🚧 UNDER CONSTRUCTION 🚧

Suguru geto is a man with confidence and intelligence. When he listens to you late at night when you need someone to listen to your rants about how the world is so unforgiving and dark. Whispering about how things could be so much better if the world could be so perfect. He’ll entertain your thoughts and expand them from a different perspective, a different angle. Saying how humans are complex as a species and we’re only here for so long to exist. But in moments like these all of that background noise fades, in his arms, in this room—it’s quiet. You want to exist with him for as long as your body can hold on. The warmth of his chest against your cheek and you breathe, exhaling through your nose. You don’t want to be anywhere else but here, because here is safe.

Suguru knows you love him dearly and you know how self-destructive he can get. He knows that he often keeps his worries and sorrows to himself, he needs to keep it together for you. He knows you’re not weak but he doesn’t want to burden you with anything or worry his sweet girl. One thing about Suguru is that he’s going to make sure you’re happy and healthy before all else. Suguru doesn’t open up often but when he does it’s vulnerable and honest. You don’t ever leave him alone with his thoughts for too long because then the dread inside his chest just makes his stomach sink. It takes a while for him to be vulnerable but he tries. It’s not that he doesn’t trust you—it’s more of that he’s scared. He’s scared of giving and giving only to receiving nothing in return. He’s scared of losing you. Sometimes late at night you’ll hear his gentle whisper of a prayer for you to stay.

Suguru hates it when you cry, you should only be happy and at peace. When you cry his heart beats deeper in his chest and he can’t help but feel like he needs to make you feel soothed and loved. He hates it when your tears aren’t from happiness. He’ll come to you and pick you up, in his arms and into bed—on his lap and caress your hair and wipe your tears then kiss you. He’ll reassure you then pamper you some more. He will slowly rock you bundled in his arms. You should never be in pain. You should never know pain when with him. If you’re still crying after some time he’ll make you something to eat then come back to accommodate the room to your liking. Changing the temperature of the house, cracking open a window, fan on, dim/no lights, tv on low. All for you. He’ll give you your favorite food and feed you all the while trying to cheer you up. He’s so sweet.

Suguru is a man that loves giving. It makes him feel good. That’s why when he’s in between your legs he orgasms just from giving it to you. He’ll encourage you, when you’re so damn close to cumming he stares you in the face with lustrous low eyes. Giving your clit loving kisses and sucks until it bruises, until it twitches stronger, until you’re crying, until you’re sobbing. There’s nothing more than Suguru loves than to give it open mouthed kisses until you’re out of it completely. Until you beg, you’re a complete mess. There’s nothing more special to him than your cries when you cum on his tongue. He loves the taste of you. He loves licking and tasting when you’re shaking through the aftershocks. Your body can handle it and it will. He’s soft as ever to you during sex, but especially when giving you oral. He’ll hold your thighs against his head tight so you can’t break free. It’s just Suguru, don’t run. You’re safe in his arms now.

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part two here!

you didn’t set out to homewreck their relationship on both ends, really. if anyone were to ask you, it was a stroke of fate—you’d just happened across the both of them. suguru, who approached you at a bar and bribed you to the back with a drink. who brought you to the perfect line between drunk and tipsy, giggling endlessly and listing into his side, unable to hold yourself up fully. who took off his wedding ring and placed it on the nightstand before taking you to bed. who took you apart with the skill of a man with years of experience.

years he had; after all, you woke up the next morning to his phone buzzing, a call from ‘love’ blaring at you from the screen.

he winks at you as he leaves, securing a teasing promise that you won’t tell anyone. you don’t. instead, you smear a kiss at his collar. you ask to see him again, and when you do, you make a game out of trying to leave evidence behind—when suguru pulls you back by the hair, making filthy promises to fuck you in his husband’s bed, you moan and scratch your way down his back. when he ties you up, calling you his pretty little dove, you pull the skin of his neck into your mouth and suck until it bruises. when he gags you, telling you to be good, you whine and cry and hook your ankles around his hips, hoping this time it takes. 

and when he finally, finally takes you home, fucking you on his bed like he promised, you just so happen to accidentally leave your g-string behind.

