#🍯request !

[doitforbangchan]

Honeyy, requests still open? Can i ask for jealous reader believe a fake rumor about hyunjin romantically going out with another idol who is about to work with, so reader becames the last romantic and appears on his door late at night, to fight for his love since he's her man who isn't her man, but still is her man ❤ (pls, let the girl win his heart and the D too 🤧)

Requests are indeed open bestie!!

I hope you like this and it's what you were looking for!!

Never want to wake up - Hyunjin

Pairing : Hyunjin x reader (afab!)

Warnings: Fem! reader, Smut, unprotected sex, cursing, angst, pet names, slut used negatively, friends to lovers. Not proof read :)

WC: 2.4k

MDNI 18+

Your body was frozen, the news headline staring right back at you from your phone. 

‘STRAYKIDS’ HYUNJIN RUMORED TO BE DATING ITZY'S YEJI’

This can’t really be true, can it? Hyunjin was your best friend, and had been for years before he was ever an idol. Surely he would have told you about this? 

Then again, he has been reeaaallllyy busy lately. Too busy to even answer your calls. That would certainly explain why he’s suddenly dropped off the face of the earth from you. 

It all made sense now. Still re-reading the article you could not stop the tears that fell from your eyes. Truth is, you’ve been in love with him for years. He is the only guy you’ve ever really loved. None of the other guys could even hold a candle to him. That's also the reason none of those relationships ever worked out, they weren’t him. They never treated you as well, never were there for you when you cried, never took care of you like he had. 

It’s not like you could really blame Hyunjin for going for a girl like Yeji. She was incredibly gorgeous. And you were…. Just you. As you always had been 

“Fuck this.” You hissed clutching your phone, closing the article. You couldn’t just sit here in your pity, missing him like you had been for weeks. Time to take your mind off it. Maybe by being under someone else. 

Your back met the wall of the grimy club, the guy in front of you attacking your neck with sloppy kisses, his hands roaming your ass. He was cute enough. Not Hyunjin cute but really no man will ever be. It’s that thought that keeps you hesitant to reciprocate, even though it was you who flirted with him first and initiated this interaction. The man, San, had his hands wandering under the hem of your short dress, clutching your rear and forcing himself into you. 

This was quickly becoming too much; the hands on you, his mouth on your body, the smell of this guy. He wasn’t Hyunjin. 

You put your hands on his chest, trying to lightly push him away from you.

“San, stop” You mumbled, now becoming more forceful when he doesn't move from you.

“Hmm?” His mouth was still on your neck. 

“I-I’m sorry but I..I can’t do this.” You manage to get out. He pulls back from you to peer over you, disgust now filling his eyes. 

He scoffs, “Oh I see what your little game is. You’re a fucking tease. Acting like a slut then running away at the last second. Well not with me.” He turns and walks back to the bar not sparing you another glance. 

Feeling your shoulders drop at his words to you, the reality of what you had done was setting in. 

‘What the fuck is wrong with me? When did I become this person?’ The answer was clear. 

Hyunjin was what was wrong. 

Your mind was running a million miles an hour, and before you could stop yourself you collected yourself and ran out the exit. You had to see him. Had to speak with him. 

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Hyunjin woke with a start, the pounding at his front door seeming to never end. He blearily looked at the time on his alarm clock. Who is trying to come over at 1 am? 

Heaving himself out of bed and to the front door, he was ready to chew out whoever was disturbing his sleep, until he opened the door and saw you standing there. In the skimpiest dress he had ever seen you wear, makeup messed up and arms wrapped around your body. 

“Y/n?” He asked, confused.

“Uh hey Hyun.” You could see he was clearly fast asleep when you disturbed him. “I really didn't mean to wake you. I’m sorry I’m just being stupid, I’ll go. Sorry again.” You turned to leave, humiliated now, when he reached for you by your arm to stop you. 

“No, what's wrong? Are you ok? Did you just come from the club?” He really had no idea what was going on. All he knew is that you looked like you needed help. He would always help you. 

Your shoulders were shaking, the nerves coming back at you full force now that you were here in front of him. You took a deep breath before beginning, “I just…. I was out at that shitty club downtown, and there was this guy…” 

Hyunjin held his breath waiting for your next words. Did he hurt you? Take advantage of you? Hyunjin would kill anyone who would do that to you. 

“A-and the thing is.. He wasn’t you, Hyunjin. I tried so hard to forget about you and Yeji but your face was all I could see when he was kissing me.”

He tried to interrupt you “Y/n I-” 

“No! Let me finish! It’s taking all I have to even get this far so please let me finish.” He nodded at you to continue. 

“I know I could never hold a candle to her. Yeji is beautiful. And talented. And everything a man could want. You guys really do make a handsome couple. But that doesn’t mean it’s not killing me inside, to see you together. The truth is. I’m in love with you Hyunjin. I have been for literal years. For me it’s always been you. I know you don’t feel the same I just had to tell yo-” 

Hyunjin cut you off, crashing his lips into yours and cradling the back of your head. Before you could even register what happened, he pulled back from you, his breath fanning over your lips. 

“I love you too, Y/n.” And he brought you in for another kiss. This time you reciprocated it. He could taste no alcohol in your mouth so knew you were sober.

This definitely wasn’t how you saw this interaction going. You thought for sure he’d tell you to leave, to never come near him or his girlfriend again. Oh shit, Yeji! 

Finding his chest with your hands you shoved him off slightly. “Hyunjin, you can't. What about Yeji? I’m not a homewrecker!” 

He laughed at your statement. “You’re right, in order for you to be a homewrecker there has to be one for you to wreck. There’s nothing going on between Yeji and I.” 

Huh? “But I saw the article, the picture of you both together. I thought…” 

He placed a sweet kiss on your forehead. “We’re working on a performance together. We are dance partners, that's all, sweet girl.” 

Dance partners. That’s all. You felt so stupid. You brought your hands to your face, trying to cover your humility. He grabbed your hands, prying them from you, “Hey look at me. It’s okay I promise. I know I’ve kinda been unreachable lately. I have so much to prepare for, I really haven't had any time on my phone. I should have reached out though to at least let you know what was going on. I am so sorry for keeping you in the dark. I never meant to do that to you.” He held your face with both of his hands, looking into your eyes. 

“You have no idea how much I’m in love with you.” That was all you needed. Launching yourself at him, mouths colliding. The kiss was everything you ever wanted. You could practically feel his love in that kiss. 

“Come on,” He mumbled to you, “let's get inside before my neighbors see what I’m about to do to you.” He hauled you into his home, mouth hands never leaving you. 

You felt a tingle at his words, and let out a little moan. The noise certainly didn't go unnoticed by Hyunjin, “Unless you want them to see you a mess for me? I always knew you were dirty.” He teased you.

Shaking your head no, “Uh uh. Want you to take me to your bed.” 

He closed the door behind you and led you into his room. 

“There's my little romantic. You really are perfect for me.” You melted at his words. 

Hyunjin flicked on the low lights in his bedroom, there was no way he would let your first time together be in the dark. He wanted to see all of you. 

He pressed your mouths together again, standing at the end of his bed. He let his hands fall to your waist, then to your exposed thighs, rubbing small comforting circles. 

“If you don’t want this, you have to tell me now. I don’t think I could let you go once I have you.” He whispered, giving you breathing room. 

You circled your arms around his shoulders, mouth finding his ear. “I want this more than you know. Want you so bad, Jinnie.” 

He groaned at your words, moving to slowly remove the dress from your body. He wanted to savor every moment. 

You let him pull the garment over your head and throw it to the side. You saw the exact moment he realized you weren't wearing a bra, this particular dress not needing one. His eyes widened, giving you a cheeky smirk as he pushed you onto his bed back first. He crawled over you slowly, mouth trailing kisses up your body until his mouth rejoined yours. Hyunjin let his hands find the soft skin of your breasts, fingers circling and pulling at your nipples, causing your hips to buck and grind on his growing erection. 

“Jinnie” He seriously could listen to your whines all day, “ Please Jinnie. Need you.” 

You reached your hands down to the waistband of his pj pants, sticking one inside the garment to grasp him. He let out a gasp at the contact, giving you a slight grind into your hand. His dick was so soft. 

