He loves it when you’re a good girl. His good girl. He likes you comfy in the bed you share, legs spread wide while he lies between them. You hate when he teases but he does it because he knows how good you’ll feel from his touch. The little inner thigh kisses he delivers are heaven sent, and you can barely look him in the eyes as he looks at you with such a loving and lustful gaze. Fingers plunged deep, thumb on your clit rubbing slow yet tight circles as you writhe below him. He doesn’t deny you, if anything he makes you cum too much — but he thinks there’s no such thing as feeling too good.

You can be a brat, and that is something he both loves and loathes. He’ll have you on his lap for hours with an arm wrapped around your waist as his free hand torments your poor pussy. It feels incredible, until it doesn’t. Your whole body twitches as you chase his hand desperately for him to finally just let you cum. He seldom lets you, it’s almost always accidentally if the session does end in your satisfaction. Why would he reward you for being a brat? Him playing with your pussy isn’t a reward for you, it’s for him. It’s always for him.

He likes fingering you when he takes phone calls, almost like a test to see how you'll behave. He searches the depths of your plush walls to find your special spot and has you wriggling pathetically against him as you do all you can to keep quiet. He’ll mute the call while whoever’s on the other side talks, he isn’t interested in that. He’ll breathe against your neck heavily, leaving hot breathy moans in his wake before he sucks at the skin there enough to bruise. You can barely stand it when he whispers “Doing such a good job staying quiet for me, sweet girl.” before unmuting the call again. You keep quiet, still. And he bites his lip at the way your essence soaks and drips down his wrist from such little praise.

His favourite might be when you’re both drunk. You’re always insatiable when you’ve had a few cocktails. So much so, sometimes, you can’t wait until you’re home. He never gets as drunk as you, he needs to make sure he’s alert enough to look after his favourite girl. He’s sober enough to lead you to a quiet alleyway to kiss you against a wall and guide your thigh to rest on his hip while his hand slips under your skirt. You wear panties, but only because Yuuta gets off on shoving them aside when you hook up like this. He tells you to be quiet as he plays with your pretty pussy, but he doesn’t really care if you’re caught. He doesn’t take his eyes off you as you moan desperately, throwing your head back against the building you’re hiding behind as you chase your high. He’s obsessed with his impatient girl.

But not as obsessed as he is with playing with her pussy.

© 2026 rinhaler

“my girl and i…” “the missus wanted to…” etc.

him being somewhat aloof to who you two are to each other when you’re both together with other company, but when he’s on his own with other people- will never refer to you as something demeaning or degrading and gets incredibly defensive when someone pokes lighthearted fun at yall’s relationship.

but in the dark of night when the both of you are undone and winding down from the labors of the day:

he coaxes up to you.

pulling on your shirt to move closer to him while watching interdimensonal cable, or playing with your hair while you talk to him about something you’re passionate about.

he even offers soft exhales and the twitch of a smirk when you purposefully burst out with corny jokes because you know it irks him

but he doesn’t say anything about it.

the man who bends the fabric of space and time to his will just because he can- sits and listens to you ramble and watches shows that you like and purposefully takes notice to your interests and hobbies

when you decline sleeping over in his room, or are busy one night where he cannot come over to your place- he becomes irritable.

he’s reliant on you in ways he refuses to acknowledge within himself.

he deep down knows that he’s already let you in.

in moments of intimacy where you’re pulling on the hair at the nape of his neck to go faster, harder, slower, right there…

moments like this where he’s buried in-between your legs and every hair on his body is on edge for the anticipation of your climax. your pleasure. your wants and needs.

he wants nothing more than to feed your every hope and desire to you.

he wants to feel the bruises form on his back from you gripping him, he wants to feel wanted. needed. he wants to feel like he’s earned you.

that he’s earned this bliss. that he’s earned the ease he feels when being in your presence. the excitement he gets from playing house with you.

the rush of adrenaline and anticipation when you open your mouth to tell him to lock the door behind him.

in these moments where your physical existence and his overlap in the most erotic way- is when he calls you pet names to your face

… honey… my sweet girl… you feel good, huh baby?