a week later, you see satoru while scrolling on hinge. older, beautiful, and clearly suguru’s husband. you’d seen him enough, stared down his picture while his husband fucked you in his bedroom. you’d imagined his face. daydreamed about the possibility of him walking in, of him watching you take his husband down your throat as he moaned your name.

this, you think, is better.

you match. of course you do. you start talking, you play it sweet, you act completely clueless. you have phone sex with him before suguru picks you up for another date. suguru takes you to bed, and you comfort him when he texts you about how his ‘roommate’ is taking a while to get home. when you finally meet, he doesn’t even bother to hide his wedding ring. suguru never does, either.

satoru fucks you angry. he keeps your hands clasped in one palm as he takes you from behind, panting heavily in your ear. when you turn your head to moan, he growls low in his throat and shoves your face into the pillow, smothering your whines. he makes you cry. fucks you until he’s done, uncaring of the way you writhe against him as it borders too much.

and when it’s done, he sits there, not even looking at you. he stares down at his hands, palms up, wedding ring still on. you run a hand down his thigh, lean into his side, and ask what’s wrong.

“i think my husband is cheating on me,” he tells you hoarsely. 

you coo, bringing his head into the crook of your bruised neck. you run a hand down his spine, stroking your thumb back and forth. you press a kiss into his white hair. “it’s okay,” you murmur. “it’s okay. he’s not—he couldn’t be. who’d be willing to give you up?”

mdni

This man is so fucking irritating in the best way possible.

He loves taunting you when you’re crying under him as his veiny, warm, bulging cock slides inside your little wet, creamy pussy. When you tell him to have some sort of mercy on your already well-fucked cunt, he just mimics your plead and challenge you to do something about it. Knowing you can’t.

“Ohhh!”

He copied your moan again in your ear, grinning smugly. He knows exactly what he’s doing when he’s fucking you like this—his cock is just so huge. You want him to stop teasing you. He’s been doing this for several hours and it’s making you sad. You don’t like this game anymore. “Stop d-doing that!” You sniffled and swallowed. He hums teasing. “Mmmh..” he pretends to think about it and deadpans his voice. “No.”

“Wha?” You look at him with puppy eyes at his answer. He has you in a locked full Nelson, his undeniable strength is keeping you in place. He repeats after you in your whiny tone and exaggerates it. “Wha?” You see his grin grow. Before you can respond he purposely speeds up inside you. You squeal and moan. “H-heyyy!” Now he’s ignoring you and fucks your pussy like a sex toy. “Do something about it. Crybaby.” He says. You click your teeth in irritation and sadness.

You can’t do anything about it.

“Sh-shut the fuck up!” He’s hitting all your nerves.

“No.” He simply denies.

His hips go faster into you and you’re on the edge of sobbing. “Stop it!” You cry, voice raw. “Mh-mhh..” he says teasingly. He knows you hate it when he’s teasing you during sex. Because then it just turns into him just being a meanie to you and your pussy. “Stop ittt!” He mocks you again. He bounces you on his cock and you sob harder, he has to and will make sure you feel it until your wailing. “Just a little crybaby, hm?” You want to just cry. It’s so embarrassing and humiliating. It’s true though, you do cry a lot when you’re overstimulated. So now he’s just pointing it out. You try to defend yourself but then he’ll just go faster and further prove his point when more sobs come from you.

“I hate YOUUUUUHHH!!”

“Oh please, cry me a river. Crybaby.”

And he makes you take it—you scream and squeal until all you can do is cry pathetic sobs as he fucks your pussy into a sickening orgasm. And then he makes you take more because your cries are so cute.

ꉂ (′̤ॢ∀ ू‵̤๑))ˉ̞̭♡ 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡: @cuntphoric-main @zukobendsme @cuntphoric @nonamedreams @lilithkleia @levisfatjuicycock @sapph22 @manonism @insanjity @cypresseddd @stqrgumi @lemonzie @angelicwhispersofsin @sugusplaything @dearkuna @izuruverse @serpenttine @daflex @animewhoreswrld @yoonsucks @iloveyachisomuchaaa

; whiskey’s on the rocks while your brother’s on my mouth !

cw: implied p in v, simp!oikawa, slightly submissive!oikawa, oral (f receiving), whimpering oikawa, (slight) talking him through it, mating press

the phone on the nightstand buzzes.