One of his own hands traveled down your body, finding your panties and tugging them off your body, letting his fingers find your clit. When he made contact with you you arched further into him, whimpers falling freely. 

He cooed at you, “So wet sweet girl. Who made you this wet, huh?” Continuing to give you light fluttering touches, sweeping his fingers up and down your pussy. 

“You. You Jinnie always you.” Your words made his eyes roll back into this head. Your hand stroked over him, the movement from your grasp remaining consistent. You felt one of his long fingers run over your opening, before he inserted it into you, drawing a long moan form your mouth. 

“Fuck, so tight around my finger, Baby. I wonder what you’ll feel like around my cock.” He gave you shallow thrusts with his pointer finger, adding his middle finger to join the one that was stuffed in you. Your hips were bucking, the grip on his dick tightened and he hissed. “Easy sweet girl, you gotta be gentle with it.” 

“M’ sorry Jinnie. Just need you so bad. Need you to fuck me.” You looked up at him with glassy doe eyes. Fuck me eyes. 

“Ok baby. Ok.” He removed his fingers from your hole, and brought the fingers up to his mouth giving them a lick. Your taste alone could have had him busting in his pants. “But I wont fuck you. Not tonight. Tonight I am going to make love to you.” 

You wanted to cry at his words. You removed your hand from his member, and helped him push the fabric down his thighs revealing his cock in all its glory. And it was glorious indeed. Long and pale, head red and leaking ready to take you. He reached over to his bedside table to pull out a condom but you stopped him. “I have an IUD and I'm clean. Just wanna feel you raw.” 

Fuck you were perfect. 

Hyunjin positioned himself above your entrance, giving himself a light squeeze before he lowered his tip into you, breaching your walls. 

The sound you let out was straight pornographic. Never in your entire life had you ever been filled so deliciously. Hyunhin was feeling the same way, your body taking him completely in one thrust. 

“Oh fuck, baby. Your pussy was made to take me.” He let in a grunt of pleasure. 

You nodded dumbly, “Uh huh. Please move, Jinnie. Please pleaaassseee” Arms once again around his shoulders. 

He mouths at the skin on your neck and gives you another thrust. You were impatient though and brought your hips up to meet his, craving the friction. 

Sensing your impatience, he throws one of your legs over his hips and begins to drive into you. 

If he thought you were loud before he had no idea. He was sure he would have an angry note on his door by the morning. It was all worth it, though, to see your pleasure. To be the one to give you that pleasure. 

He could hear the sound of your wetness with each thrust, giving him another sign you were enjoying it. 

Your nails were running down his back, leaving red marks in their wake but neither of you cared. The feeling of him was too good. You knew you weren't going to last long. You had wanted this for literal years. 

“Jin. I'm gonna cum.” You warned him. His fingers returned to your clit and rubbed tight, quick circles over it, trying to help you get there. 

“Cum for me, my love.” That sent you over the edge, a sob leaving your mouth at his words. He held you close to him as your body shook with your orgasm, whispering about how much he loved you and how lucky he was that you were his now. His thrusts didn't slow even as he himself reached his high, filling you to the brim with his sticky essence. His moans of pleasure almost made you cum again, it was the sweetest sound you had ever heard. 

Only when he heard your soft whimpers of overstimulation did he stop, giving you a sloppy kiss before pulling out. He watched his cum leak out of you, feeling another wave of ecstasy course through him at the sight. 

He curled you into him as he laid next to you, rubbing up and down your stomach sensually. 

“I really love you y/n. I’m so happy you feel the same way.” He dropped a kiss to your head. 

“I love you Hyun. I’ve loved you for as long as I can remember. This feels like a dream.” Your voice was raspy from your previous moaning. 

Hyunjin chuckled at your words. 

“If this is a dream then I never want to wake up.” 

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[ssahotchnerr]

omg hi i have another angsty request because i’m dark and twisty. what if reader and hotch are together, and aaron meets beth but they only become friends, but reader gets really jealous because aaron is spending a lot of time with her and reader accuses him of cheating and aaron’s face just falls and he’s like… do you really think i’d do that? and says if reader doesn’t trust him he can’t be in the relationship and then she cries and they make up. yay.

🍯 anon

doubt

cw; angst, aaron being an idiot, reader expresses some insecurities, but happy ending!

wc; 1.5k

a/n: hi! this has been a bit reedited (as of sept 17). the more i thought about it, i wasn't happy with how aaron was acting/how the situation wrapped up, so i had to change it. if i was uncomfy with it, i didn't want anyone else to be. i hope that's alright! 🫶🏻

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"babe," you heard aaron's voice call out from the bathroom, where he was currently getting ready for bed. "can you get that?"

the that he was referring to, was the sound of his phone going off. you were already settled in bed and you rolled over to his side of it, the covers bunching up around you as you did so. once in hand you looked at the screen, expecting to see a message from one of the team members indicating they were taking your aaron away from you once again. but instead, your eyebrows furrowed in confusion at the unknown name.

"who's beth?"

"hm?" he didn't quite hear you, exiting the en suite bathroom and flicking the light switch off behind him.

you held it up, showing him the display and asked again, "who's beth?"

"she's just someone i met the other day." a shrug accompanied his words as you handed him the phone. once in his grasp, he immediately started typing out a message. "it was at the park, she came up to me while i was running."

"why is she texting you?" you asked, your face falling in confusion even more.

"she was just checking to see if we're still meeting up tomorrow."

"oh." the words left you in a breath, your heart dropping a bit.

you trusted aaron with every ounce of you; he had never given you a reason not to. the two of you had been together for a while now, and everything with him has always been perfect. he made you feel more loved than you had ever felt in your entire life, and he made it a point to always show you that. so this? it wasn't in his character.

"'oh?'" your tone caused him to look up at last, clicking his phone off. "is that okay?"

"you didn't think meeting a random girl, and making plans to see her again, wasn't worth mentioning to me?" a ripple of jealously flew through your chest, looking at him in brief disbelief.

"no no no, of course not." he shook his head.

"so why didn't you?"

"i swear it totally escaped my mind. right after, i was called into the bau. and i swear, i totally forgot it was even happening until this text."

you answered with a hmph, readjusting yourself so you were facing away from him. maybe it was the way the topic was being introduced, or the way he had made these plans in secrecy, but you didn't like the newfound thoughts that were beginning to form in your head. one important one to name: did he even plan on telling you to begin with?

you immediately felt his arms around your waist, pulling you from your thoughts. you resisted the urge to wiggle out of his embrace but his strong grip prevented that.

"i was going to tell you." he assured softly, kissing the back of your shoulder. "beth is just a friend, and she's helping me train. that's all."

"does she know that? or is she just using that as an excuse to see you all hot and sweaty." you mumbled into your pillow.

he laughed softly at your words, granting your shoulder another kiss. "yes, i promise."

you sighed out, finally turning to face him. "okay."

and you did believe him. you knew him - he wouldn't do anything to break your trust or jeopardize your relationship. the rational part of you had to hold onto that. no matter what.

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you had never doubted aaron and you didn't want to start.

as time went on, weeks, he continued to see beth to train. you understood that he wanted to do well in the bureau's triathlon, and in order to do so, training was a necessity. but it was getting to a point where you had felt like you had barely even seen him. seeing aaron was rare to begin with, with his busy schedule, so one would think he would want to spend majority of his free time being with the person he loved. you.

but no. he spent a lot of that time with beth. at least, more time than you would have liked.

you kept telling yourself this wouldn't last forever, the triathlon would come and go and this would all be over.

but what if it wasn't?

you had started to fear that due to the lack of time he had spent with you, he was becoming or had already become disinterested, or if the idea of you was temporary to begin with. what if beth had something you didn't? what if she could offer him so much more than you could? what if he saw more of a future with her than he did with you?

in addition, it didn't help that something had altered between the two of you. while he was gone, he wasn't checking in as often. or at least that's how it felt. when he was home, he just felt so far away. the two of you didn't talk like you used to, didn't spend time together like you used to. things had just fallen out of routine, and you were beginning to think beth was to blame. what if he was calling her at night when he was away, instead of you? what if they weren't supposedly 'training', and were off doing something else instead? there were just too many gaps, too many missing pieces.

so yeah, you were starting to doubt him.