...Or, texts between you and your retail coworker, Maki. ✩ Riki Mauss x Fem!Reader ─── Retail AU | Fluff & Crack| A/N: Hitting Maki with the retail ray because I've been thinking about this since I started writing for him. I work in retail, and I'll let you guys guess which of these have actually happened in my workplace before :P Also, note: I'm going to start a taglist, so pls comment if you wanna be on that hehe

a new flower had bloomed

And and and imagine you get a genuine apology from Sylus afterwards. No joke weaved in, no teasing tone, no nicknames. Just a soft, breathless "I'm sorry." whispered against your hair as his arms hesitantly wrap around your frame to hold you close. "Please don't ever do that again."

He stays with you until you stop trembling, careful not to overstep, not to hold you too tight. He vows to treat you gently moving forward; something precious like you deserves more than he could ever give. But he'll do anything he can to atone.

A while afterwards, he offers you a proposition. "Just say the word, and you won't have to see me ever again. I'll escort you back to Linkon with any information you came here to seek out, and leave your life forever."

God I just, I love a healer who hurts themself to save another (staring sidelong at Zayne...)

Sylus who never really thought about how your Evol would manifest. Like, of course you can heal wounds, but surely you know the extent of your powers, right? Surely, you know when someone is already too far gone to even try?

He's just so stunned that no, you keep trying even if the damage would kill you. And that you'd do it to a stranger who hurt you before

Sylus isn't more careful with himself (he likes the pain, the feeling it gives him of being alive, the thrill of escaping death's clutches again), but he is more careful with himself around you. God knows he isn't about to take a death blow when you're there, so instinctively ready to heal any hurt. Because even if he begs you not to do that again, you're just so good. How can you help yourself?

Little scratches and knicks on the twins get healed the minute they're through the door. Your companions at work, from papercuts to gashes from Wanderers. A stray animal caught in the wrong place at the wrong time, given a second chance because you endeavored to catch them and take their pain

When his Evol runs thin, and he's sore and tired and has a few wounds that haven't healed yet, there's an intimacy as you look him over. Check his injuries, know they're not serious enough to do him any harm, and you still deign to heal him anyway. He hates watching the scratch bloom on your arm and disappear from his own. Hates to see you wince in pain and move on to the next

But there's a ritual in it. He knows, you do it because it reassures you that he's safe and alive and whole. He's no longer in pain. Gods know you'll do anything to make sure he isn't hurting or bleeding. And once you're certain he's fully healed once more, and the injuries have faded from your own skin, you smile up at him and tell him to take a shower and you'll have the chef whip up some food

Nods nods nods nods

I've always kinda hc'd him as being a bit self destructive before he finds MC. Even then, he's still seeking danger and the thrill, but he's got more to live for now that his kingdom and amassed wealth can be put to good use (spoiling the other half of his soul)

I also had an idea literally right after I posted that addition like ough just

You focus as you use your Evol to pull the injury from his waist to your own. You feel the bloom of pain at your side as the wound opens. Feel the injury closing beneath your palms as you steal it away. The glow from your hands fades and you tilt forward. Sylus catches you, pulling you to lean against him as the pain and draw of power makes you dizzy. He watches your brows pinch together, then, finally, relax as your Evol heals it.

"There!" you cheer, pulling away even as your head spins just a little. You smile up at him, like there isn't a matching splotch of blood on both your clothes now. "Good as new!"

He smirks softly in turn. "Didn't hurt too much?"

"Nope, not too bad. Not the worst you've had."

"No, but I still wish you'd only take half."

"Next time! I promise."

"You better keep it, sweetie." He leans forward to press a lingering kiss to your forehead. "Thank you. Let's go get cleaned up now, hm?"

Ough but now I'm imagining like in the middle of a firefight, ducking behind some rubble with him as he's bleeding out, clutching a bullet wound, unable to heal it. The Twins rush in, stealing the attention away and cleaning up the mess. You try to heal Sylus, but as you start to take more than half - when your vision is starting to blur, hands starting to shake, skin going grey all from the pain ripping through you - he rips your hands away from him. Tight grip, stern almost scary expression. "That's enough," said with no room left for argument

You're still antsy even after the threat is gone, because you know he's still hurting. But the bleeding has stopped, you managed to draw the bullet from the wound, and he's able to walk like nothing happened back to the jet/car to go home. You insist on looking at it, and he relents so long as you agree not to try healing it. It looks bad, but not terrible. You won't be able to fully relax until he's able to heal the rest on his own, but you promised and you trust him

