know it wasn't your fault. Why do you keep saying it is? Why the fuck do you still care so much about this bastard?"

His voice is beginning to rise in volume, but you don't flinch away from him. In fact, you sit there, looking at him with a face of defiance, just like when you were kids and he'd steal your toys to see if he could get a rise out of you. You never gave in to him, digging your heels into the sand of forward progression, taking the toys back when he was finished with them. You never yelled at him, or fought, or got angry at him. You simply took it right on the nose, standing tall and fierce.

It's the one thing he loves the most about you.

You don't respond to him at first, before sighing and looking down at your latte, your fingers tight around the plastic. You give him a nod, before returning to look at him, and you look tired. Your tone is defeated as you respond to him, and it breaks him just a little.

"I know. I know, I know. You're right; you've always been right, Kaku. I know."

He almost loses it right there, hearing you tell him that he's right. Yeah, just not right enough to be with you, I guess, the sinister voice in his head whispers at him. He shudders.

"I'm going back to work," he says shortly, grabbing his phone and his things. "We can smoke later if you want, though. Maybe that'll help."

He's left with your laugh as he walks away, doing his best not to look back. If he looks back, he'll lose it for sure.

The rest of the workday really sucks. He's plagued with thoughts of you, in all aspects; thinking about your childhood together, thinking about how your ex treated you, all of the thoughts are colliding together into a horrible kaleidoscope that only stokes his fire. He's worried for tonight; he always is, as he rolls the joint on his dish after getting the text that you're heading over. You're very pliant when you're high, and he can't lose you tonight in a shitty mistake. He can't.

You show up in comfortable clothes; baggy sweatpants, sweatshirt, and a cute beanie over your hair as you wander in, an overnight bag slung over your shoulder. Because, naturally, you'd spend the night; Kakucho has two bedrooms for a reason (unfortunately), and he won't even allow you to consider taking an Uber or driving home under the influence, even if you argue with him that you're fine. He hates thinking that you won't make it home and it'll be his fault.

You make yourself at home on the couch, putting on some gentle lo-fi music, pulling off your sweatshirt and revealing the tank top you have on underneath. Tattoos spiral up your shoulders, dragons and roses and koi fish lineart loud against your skin, and his breath hitches at the necklace you're wearing.

There's a long-standing joke that Kakucho would always get you jewelry; he didn't really know what else to get you for special days or your birthday, but he did know you loved jewelry. This particular necklace was probably the most thought he'd put into a gift; it was a thin silver chain, with your birth flower pressed into an incredibly small circle of glass, rimmed with silver.

That, and it's resting dangerously close to your neckline, your cleavage just enough to be suggestive.

He shakes his head as he watches you reach for the joint, choosing instead to chuckle as he joins you on the couch. "Gettin' ahead of yourself, yeah?" he rumbles, and you look at him with surprise, mischief bright in your eyes. "Sorry," you say, not sorry at all as you hand the joint to him to light, "forgot my place, I guess."

As he lights it, he shakes his head, blowing the smoke into the space between you two, watching it change colors with the LEDs behind his TV screen. Pink, purple, red, yellow...

"Never. Jus' messin' with ya, promise."

You both relax into the couch after a few hits, and eventually, your head lands on his shoulder as you both watch some sci-fi animation that you'd been into for the last few weeks. It's trippy, interesting; it's a bunch of short animated videos, some lasting a few minutes with others going up to ten to fifteen minutes. It's cool, but Kakucho's barely paying attention to what's on his screen in favor of what you're doing next to him.

Your head is resting on his shoulder, yes, but your hand has moved to his thigh. It's dangerous, the movement; your touch alone almost makes him jump as his jaw sets once again. Someday, he's going to grind his teeth into dust from making sure he doesn't overstep his boundaries with you, not wanting to risk what you two have. And besides, it's too soon after your breakup to even consider dating, even Kakucho knows that—

And then you sit up, your teeth nibbling at your bottom lip as you look at him. He tightens up, mostly due to the fact that the way you're looking at him is so, so similar to the way you looked at your ex. Similar, but not the same. There's something else there, something that's close to passion, or maybe obsession. "What?" he croaks out, his hand accidentally coming to rest on your hip, his thumb brushing against your exposed skin. There's a shiver from you then, from his calloused hands touching you, so softly and gently, and the threads that are holding Kakucho together feel like they're snapping with every second that passes.

"Can I kiss you?"

The request is innocent, your big doe eyes looking at him so hungrily that he can't help but breathe a gentle yes, and your lips are on his own so quickly that he almost doesn't register the movement at all, only the emotions that flood his body after, the aforementioned strings all snapping apart. The line has been crossed, but...

...he doesn't mind.

Kissing you was like nothing he'd ever felt before; he feels like he's floating on clouds, weightless. All his worries and stress and tightness has smoothened out. It was like he'd been wandering in a desert, hoping and praying for relief and receiving none, and finally he stumbles upon a beautiful oasis. That's you; you are the oasis to him, so beautiful and sweet and tasting like cherries and all the things he loves the most about you. His hand comes up to cup your cheek, and you moan into his mouth, and he almost forgets how to breathe.

"Fuck, you taste good," he whispers against you as he maneuvers you on the couch deftly, resting your back against the comfortable fabric of the couch as he hovers above you, his lips just centimeters from your own. You hum, a giggle escaping your lips, and it's the sweetest sound he's heard in a long time; longer than he'd like to admit.

Somehow, someone out there has blessed him with an angel in his presence. The one thing he's wanted for so long is stretched out in front of him, but he's hesitant.

"Are you sure you want this?" he says softly, moving a little further back so he can look directly at you. Where he expects rejection, there's something much softer when both of your hands move to hold his face within them, your palms pressing against his cheeks as you nod your head. "Yes," you say simply, and when he raises an eyebrow, you sigh.

"It was always you, Kaku. I should've seen it, I should've noticed. You were always right in front of me. Whenever I needed someone, you always made time for me. You always wanted me to be happy, and I—"

"I can make you happy if you'll have me," he blurts out, before blush flushes his face, his cheeks hot as he attempts to look away, "b-but it's fine if you don't, I'll be fine—"

"Shut the fuck up and kiss me, Kaku." Your tone is exasperated, but there's a pretty twinkle in your eyes as you smile at him. Like an angel.

He dives down into you again, his heart swelling. For now, it's just you and him. Maybe this will come up tomorrow, maybe this will be a mistake that you'll regret, and if that's the case, Kakucho will live. But if you'll have him, he thinks to himself as he moves down to press open-mouthed kisses to your neck, your whines filling his ears and only spurring on his movements...he'd be able to die a happy man.

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