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"can i ask you something?"

he had just placed his belongings down; having just walked through the front door - returning from the bau. you were waiting, needing to get everything off your chest and to finally get some much needed answers. you simply couldn't take it anymore.

"of course, you know you always can."

you exhaled, coming to a loss for words. you had planned what exactly what you were going to say prematurely. but now that the opportunity had arisen, your mind had drew a blank.

"babe?"

your voice nearly cracked, your eyes welling up. "you're not cheating on me, are you?"

"what?" he blurted out immediately, his eyes widening in shock.

"are you cheating on me?" you whimpered, the tears were falling freely down your cheeks now.

he stood there for a moment, taking off guard completely. "i- honey, no." he shook his head, "absolutely not. with who?"

"beth." your vision blurring as a result from your tears. you bit down onto your bottom lip, attempting to hold onto some composure.

"sweetheart, no. absolutely not. " he said quietly. his deep brown eyes were sad, and he approached you hesitantly, as if he wasn't sure how you would take him. "do you really think i would do that?"

"just...you feel so far away." you took a deep breath, wiping at your cheeks. however that action was pointless, because the tears would not stop coming. and so, you began to ramble, "you spend so much time with beth and i feel like... that i'm not enough for you anymore? i don't blame you if you lost interest but please just tell me because i can't keep living like this. i can't keep going through every single day thinking that i'm going to lose you and that you want to be with someone else instead."

he fell silent, his heart shattering at your words. you looked absolutely heartbroken, and guilt immediately rose within him. your sadness and doubts were a result of his actions.

"that's not true."

"aar-"

"no. listen to me." he insisted, interrupting your words. "i am not cheating on you. i would never do that to you, sweetheart. i don't want to be with anyone who isn't you. how could i? you're all i'll ever need and more."

"are you sure?" you searched his face, another wave of tears on the horizon. "it felt like you were spending all your

"yes, i'm positive. i'm sorry. if i knew i was making you feel this way, i would've stopped training with her immediately. and that's no excuse, i should've known. " he finally pulled you into his embrace, and you instinctively buried your face into his chest. he felt like home, he always have. "i'm so sorry."

"no, i'm sorry i-"

"no." he immediately shushed you, shaking his head as rubbed your back soothingly. "you have nothing to apologize for. this is on me and only me."

"i know you would never, but i just, i don't know. i was scared."

"it's my fault. i wasn't thinking much of it, which i should have, but it really meant nothing. and if it helps at all, i've told beth all about you. i'm sure by now, from how much i bring you up, she regrets coming up to me to begin with."

you laughed softly, all your worries from the past few weeks instantly dissolving in seconds. "i just don't want to lose you." you admitted softly as you peeked up at him. "i love you too much."

"and you won't. i can promise you that." he kissed the top of your head, holding you even closer if it were possible. "i love you, and only you. you have no idea how much i truly need you. no idea."

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[chvoswxtch]

midnights- blurb (less than 500 words) based on a lyric, book, tv/movie quote (request a vault track to make it spicy)

“of course, she couldn’t let him know she was melting, since he was a handsome man, and handsome men must never be allowed to know the full extent of their sexual appeal. they couldn’t be trusted with the knowledge.”  (from take a hint, dani brown by talia hibbert) BILLYYYY!! and please, PLEASE make it a track from the vault. sorry for shouting, i'm just embarrassingly horny for this dude.

this is totally over 500 words but I do not think you will mind ;)

as a reminder, from the vault means it's spicy! (minors dni)

blurb below the cut

take a hint (billy's version) (from the vault)*

handsome men must never be allowed to know the full extent of their sexual appeal / they couldn’t be trusted with the knowledge

You weren’t supposed to give in. You didn’t want to, or so you kept telling yourself. For months now, you and Billy had been playing this little unspoken game of cat and mouse. Billy wasn’t used to women being able to resist his “charm”, and his blinding arrogance caused you to deny every single one of his advances, thinking eventually he would get bored and give up.

Oh were you wrong.

Denying Billy only made him want you more, and he was just as stubborn as he was egotistical. He sent extravagant floral arrangements to your work, somehow always showed up at your favorite coffee place at the exact same time as you, and just “happened” to run into you on a girls night out. He even went as far as following you on dates and having the bartender bring a drink over to you, which earned him a glare from your date as the bartender pointed in Billy’s direction, but Billy never paid them any attention. His eyes were focused solely on you. He would simply raise his glass in a silent toast with a wicked smirk on his lips.

Everytime he tried to spark a fire within you with his tempestuous prose melting into your ear, you would ice him out with indifference, just to go home and invite him into the privacy of your dreams to satisfy you astrally.

Billy was incredibly attractive, and charming, and he could keep up with your wit and banter with his own cleverness. But you could never tell him that. That secret was too dangerous for him to know, and it would destroy the upper hand you currently had. You swore to yourself that you would never give into him, even in your weakest moments.

But somehow, you fucked up.

You weren’t sure if it was the dry spell you were going through, the two bottles of wine you guzzled on your own, the hunger in Billy’s eyes you could see twinkling in the dim lighting of the dive bar he had followed you to, or the loss of faith you felt in your own cause. Whatever the reason, you found yourself writhing on Billy’s cock, your head leaned back as surges of pleasure hit your nervous system like electric shocks, eyes closed as you tried to focus on the edge of ecstasy that was so close.

Billy’s hands were gripped firmly onto your hips, staring up at you in a mixture of wonder and self-satisfaction as he watched your body move above him, highlighted by the enchanting glow of the moon flowing through your bedroom window.

“You coulda been enjoyin’ yourself like this the whole time, darlin’. All ya had to do was give in. Woulda given you anythin’ you wanted.”

The smugness dripping from his voice made you grit your teeth, and you opened your eyes to stare down at him with a half hearted glare, pulling his large hands away from your hips and pinning them to your mattress above his head.

“I’m the one fucking you here.”

A devilish grin slowly stretched across his lips, and the look in his eyes sent a chill down your spine. Dragging his tongue along his bottom lip, he arched one of his dark brows in challenge.

“That so?”

Without warning, Billy suddenly flipped your bodies and pinned you to the bed beneath him, holding your own hands hostage above your head as he looked down at you like a wolf about to devour his prey. The impact of your back hitting the mattress so forcefully nearly knocked the wind out of you, and you were abruptly staring up at him in surprise. Billy leaned in to teasingly brush his lips against yours, trailing his nose down your throat as he whispered huskily into your ear.

“Still think you’re in charge here, doll?”

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[miupow]

Since I’ve recently discovered you’re into pokemon (so am I! I’ve recently been shiny hunting in pokemon violet 🤭)

What pokemon would you associate with the boys?

-🍯

hehe hi 🍯 anon!! i love this question omg i was gonna eventually make a lil post on this anyway... >//< also i saw ur stoner txt thoughts! i've been a little uninspired recently, will answer them soon <3

𝗉𝗈𝗄𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗑𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝖿 ♡₊˚ෆ

soobin -> oshawott [water]

yeonjun -> zorua (hisuian form) [normal, ghost]

beomgyu -> houndour [dark, fire]

taehyun -> meowstic [psychic]

hueningkai -> pawmot [electric, fighting]

#lia.talks #lia.loveletters 💌 #📥: 🍯 anon!! #📥.requests #txt soft thoughts #txt soft hours #pokemon #im not sure how to tag this

[nanamisbbygirl]

requests are open right? it’s completely fine if not !! but could u do nanami being really stressed and overwhelmed with work (it could be the office work or jujutsu, whatever u please :)) and he’s just been bottling up his frustration, finally he snaps and takes it out on the (gn!) reader? like he just starts yelling and adding a few untrue things against you (all out of anger, u could leave this part out if u want). but immediately after he regrets it and comforts the reader. i’m sorry if this is long 😭 no rush tho! take ur time, tysm <33

includes: nanami kento x gn! reader

type: drabble (hurt/comfort + fluff)

a/n: omg yes, this is my favourite fanfic trope!! sorry for the late response my love! hope you enjoy!!

for two weeks straight nanami's boss had him working overtime. and he. hated. it. he could hardly strand being stuck in that godforsaken cubical as it was but now it was just too much stress. everyday he'd go home with his aching back and bags forming under his eyes, just for you to take care of him.

he was always so, so grateful to you because of it that, so as he stands before you, anger getting the best of him, he can't even process his thoughts to try and stop himself.