I feel like a lot of expectation and pressure would be put on an Evol like that. Taking the suffering of others onto yourself as like the ultimate act of selflessness. The expectation for you to take on every hurt, because how easy is it to heal even the most minor scratch? It's certainly not a sacrifice to heal something so small? But oh imagine how much pain they must be in with that nasty cut! Surely you can help ease that for them, right? Just building and building until you feel like you have to heal everything, or else you're just a selfish cruel person who wants others to suffer needlessly

And Sylus helping to dismantle that, bit by bit, because you don't have to do that for anyone if you don't want to. You don't have to give into the guilt because they can't deal with a bandaid for a few days. You don't have to do that and suffer even if it would take so much out of you

"I'm alright, sweetie," he assures, because he is. He's taken worse. Honestly, this is a 4 at best. He doesn't need you to hurt anymore because you feel like you have to. He just needs a nap and some food and it'll be gone in no time, and he's waited longer through worse conditions to fix himself up - this is no big deal

Just Sylus learning not to seek out pain more because he sees how much pain is causes you emotionally, and you learning not to try carrying everyone's burdens and shoot yourself in the foot just to help someone else

Until eventually it gets to a point when you're stealing half of his pain and it doesn't hurt to stop midway. Holding up the affected area to admire the matching injury for just a moment before it fades from your skin. Healing him because you want to, not because you need to, and still honoring the way seeing you in pain also hurts him by stopping halfway

Due to getting a sudden awful gut feeling out of nowhere, Sylus decides to abandon his plans for the day in favor of shadowing you during a high-stakes mission you take from the association. In the end, he's so incredibly glad he did. Because when he arrives, you're alone, on your knees in a pool of blood, hunched over a dying civilian with trembling hands and tears in your eyes.

Immediately from the look of their wounds, he knows there's no way they're going to make it. And yet you seem determined to take all of that suffering yourself, to trade your life for theirs. You're completely covered in their blood, and your own is quickly beginning to seep into your uniform in the same location as their wound.

He steps in immediately, pulling you back and away from the dying person on the ground. They're nearly slashed in half, deep enough to see their entrails as their blood escapes in rhythmic pulses. The only thing keeping their heart beating was likely your intervention.

And you fight. You fight him as hard as you can, even at the detriment of your own health, as he struggles to find a safe way to hold you still. You're partially delirious from a mix of blood loss and trauma as you kick and squirm and sob and ramble incoherently about how they have a family and their kids need them and to please, please let you save them.

Sylus knows that taking you from the situation too soon will only complicate things in the future. Memory is a fickle thing, and he doesn't want yours to twist today's events into something that you could have stopped, something that was your fault. So he waits, holding you still and keeping your head tucked against his chest. It doesn't take long for you to give up on fighting, your voice too hoarse from yelling to keep talking over him, and your body completely exhausted.

gojo between work

Sleeping Beauty

Synopsis: in which your roommate can only be woken up with your tongue inside her

Warning: cnc, somnophilia, consensual deal, perv!reader?, fem!reader, lesbianssss, cunnilingus, reference to thigh grinding, non curse au, college au, breast play, belly press technique, Shoko art by @_3aem on X, not proofread Word Count: 2.7k

Roommate!Shoko who is a deep sleeper and has been known to miss classes because she just won’t get the fuck up. Her body does as it pleases; she wakes up on her own time, usually hours later, scratching her head and yawning. 

“Morning, sexy.” She plops her entire body weight upon your back, then nuzzles the crook of your neck, and mumbles, “I missed my brunch plans with Dumb and Dumber again. They’re gonna be so mad. You’ll protect me, won’t you?”

“Why can’t you just wake up?” you ask in concern, pretending you can’t feel her tits on your back.

“Because you’re not in my arms,” she replies. 