"you know what, y/n i don't really care-- I'm tired enough as it is, can you please just stop talking." nanami snapped, pinching the bridge of his nose. 

at the same time, you felt your jaw snap shut, eyes widening at what he had said. still, you didn’t want to let him talk to you like that, especially after you told him you were scared people found you too loud and overbearing. “if you’re so tired why don’t you just go to bed?” you respond, which only lit up another fire inside nanami. 

“can’t i just sit on the couch and relax? isn’t it my house too? i’m tired and you know that so why can’t you just let me be? you’re giving me a headache, so just stop bothering me, please.”

there was poison in his tone. he had never talked to you like this before. usually when he has a rough day he mentions it to you, which always leads to you helping him through it. yet, he was vicious which directly stung your heart. you pressed your lips together, feeling something swirl inside your gut as your hands ball up into fists. 

you didn’t want to show him that he had gotten the best of you, not trying to bother him anymore with your tears. “fine,” you mumbled before making a b-line for you bedroom. 

considering the mood he was in, you didn’t think he was going to enter you bedroom anytime soon, giving you the chance to sink your face into your pillow, letting your stray tears stain it. 

just as you thought you would slip into a saddened sleep, there was a faint knocking at your door. you didn’t respond to it, though, trying you best to contain your tears, sniffling and rubbing your bloodshot eyes.

“y/n…” nanami had let himself in, watching as you were curled up on your shared bed. again, you didn’t respond, not even a quiet ‘go away, i’m not in the mood to talk.’

he was drowning in guilt, he shouldn’t have raised his voice, shouldn’t have dismissed you like that. he wanted to apologize but as he crouched by the bedside he knew there wasn’t an excuse for how he treated you.

even as you looked at him, puffy and swollen face, he felt his heart sink. “i’m sorry, my love.” he spoke softly while all you could do was continue to sniffle as any rebuttals remained trapped in your throat.

“i know i hurt your feelings.” he placed his hand gently on your thigh, somewhat expecting you to flinch or reject his touch. yet as you eased into him, it gave him a tad bit more confidence to continue. “i know it’s no excuse but you have no idea how stressed i’ve been. it’s not your fault though, and you can’t imagine how sorry i am to have snapped like that.”

you pouted, “you hurt my feelings a lot.” you were on the verge of tears again, watching him rise and side on the edge of the bed, smoothing his hand up and down your back.

“i know,” he cooed. “i’ll do anything to make it up to you: order in? run you a bath? watch a movie? anything you want”

sitting in silence for a moment, contemplating your options. “a bath sounds nice, but will you come in with me?” with those pleading eyes, there was no way nanami would’ve even considered saying no. 

“of course.” he brought the back of your hand up to his mouth, giving it a kiss, “i’ll go now and get it started for us.” 

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[iwaasfairy]

pls father’s day was last month so i just want to spoil our atsu-chan (atsuko my love) with some daddy kink if he would enjoy such a thing 🥺🥺🥺

write a drabble she said. it'll be fun she said... this became long-ish on accident but fOR YOU CLOVER MY LOVE ITS WORTH IT <33

tw daddy kink, incest, hairpulling, size kink, atsuko being a menace, what's new

His hands are on you before he even makes himself known in the room. The touch comes first, always, clinging to you like he conditioned himself to do. As much as you want to berate him for it, probably would’ve a few short years ago, there’s a sweet tingle that flutters through your belly at the skin to skin contact. “Boo,” he chuckles, stopping with his chest just about against your back.

His long fingers run between your shoulder blades as he clears his throat, pressing just hard enough to make your knees buckle the slightest bit under the weight. “You’ve been in here a while,” he blows out the greeting airily, casually, but you hear how the undercurrent shifts as soon as his other hand comes to rub circles along your neck, “take a break, won’t ya’?”

Atsuko’s pretty voice doesn’t leave room for another option, picking open the tie of your shirt to slide his hand down your spine with a sigh. “You seem tired, mom. Take a break with me.” The set of laundry you’d planned to put away before your husband gets home is quick to slip your mind when he runs those large hands down your sides to grab your hips, leaning in the last few inches. He brushes your hair away from your ear to press a kiss there, eager. “I’ve been thinking a little, y’know?”

“A dangerous habit,” you whisper back as you close your eyes, allowing yourself to lean back into his solid figure for just a few minutes. That’s all your morals can allow you to do before you have to bare your teeth at the affection he is already claiming too easily. No matter how much you long, or want, or need. It’s the idea of putting up a fight that has kept you from totally losing it under a sea of moral mishaps. Atsuko doesn’t mind the chase anyway, the treacherous voice in the back of your mind whispers.

“Mhm,” he hums. The soft playfulness of the sound is enough to have your belly clenching like a trained dog, heat flaring where you want to forget it ever sat before this. He bites the skin under your ear after kissing it. And then he hums again, or —moans, the sound shaking his chest as he grabs your neck and applies just enough pressure to have you leaning towards the bed. Your ass slotted against the press of his hips. You don’t need to imagine the thoughts in his head, because the way his cock is already hard under his sweats— pushed to your sensitive center.

“Was thinking something interesting,” he absentmindedly continues, pulling your hips back against him for a slow grinding motion that has your pussy slicking. Your clit throbs guiltily as you place your forearms on the bed and hide your face into them, cheeks heating up despite yourself. “Don’t you wanna know what?”

Your voice is high pitched and raspy when you breathe out a distrustful ‘What?’ at his prompting. The way he positions his hard-on right against the hood covering your clit and rubs you like he’s got something to prove is too much already. Your lacy panties provide just enough friction to have you gasping back a moan, ignoring the way he seems to glow with giddiness.

Atsuko doesn’t waste his moans though, rasping out a soft ‘mom’ every few seconds, mixed in with a swear here and there as his chubbed cock grows so hard against you that it can’t be comfortable. “Ahh— fuck- m-me,” he throws his head back with a long groan, before flipping your skirt up to reveal the fluttering of your pussy and the wet spot in your panties. “I wanna make you a momma ‘gain,” he bites out as he bends himself over your bent form to be as close as he can to you, leaning his weight into you fully.

“O-oh, ‘Ko,” you whimper, shivering when his thick fingers worm between you two to pull on the crotch of your underwear and impatiently drag it down your legs. The strings of glossy wetness snap as he does, fingers quickly making work of rubbing your bottom lips with greedy motions. “Don’t say—shh-” you whine when he presses two fingers inside and a thumb at your other puckered hole. He uses his free hand to get himself out of his pants judging from the rustle of clothes, before rubbing his hot cock between your legs.

Each lazy thrust makes the wet sounds of your pussy more prominent, squelching around his thick, long fingers in turn. “Or,” he grunts before laying a kiss on the corner of your mouth, “at least— call me daddy. Call me daddy, please? I need’it.” If you were in a clearer state of mind, maybe you’d be able to comment on the way he basically whines into your neck like a petulant toddler. But your cunt is already aching to get fucked stupid, filled up to the brim with hot white cum until it runs down your legs and embarrasses you further.

You hum some noise of agreement when he squeezes your hip in question, to which he pulls out his fingers just long enough to guide his cock to your fluttering hole. You prepare yourself to let him in, take a deep breath. But Atsu pulls back to grab a fistful of hair at the base of your skull and forces your head up until you crack your mouth open in a whimpering moan. “Say it first, c’mon,” he orders, the deep growling tone of his voice suddenly making you feel so small. The way he juts out his tongue and wraps an arm under your hips to pull you up against his unfairly muscular body has you swallowing back a moan. “I wanna hear who’s gonna make this pussy cum. Say it.”

“Y-you are,” you choke as he pushes in the hot head of his fat cock, “daddy is. Daddy is!” The whine in your voice is unavoidable, a long, needy coo as he slides in slow and deep in a few rolling motions. But it’s the way he bites back an honest-to-god cry that has your eyes tearing up from intensity. He pulls back to turn you around onto your back instead, staring at you with his eyes desperately searching and mouth cracked open.

“Oh— fuck.” He hisses as he slides back into your sloppy, clenching hole until you’re grabbing at his wide shoulders, then kisses you full on the mouth. A soft moan makes its way out of him when you cup his one cheek, letting him tangle his tongue with yours until he runs out of breath. “Say it again,” he grunts when he pulls back, dragging his heavy cock along your walls until he’s fully out, then slamming back in. The way he fills you up to the very edge has your lungs emptying in short, hiccup-y breaths.

“Ko~~” you’re whining before you can think about it, letting him use your soft pussy like a personal goal as he fucking in and out at a pace that has the headboard hitting the wall. You should be more embarrassed. You should do anything other than accept the way he grabs your cheeks and kisses you like a starved man, looking into your teary eyes. His chest heaves as he watches you, pulling one of your legs up to lay it over his shoulder instead. The change in angle makes your entire body throb, muscles clenching around him. “Ahgh- d-daddy. Daddy, daddy, please.”

“That’s it, you’re so good. Your pussy is so g-good for me- fuck.” Atsuko runs a quick hand to brush away the hair that clings to his cheeks, before he’s back to appraising you, sucking a mark into the side of your neck with all opportunity for subtlety tossed out the window. “Wanna feel this pussy clench around me, mom.” The loud smacking of skin meeting skin almost drowns out the way you’re mewling and moaning like it’s your job, clinging to him and digging your nails in hard. You can’t help it, can’t help but give yourself over to him as he fucks you like you’re the only one for him— like he might choke if you’re not there to breathe the air back into him.

“Feels so -fucking gudd~” your words slur, turning more into a moan with each pump. Your pussy’s spilling wetness on the bed and down your ass, and each time he bottoms out is leaving your clit a tingling mess.

“More, say it more. Who’s making you feel this good? Who’s f-fuck—fucking this pussy like this?”

“Da-d-daddy~ oh-m-my! Atsuko, I’m close. I’m gonna-” The room glows from the effort, the loud pap of his balls hitting your ass each times he fucks into you mixing with the way you’re both clinging to each other. Atsuko leans down to suck at your tits and nipples, before angling his hips to leave room for his thumb to rub ruthless circles on your clit.

“Cum- c-cum on my cock,” he grunts, biting his lip hard and fucking into you with sloppy, wild thrusts. “Oh— I’m- g-gonna cum too. Fuck, cum for me.” He’s shaking on his thick thighs when your vision starts to go black, high coming up slowly and then all at once. You snap your legs closed around his hips when the gushing of your pussy and the high hits, lifting your back from the bed with an obscene string of moans and swearing that melts into a high pitched ring.

“D-agh—Daddy!” Your pussy clenches and flutters around his last few thrusts, before he bottoms out with a long, raspy groan and fills your belly with warm, hot cum and collapses on you, positively glowing until you’re done coming. He shivers for a few seconds before pulling himself aside enough not to crush you, instead tucking you into his heaving chest with shaky hands instead. But he struggles to speak, at least for now. And the closeness has you mumbling a careful call of his name, that he responds to just barely.

“Hm?”

“So… what was all that about? I thought you were going to help out,” you pout, a little at the stickiness of the heat, a little at the self-accomplished grin he’s wearing on his pretty face, “instead we — made a bigger mess. And… since when do you want to- be called- d-daddy?” It’s stupidly embarrassing when he’s looking at you teary eyed and cheeks burning, but his grin is quick to replace your slight bit of hesitation with annoyance.

He leans in to put his chin on top of your head though, moving his still-hard cock inside you to make a point. “Don’t complain. Know you like it. You just love having me on top of you throwing you around. And I like giving my sweet mamma what she likes.” He’s not wrong, but the patronizing tone in his voice is hard to take, and you give his solid chest a well delivered jab under his pecs. 

“Brat.”

He barely moves in response. “Next time I’ll make you scream it when Tooru’s home, hm? See who’s the brat then.”

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[icedhoneyy]

isa baby! first off happy birthday month ~ i literally came sprinting to your ask box with this one.

so konoha, osamu, atsumu and suna + "rumor has it, i make you nervous."

ily. <3

—Rumor has it, I make you nervous (pt. 1 of 3)

Miya Osamu x Reader

PART 2 ▪︎ PART 3

NOTES: Caly baby, thank you so much for requesting <3!! I had so much fun with this one, it's such a great combo of characters that i ended up getting carried away lol i'm sorry that it ended up MASSIVE and with 3 parts T.T and the actual prompt only comes up in the next one.

C.W.: friends to lovers, gratuitous Atsumu bullying, jealous!Osamu, arguments, tooth-rotting fluff by the end, endless love for Mama Miya (lmk if i missed anything)

#look look #i believe that putting konoha and atsumu jn a gc would send the bitchiness level through the ROOF #i loved writing them together caly!!!! #thank you so much for requesting this!!! #and sorry for taking so long to post it #i tried to make it all fit into one post but it was unreadable <\3 #anyway this was a great time eheh hope you enjoy it baby <3 #🐝🍯.events: [ for the hope of it all ] #haikyuu smau #haikyuu x reader #hq smau #hq x reader #hq x reader smau #miya osamu smau #osamu smau #miya osamu x reader smau #miya osamu x reader #osamu x reader #osamu x reader smau

[soleilnomoon]

5.5k words, afab reader, a little angst, miscommunication, nsfw (it's toji, c'mon) - spanking, (slight) degradation kink, oral, other stuff i guess.

a summary (of sorts): toji is a mean bitch when he's jealous idk what to tell u. sequel to this.

prompt // “don’t tempt me.”

fic request for @strawhatsoraya; bb ily, this was pure possession *washes hands* a labor of love, if u will previous ⤹ | next ⤹

it’s been three weeks and he hasn’t called you. honestly, you should’ve seen it coming, should’ve known you were setting yourself up for failure when you exchanged phone numbers with him—but you weren’t thinking correctly at the time. and how could you? he fucked you senseless, all of your logic leaping out the window the moment you got in his car. you didn’t dare spend the night, instead you insisted on going home because you had an early shift the next day. it’s a lie you’ll regret later on. you’re not sure why you even care, really. he talks to you roughly, disregards your personal space, and would rather die than admit to wanting anything remotely intimate with you. 

still, you stare at your phone, helpless as your mind reminds you over and over that he’s not the sort of man who calls back—but that he can’t even be bothered to text you?

absolutely absurd.

you debate on whether or not to delete him from your contacts, thumb hovering over his name, unnecessary guilt twisting your perception, making you hesitate. “whatever,” you say dejectedly, tossing the phone onto your couch and leaving it on silent. you’re off from work and all of your friends are busy, so it’s up to you to entertain yourself. your day is spent decluttering your apartment, drifting from room to room in a daze, needing to keep busy so you won’t keep checking your phone like some lovesick tween.

if your mother could see you now—she’d call you disgraceful, a whore, irredeemable. whatever.

as you continue torturing yourself mentally, he’s driving around, hoping to keep his anger to a bare minimum. you have, unknowingly, pissed him off. it’s unlike him to obsess like this—because that’s what it is, obsession. he’s not unfamiliar with it, but it makes things complicated; for example, he’s stopped frequenting the club you work at, choosing instead to go to the competing bar another block down. it’s just as shitty, just less interesting. he’ll be damned if he goes back to yours, though. it serves him right. he knew not to bring you to his place and he did it anyway against his better judgment. your innocence is an act that he fell for—and probably will continue to fall for if he doesn’t get his shit together. 

still, he didn’t peg you as a liar. until now.

when you’re tuckered out from cleaning, you pull your phone out, quickly tap on the dating app you’ve avoided for months, and reply to the last guy who kept you remotely interested. maybe going on a date will make you feel better. so you take your time to get ready—a nice, hot bath, scented body butter that makes your skin silky smooth, perfume sprayed on various parts of your body, your hair actually cooperates with you this time. you keep your makeup light, with the exception of a bold, dark red lip and a bit of shimmery highlighter—giving you the sort of ethereal glow that might make your date think you’re otherworldly.

and perhaps you are. you certainly feel that way as you strut out of your apartment in a black, long sleeve pleuche dress; it clings to your curves, almost like a second-skin. the square collar allows for your breasts to properly be on display—which is what you want. not because you actually care if your date likes it or not, but because you like to look good for yourself. you know the effect you have on people, know that part of why you make so much working in that club is because of your looks, so it’s only natural that you work it whenever you can. your heels give you a bit of height, and are surprisingly comfortable, even as you wait for a cab to come pick you up.

it’s only a twenty minute ride, but you enjoy it, taking pictures of your face and outfit to share with your friends—your mood picks up instantly, especially when you spot your date waiting for you outside of the restaurant. you didn’t expect that level of courtesy, so he gets points for that. when the cab finally stops, he helps you out of the car. you mentally keep a tally, your lips curving into a smile when you realize that maybe he might rack up more points than toji right now.

you pause, chastise yourself internally, and hope to not think about him again tonight. you don’t need to ruin any potential relationship by letting him ruin things. although, when you think about it, hasn’t that always been his intention with you? to not let other people get too close? at least, that’s what it seemed like to you, before—

“are you alright?”

the voice stirs you out of your thoughts and you give him a tight-lipped smile, hoping he doesn’t think you’re weird for zoning out like that. 