“Ha. Ha.”

older woman!reader x toji who loves to brag about his gambling and betting on horses, trying to use his smooth words to worm his way into a warm bed tonight, but the way you smile and fold your hands across your lap tells him more about you than he knew before. "it takes more than charm to get in my bed, fushiguro...but the couch welcomes you always."

when you get touchy

nsfw content — uhm nipples, tits, and riding him... and oh! creampie!

peter has you on his lap, your hands on his broad shoulders as you bounce up and down his cock. he just lets you run your hands all over his body, touching him where you want and how you want. his hands stay on your hips, guiding you as he casually praises you, leaning in for a messy hot kiss before his mouth trails from your jaw down to your chest, planting kisses and hickeys.

the more handsy you get, the deeper your nails trail down his chest. he doesn’t mind. he loves it when you play with his skin. especially when you leave marks all over him.

your hands drift lower, your eyes half-lidded and fixed on his chest. they stay there for a moment before your thumbs suddenly brush over his nipples, causing his whole body to jerk. a sharp gasp escapes his lips.

“oh…” peter’s head falls back in pleasure. you circle one with your fingertip, feeling the hard little nub tighten under your touch. his hips buck involuntarily, driving his cock even deeper. making you both moan at the same time. his grip on your hips tightens. he lifts his head to watch your fingers work his nipples, biting his own bottom lip. “that’s…” he can’t get his words out. he’s breathing harder and harder. he takes a deep breath, exhaling a moan before continuing. “...good… feels good…” his eyebrows crushed together in pleasure.

it’s even worse when you start pinching as you continue to bounce up and down. just your pussy swallowing his cock and your fingers relentless on his sensitive nipples.

peter’s hands slide down your ass, squeezing gently. his head mindlessly tilts to the side as he pulls you closer, your thumbs still working his nipples. his other hand slides up to your waist, drawing you in until your tits are within reach of his mouth.

he leans in, kissing one nipple before sucking on it hard, playing with yours too. you keep bouncing, grinding your tits against his mouth and pinching his nipples every time he bites yours.

he’s getting close. you feel it in the way his hips stutter, the way his mouth goes slack against your breast. the whines that spill from his throat are ragged, almost pathetic. but they’re for you. they’re because of you.

you slow your rhythm just enough to watch his face twist. his eyes squeeze shut, his jaw drops, and a string of half-formed curses falls out between gasps.

“god- don’t stop- please- ”

his hands bruise your hips as he drives up into you, and you match him stroke for stroke, twisting his nipples hard until he cries out. that’s when you feel it. the first hot pulse of his release deep inside you, his whole body shuddering beneath your thighs.

it was always peter playing with yours. but god, he had no idea this was the better option.

Peter beneath you, resting up against the heaboard while youre lying next to him, halfway on top of his tummy as you make languid strokes up and down the heavy girth of his cock.

And he's tried to finger you a couple times but you keep batting his hand away eachtime. He's had a rough couple of days, and you're just trying to get him to feel good for a bit.

When you take him back into your mouth, nearly to the hilt, and you peer up at him from under your wet and heavy lashes, his big eyes are rimmed red and stray teads are trickling down his rosy cheeks.

He keeps somewhat quiet. Sniffling here and there between warm and hearty groans while you're cupping his balls. He just cant believe you-re so sweet to him after everything hes lost.

18+ ⫶ 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐒 ? 𝐍𝐎 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 = 𝐍𝐎 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 . the apartment walls are thin, and peter parker has just the trick up his sleeve… to muffle your moans with his webs. 🕸️ྀི

the apartment walls in queens weren’t exactly built the best — a wooden frame sheathed with drywall so weak, you could hear the sound of water running through your neighbors pipes whenever they’d touch their faucets. even a soft breeze outside could be heard whistling throughout the ridiculously flimsy walls, and unfortunately with thin walls… comes absolutely zero privacy.

but of course there’s no privacy, not whenever peter’s hips are driving flush against your ass. his sweaty palms clasped around the lock of your knees, pressing them towards your chest as the weight of his hips continuously drop against you — punching air out of your lungs from every desperate thrust he feeds into your sopping pussy.

“mmphmm, f-fuck, peter— feels s’ good!” you choke, throwing your head back against the pillow beneath your head. your arms hung from his neck, fingers engulfed in his silky, brunet curls as your soft cadences of pleasure get him going.

“i-i know, baby.” peter breathes against your skin, his face buried in the dip of your neck fanning warmth into dewy condensation. “i know, but we have to quiet down, remember?” he whispers with a struggled grit from the way your insides wrap his cock into snuggest tunnel he calls home.