“yes,” you forget his name and panic a bit; is it bryan? no, no he looks more like an andre if anything—or is it will? you should know this. your cheeks flush and your date smiles at you, probably thinking that you’re being shy, but really it’s embarrassment. 

you catch sight of a sleek, black car that’s parked across the street; it looks oddly familiar, but you can’t remember why. oh well, maybe you’ve seen it around town or something. you turn to head inside, your date—william, you learn—is giving his name for the reservation. a vibration in your purse reminds you to turn your phone off, but when you pull it out of your clutch and see the name that’s flashing on the screen, you remain frozen, unsure of what to do.

“do you need to answer that?” william asks politely, something close to concern on his face at your rigid movements.

“oh, right, yes. i do.” the lie feels wrong, but you don’t have time for that now. “i’ll just be a minute,” you say quickly. william nods, tight, almost rehearsed, and goes to sit at the table he reserved, promising to wait for you. because you’re not sure how the phone call will go, you head outside, standing under the awning of the restaurant, off to the side where the other guests won’t interrupt you.

annoyance drips in your voice when you answer your phone. “what do you want, fushiguro?”

he doesn’t fall for it, choosing to ignore your tone as well. “where are you right now?” toji’s audacity never ceases to amaze you. how he can just ignore you for weeks and then barge into your life when you’re on a date? who the fuck does he think he is?

“i’m home,” you lie easily, not wanting to deal with him or whatever drama he hopes to bring into your life. “actually, i’m getting ready to watch something, so if you can just hurry this up.” you wave your hands around as you talk, as if he can see you—which, he can. he rolls down his window, arm hanging out of his car as he watches you from across the street.

“i’m tired of you lying to me,” he says curtly, his words like miniature icicles that dig into your skin. “where are you?”

you sigh, frustration evident on your face as you place a hand on your hip. “i’m not lying, leave me alone.” you’re about to hang up when you hear him honk the horn of his car; it’s loud, way too loud, why is it so loud—

a sense of dread passes through you as you look over and spot him; you can feel his glare from where you’re standing and you’re annoyed because of it.

“why the fuck are you here?” you should probably keep it down, but toji is here ruining things and william—your cute, sweet date—is waiting inside; it’s rude to keep him waiting like this, but you’re stuck in this verbal battle and refuse to back down. 

“answer my question.” he sounds bored, his words clipped, attempting to keep it together and failing miserably.

you don’t want to answer him, but know that if you don’t he might do something outrageous and you can’t have that now, can you. 

“i’m on a date,” you admit finally, a sigh accompanying your words, your hand gripping your cell phone tightly. “so if you’ll excuse me, i need to get back inside.”

“no the fuck you don’t,” he says with more irritation than necessary. “i’m going to bring my car around and you’re going to get inside.”

color drains from your face and you stutter, your words tumbling on your tongue. he isn’t serious; he can’t possibly mean it. he wouldn’t dare do something like that.

but you already know the truth; he marches to the beat of his own drum, makes waves in still water, and will continue to uproot your life until he gets tired.

toji hangs up the phone before you can say more, tossing it onto the backseat of his car. you’re too stunned to move, even as he speeds over, tires screeching as the car comes to a halt. he unlocks the door, and when you take too long, he rolls down the passenger window.

 “what did i say, y/n?”

you blink rapidly, stupor dissipating as anger and shame comes rushing to you. “and i’m ignoring you. i’m not getting in your car. not again, not ever.” your pride won’t let you; that’s what you keep telling yourself, anyway. but this man has another thing coming if he thinks he can just bark orders at you. again you ask yourself, who the fuck does he think he is?

he leans over, casting a dark look your way; it’s inappropriate the way it ignites something inside of you—you’ve always known your body to be traitorous but this is ridiculous. you’re not used to men like him, barging into your life, disrupting your peace. you don’t like it, and at the same time you can’t help but be drawn to it.

“get in the fucking car, or i’ll come and toss you inside myself.” the warning is more than a courtesy on his part; he’s pissed beyond belief, at himself, mostly, because seeing you in that dress nearly had him crash his car. the way it molds to your skin, the way your thighs have somehow become even more enticing during the time you spent apart. it’s madness, really it is; and when you turn around, that sight of your round ass has his cock swelling in his pants.

and he feels like punching a hole through his steering wheel because of it

“b-but,” you try to get him to see reason, “my date…” you sound ridiculous, you know, but you can’t just leave william behind. “it’s rude to leave like that, we haven’t even had dinner yet.” you bite your lip, unsure of what to do, but your body drifts closer, seemingly making the choice for you.

when it doesn’t look like you’re going to cooperate, toji unfasten his seatbelt. in a panic, you open the door and slide inside. “okay, okay, sheesh.” you don’t know why you even attempted to get him to see reason. his presence is overwhelming, you can taste his anger in the way he grips the steering wheel, refusing to look at you, driving off before you can put your own seatbelt on. you’ll just have to make up some excuse for william, but you’re not thinking about that now. you just want to know why toji is so pissed off.

“you lied,” he says after a few minutes, the silence thick enough to make you squirm in the seat. 

“about what?” your face scrunches up, clueless as ever. “i haven’t lied to you.” except for the small lies you gave him on the phone earlier. 

jaw clenched, he continues, “think carefully. what did you tell me the night you ran out of my place.” you stare at him, wide-eyed, confusion still evident on your face. he hates how much he wants to kiss you right now, how much he wants to see your lips wrapped around his cock, how much he wants to see your lipstick smeared after he fucks your face. 

“i—” you close your mouth and eyes, memories of the night still very vivid in your mind. you remember panicking about staying the night, the intimacy was too much even for you, and you remember telling him that you’d call him—you insisted on it, actually. because you needed a bit of distance before dealing with him again.

how the hell did you forget that? in your haste to leave, you just blurted things without thinking, not wanting him to see how flustered he had you, how much your heart was beating, how you didn’t think you’d ever feel like that—especially for him. it scared you, so you ran; a coward, that’s all that you are. and a liar too, apparently.

you have the decency to actually feel apologetic. “toji, i’m so sorry, i completely forgot.” it’s the truth. you can’t believe yourself, but it’s the honest truth.

“and then,” he takes a sharp turn and you hold onto the car roof handle for good measure, his tone is deadly, and unfortunately you’re aroused by it all. “you go on a date wearing that,” he looks at you, more annoyance building inside of him.

it dawns on you, then. “wait, are you jealous?”

he shoots you an incredulous look. “the fuck would i need to be jealous for?” an absolutely ridiculous accusation; he sucks his teeth and swerves in and out of traffic, his speed much higher than the legal limit. 

“listen, the only reason why i even reached out to—toji damn it watch the fucking road!” he nearly misses an incoming truck, the large headlights alerting you that he drifted off to the wrong lane—not that he seems to care. 

“i don’t care,” he says simply, as if his answer is the only logical thing he can come up with. you don’t know what comes over you, but you place your hand against his thigh gently, rubbing circles with it right after. somehow this soothes him, but his foot is still heavy on the gas, he definitely won’t let you off that easily tonight.

“i…” what can you say, you’ve already apologized; maybe he just needs a little push from you. “i’ll make it up to you,” you say softly, eyes lowered as you press your lips together. that seems to catch his attention. 

with a noncommittal grunt, he swiftly pulls into a parking space, and it’s then that you realize he’s taken you back home. when you look up again in surprise, you mean to ask him just how he knows where you live, but you doubt he’ll tell you. if anything, he probably knew where you lived this whole time—a fact that should alarm you, but instead you feel pleased.

you need help, badly.

while toji exits the car, you scramble to unfasten your seatbelt and follow after him. silence descends upon you again, making it difficult for you to stand close to him, even the elevator ride makes you nervous. and not for anything you should actually be nervous about; no, it’s all because you have a feeling your night won’t end poorly after all.

he waits for you to unlock your door and once you’re inside, he closes the door and locks it. you walk away from him, ready to take off your heels since he interrupted your date. “um, do you want something to drink, i have—” toji wraps a hand around your throat, cutting your words off, and you gasp when he pushes you against the wall roughly.

“tell me,” his lips brush along the curve of your ear, voice deep and low, words settling inside of you and setting your body on fire. “you’d rather go on a date with a spineless loser like that,” his tongue darts out and flicks against your earlobe, “than call or text me, hm?” he eases his grip just a bit, giving you room to talk, although your voice is strained.

“no, that’s not what happened,” you try to explain, your thighs squeezing together when his thumb rubs against a pressure point on the side of your neck. “also, he’s not a loser, don’t say that.” you like to think that you’re a fairly decent judge of character.

instead of making a sound argument like someone with a modicum of sense, toji just laughs. it isn’t joyous at all, no; he’s mocking you, his grin truly wicked, a barrage of illicit promises behind it.

“that’s not funny, don’t laugh at me.”

you frown, but it only makes him grin more. “it’s hilarious, actually,” his chuckles bring another flush to your cheeks, you don’t know if you can take any more of his ridicule. another lie that you tell yourself. “i spoke with him before i called you.” the way you tense up is priceless to him. your reactions truly are entertaining. “and guess what?” his lips ghost along your jaw, his thumb caressing your skin again.

“wh-what?” you manage to spit out.

“i bet him $5,000 that you would get in the car with me.”

it’s such a ridiculous statement that you find yourself laughing too. “there’s no way you did that.” you try to appear aloof and unaffected, but the thought of toji seeking out your date just to prove that you didn’t actually want to be with him spoke volumes.

it also proves your mother’s point. you absolutely are a whore.

“but…” you swallow, your hands shaking. not out of fear, but out of want. “why?”

toji’s eyes—green, commanding, brutalizing you in a way you can’t explain—never leave you; he watches the way you inhale, the way the top of your breasts spill over in your dress, the way you squeeze your legs together, thighs covertly rubbing against one another.

but all he responds with is, “dunno. why do you think?” his question comes out harsh, making you very aware of the predicament you’ve found yourself in. toji didn’t think the guy would actually take him up on his bet, but then again, william has the whole ‘good guy’ routine down pat. it annoys him how easily you fell for that, the prospect of possibly winning money clearly more interesting than defending your honor. he’ll just have to pay william a visit later; to collect the money he owes toji, and to beat his ass for even taking the fucking bet in the first place.

like he said previously, a spineless loser.

“you’re so demented,” you say with a bit of wonder; how did he come to be like this? you can’t even imagine what sort of life he’s had to live to make him this way. 

normally, he has a bit more control, but whenever he’s around you, he can’t help himself. you drive him crazy, in the best and worst way. he knew the moment he sunk his fingers into your tight pussy that he couldn’t give you up. it’s impossible, infuriating even. 

however, without hesitation, lips slanting against yours, he boldly declares, “and you fucking love it.”

a whimper claws its way out of your mouth, residual shame attempting to pull you away, but you remain put. it’s you who kisses him first; he removes his hand from your throat and uses it to glide down your back, forcefully grabbing a handful of your ass. your panties are soaked, a jolt shooting down your body when he smacks your ass, the reverberations making your pussy tingle, wetness dripping in between your thighs. you should feel absolutely embarrassed by how badly you want him to fuck you right now. but you don’t. he deepens the kiss, tongue thrusting into your mouth like he owns it, swirling around yours hotly. it consumes you entirely, goosebumps prancing along your skin, a tremor passing through you again. your hand finds the back of his neck and you grip it for support, your legs nearly giving out when he sucks on your tongue.

you’re not 100% sure, but this might be his attempt at killing you slowly.

the kiss leaves you dazed and giddy; you pant lightly, trying to catch your breath as he drops kisses down your throat, mesmerized by the softness of your skin, mouth and tongue skillfully leaving a few, bruising marks behind. any attempt you make at keeping quiet dies down quickly; toji’s hands grip the hem of your dress, tugging it upward impatiently. when you shimmy out of it, he runs his tongue along the inside of his cheek, fighting back the urge to just fuck you right there. you’re in a matching lingerie set—pink, lacy, terribly fragile—he tsks audibly, hand grabbing your face roughly, thumb rubbing your lower lip and chin.

“don’t tell me,” he starts, voice husky, tantalizing, inescapable. “you wore this for him, didn’t you?” 

you roll your eyes dramatically. “no, i wore it for myself.” which is the truth. you liked cute stuff like that; and your dress was much too tight for your regular sets. besides, you don’t need to explain yourself to him, he’s not your damn boyfriend or anything. “so don’t mess it u—” you let out a loud shriek when he rips your panties off of you. again.

indignant, you’re not thinking straight when you start to mouth off at him. “you rudeass motherfuc—”

his mouth is on yours faster than you can finish, teeth tugging on your lip harshly, forcing that obnoxious ache to grow within you. “i need you to understand something,” he says against your lips, the heat making you slightly delirious with need, “you’re not calling the shots here.” because you clearly needed a reminder. “i am,” he says sternly, almost as if the sight of you enrages him. when he kisses you again—lips devilish, disrespectful, demanding—he palms your pussy aggressively, applying pressure as he rubs it agonizingly slow. another moan is unwillingly dragged out of you, your slick wetness drips heavily onto his hand; you don’t even care that your hips are rolling forward so you can chase that delicious high.

begging might be easier, but you can’t bring yourself to say anything just yet; although, you might actually pass out if he doesn’t do something quick.

you press closer, your nipples hard, the pain a sick sort of pleasure; you ardently return his kiss, tongue intruding in his mouth sweetly, the length of his hardened cock pressing against the front of his jeans, distracting him from his true goal. 

absolute domination of you.

it’s a ridiculous notion, but once he gets ideas like that in his head…he has to see them through. you’re no exception either. still, he knows he can’t tease you forever, his own arousal pushing him to his breaking point. he pulls away suddenly, depriving you of his lips, a cruelty that makes you pout. giving your ass another, harder smack he tells you to lead the way. you give him a heated look before walking in front of him, hips swaying, heels clacking loudly on the floor—a sound he normally hates, but he’s somehow made an exception for you—your ass tempting him as he follows after you. you reach your bedroom fairly quickly, discarding your bra on the way. 

you don’t bother asking him where your torn panties are; you have a feeling he’s going to keep those like he kept the other. and, again you’re reminded of your mother’s harsh words, but you soldier on, looking over your shoulder at the most audacious man on the planet, your lips tug upward, the smirk a sensual invite as you crawl on top of your bed with your heels on.

yeah, he’s not letting you go anytime soon.

he sheds his shirt and you roll onto your back so you can watch him properly. the rest of his clothes comes off just as quickly, your eyelids lowering as you take in the sight of his body. it’s so damn unfair; he’s fiendishly handsome, his voice haunts you late at night, and his muscles remind you of a greek god whose name you’ve already forgotten. with his terrible personality and possessive behavior, you’re not sure if this is a path you’re ready to take.

but you can’t help the way you spread your legs for him without prompting, or the way you dip your fingers into your pussy, desperate for some form of relief; when he reaches your bed, he smacks your hand away, your mouth opening so that you can voice your displeasure.

“don’t even fucking try it,” he says gruffly, rubbing his thick finger in between your folds before bringing his hand back and slapping your pussy. the sting has you crying out, but he massages it before long, settling comfortably as he hooks his arms around your legs. with a long lick, you’re bucking your hips off of the mattress, his mouth sinfully staking its claim as he loudly slurps on your pussy; the noise rattles you, your squirming futile as he holds you still.

“f-fuck you, t-toji,” you grit out, annoyed at how good he makes you feel, at how your body moves with every stroke of his ridiculous tongue, at how you don’t want him to stop. not now, not ever. the thought scares you; you really, truly need help.

“we’ll get to that later,” he says lightly, before attacking your pussy again. your taste invigorates him, he doesn’t know how he functioned prior to tasting you; it’s a problem, really. one he needs to solve sooner rather than later. 

you hate how much you like the banter between the two of you. you shouldn’t be this turned on by his words, and yet, here you are, fingers yanking on his hair as you shamefully ride his face. he rips away from you, not caring if you tore out a few strands from his head, and sharply glares at you. “what did i fucking say earlier?” anger and lust are a nasty combination, yet in the right setting, it’s absolutely perfect.

“that you’re calling the shots,” you reply sheepishly, trying to calm your heart down—it’s beating so loudly, you’re afraid he might hear it. 

“good girl,” he says slyly, his smile dangerous, hands even moreso. sliding two fingers inside of you, toji pulls them in out lazily, eyes watching as you clench around him. it’s so fucking hot, but he won’t tell you that yet. “that’s it,” he coaches, “fuck yourself on my fingers.” you obey without question, without shame, without regret—hips rolling, desperately wanting him to fuck you properly. he inserts a third, filling you up, thumb circling your clit menacingly, sending ripples of pleasure throughout your body.

“toji please, please…” tears welling up in your eyes, your hips bucking up against his hand, “oh god, oh god—” he removes his fingers prematurely and slaps your pussy again. a warning. your hands fly to your mouth, clamping down hard.

“what did i tell you about that ‘oh god’ shit.” the way he mimics you makes you want to kick his face, maybe jab your stiletto into his eye, and it also makes you want to act out again.

you’re also finding it tragically difficult trying to remember what he said and didn’t say—in true villain fashion, toji doesn’t let up, slapping your pussy once more—with his cock this time. you can hardly breathe, and he’s not sure how much longer he can hold back.

“look at you,” he taunts, you’re the most beautiful person he’s ever encountered, and here you are, begging him to fuck you. his ego couldn’t get any bigger if he tried. “say it,” he commands, “i wanna hear you, loud and clear.” 

you swallow hard, head nodding, curls framing your face as you look at him pitifully. “toji,” you breathe, pussy drenching the length of him, a sight he’ll never forget, “fuck me, please. i can’t take it anymore.” it’s just so embarrassing, but you don’t care now.

dark laughter finds you again, its hands roaming along your body, bringing a chill that you can’t shake. “i can’t take it anymore,” he mimics, enjoying the way you’re responding to him; he didn’t think you’d be this compliant, but he supposes all that teasing was worth it in the end. your mouth purses, irritation crossing your eyes briefly, and you make another grave mistake.

“you’re so damn mean, you know tha—”

his cock delves into you, burying deeply, cutting off your diatribe. “shut the fuck up,” his patience has left him completely, “i told you about your fucking mouth before.” he grabs it again, mouth slanting with yours, and leaving a scorching, rapturous kiss behind. you’re sure this is what heaven must feel like, and he doesn’t move for a moment, waiting for you to adjust to his girth—the one kindness he awards you—before pummeling into you again. your nails sink into his skin, viciously leaving scratch marks on his arms, his back, even his neck. it’s impressive, you’ve got more strength than you realize.

toji’s strokes are lethal, hips pulling back as far as he can before fucking you so hard, you think you might actually break your bedframe. you’re sure it’s fine—it’s sturdy and brand new—but you’ve also never had anyone so ruthless and intoxicating like him before. your pussy clamps around his cock, tight enough that he slightly fears it might actually cut off his circulation. he wonders if this was a miscalculation on his part. it’s a possibility. he still can’t believe how angry he was earlier; how did you bewitch him without his knowledge? 

because that’s what it is, isn’t it? a spell of yours; dark magic, even—he’s certain of it. there’s no way he’s just into you like that. 

he jerks his hips, balls slapping your ass roughly, and you cum—harder than you ever have. your pussy clenches and spasms around him, his own looming orgasm threatening him; he pulls out of you, much to your disapproval, but soon has you on all fours, ass in the air, arousal coating the inside of your thighs.

“you’re so pretty like this,” he says casually, your face flushing again, making it hard to function.

when he enters you again, you scream his name, his hips snapping as your ass bounces against him. “whose cock are you creaming all over right now?” the question is ridiculous; out of spite, you don’t want to answer him, but then he slaps your ass and you’re moaning, out of breath, his cock hitting a certain spot, your moist warmth turning him feral and relentless.

“y-yours,” you say at last, fingers pulling at your bed sheets. you’re making an absolute mess of your sheets, but that’s the furthest thing from your mind right now. all you can think about is how toji has you right in the palm of his hand.

“and this pussy?” as his groans turn you into putty, his fingers slide underneath and pinch your clit. when he speaks again, his voice has a hardened edge to it, one dipped in lust and faint amusement. “who does it belong to?”

this completely unravels you; forget your self-preservation, your dignity, your sanity—toji has completely taken over your very being. he slams his cock into you harder, making you yelp. “you!” you don’t care at this point, you’ll say anything that he wants, you just don’t want him to stop. “it belongs to you, toji, fuck…”

his fingers tangle into your hair and he grabs a fistful, pulling you towards him, his mouth on your ear again. “don’t you ever forget that. i’ll ruin you for anyone who dares to come after me.” his response shocks the both of you, but he recovers from it quickly, his moans triggering another orgasm to rip through you. and when you clench around him this time, he follows you over the edge.

“oh shit,” he says while laughing, “fuck, baby girl, look at how much of a mess you’re making.” weakly, you make an attempt to look, too bashful to actually do it. he’s made you squirt again, you could die from the embarrassment. you just might later on. he kisses your neck and bucks his hips against you, cumming not too long after. the aftershocks immobilize you, and you tumble onto the bed even when he pulls out of you. toji takes in the sight of you, all the small bruises from where he grabbed you, the hickeys, bite marks; he had no business doing any of that, and yet he feels an odd sense of satisfaction course through him.

“you’re a menace,” you mumble sleepily, waving a hand at him. your tone strokes something inside of him, and that something makes him lay down next to you, grabbing the blanket before tossing an arm around you. 

“i told you about your mouth,” he says absently, you can also hear the fatigue in his voice too. the man’s stamina is outrageous, but when you roll onto your side so you can look at him again, you’re sucked into his orbit permanently. you snuggle closer, and he doesn’t leave—silence preventing you both from saying anything else.

#fushiguro toji #jjk smut #fushiguro toji x reader #toji x y/n #toji x reader #fic request #jjk x y/n #jjk imagine #jjk x reader #toji is a menace i think he and zoro are related somehow #‘i can change him’ 🥴 #💋🍯— honeycomb and 808s —🍯💔

[twisted-wonderland-but-gayer]

Minecraft!Yuu is... something I never thought I would need... (i'm a simple honey-croc, I dont need a lot of things) Cue minecraft!yuu having a crisis around the concept of circles- - 🍯🐊

Cough cough...

You get decked by this Yuu, you are dead

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[honeyshiddendesire]

HIIIII HONEY !!!!!

i just got done reading *most* of your content for my monkey men (garp n luffy) n i was wondering if you currently take requests 😁 i've been having garp brain rot recently n ,,, i think you'd be able to help me out 🫠🫠

Hmmmmm I'm not currently since I know it'll take me a while buttttt lemme hear what ya got 👀 lol cause I always love writing Garp

#honeys answers 🍯 #maybe i can take a request 😏

[citizenoftmrrwlnd]

self care for : honeybuzz/bumblesweet (mlp:g3) with skincare, scented items, and bath stuff requested by 🍯🐝anon

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[eternalyoo]

𝔸 𝕓𝕚 𝕊𝕙𝕠𝕨𝕟𝕦 𝕀𝕔𝕠𝕟 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕃𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕒 @bearwoo ! 💗💜💙

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[doitforbangchan]

would you write dub con or cnc kinda stuff?

yes! i would be willing to give it a shot 👀👀🤗🤗

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[sweetsweetbumblebee]

shes gone so i can get started on the bodywriting n edging >.<

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