normally, it’s a sound you’d ignore, especially with oikawa tōru currently blanking out his own mind as he puts you into a mating press. but the bright screen catches your eye, displaying a block of text from a contact name that instantly makes your blood simmer: oikawa’s annoying brat sister.

you can’t help but skim the notification.

from: bitch

ur literally so pathetic lmao. u think everyone loves u but everyone actually laughs behind ur back. keep playing queen bee but just wait until i tell tōru about what u did. he literally hates girls like u. i’m gonna get him to put you in your place since u clearly don’t know it.

a sharp, breathless laugh bubbles up in your throat. ‘put you in your place’ is insane.

right now, your place is pinned flat against his mattress, taking every single inch of her supposedly vengeful older brother.

“f-fuck, sweetheart... don’t laugh now,” oikawa whines, the sound high and strained as his hands grip your hips, pulling you flush against him. he’s completely undone, his hair damp and messy, chocolate eyes glazed over with lust. the petty rumors his sister tried spreading at college hasn’t touched your reputation, but they had pissed you off. finding out her gorgeous, star-athlete brother was completely obsessed with you? that was the ultimate revenge.

you reach up, wrapping your fingers in his messy brown curls and pulling him down. “tōru. down.”

he doesn’t need to be told twice. he lets out a needy whimper, sinking to his knees between your legs and sliding his hands up your thighs to drape them over his shoulders. he looks up at you through his eyelashes, entirely devoted, before burying his face in your pussy.

his tongue is wicked, carving into you with an agonizingly perfect rhythm that has your back arching off the bed. you moan, loud and echoing in the quiet apartment, your fingers tight in his hair as he sucks your on clit, worshiping you like the queen his sister is so terrified you are.

but you aren’t done playing.

shaking, you reach over and grab your phone off the nightstand. oikawa notices the shift in your weight and looks up, shiny-lipped and panting, a faint pout forming. “babe... focus on me…”

“oh, i am,” you gasp out, tapping into the message thread. “come here. open up.”

with no hesitation, he slides up your body, hovering over you, his thick, throbbing length pressing against your stomach. when you tap his chin, he parts his lips, and you slide two fingers straight into his mouth. oikawa sucks on them instantly, eyes closing as he whimpers around your knuckles, a desperate sound of submission ripping from his chest because he wants you so damn bad.

with your free hand, you quickly type out your reply to his sister.

to: bitch

him, putting me in my place? your brother was just in my mouth, you don’t need to tell him that. he’s just about to.

you hit send.

you toss the phone face-down on the mattress, lock your legs around oikawa’s waist, and pull your fingers out of his mouth.

“now,” you smirk, your voice dripping with sweet satisfaction as you look at his flushed, eager face. “why don’t you put me in my place, tōru?”

he groans, a dark, primal sound, and drives himself all the way inside you in one heavy, unforgiving thrust.

n: YOOO ANOTHER WIN FOR THE BLIND PPL 😎 fuck, i love oikawa. i can write anything just for him.

@ryomenlettuce

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Leon in tactical gear?

Although breathtaking, its expected.

Leon barefoot in sweatpants making coffee at six in the morning while his hair is messy and he's still half asleep?

Cataclysmic.

Leaning against the counter. Rubbing his jaw, muttering a sleepy "morning, sweetheart."

This man survives bioterror nightmares and then looks like that holding your favorite mug.

Shoto. wants. the. plushie.

WE all crave toxic sex with him 🙇‍♀️

“ugh, stop being such a bitch and just admit you love me,” touya rolls his eyes just to infuriate you as he pounds his hips forward, breaking new ground with each thrust. you really hate to admit it, but . . the sex has gotten so much better since the breakup. “you’re so full of it, and i don’t just mean my cock, sweetheart. why else would you keep coming back like this?”

you grab at his hair and yank it, fingers buried in the white roots. he throws you a smarmy look, though he fights back a moan. “shut up. you were the one who started it! i came back here to get the rest of my shit and you ended up grinding on me like a fucking dog—”

touya catches your chin in a tight grip and cuts you off with a manic laugh. it’s so funny to him how easy you are, really. despite all of your shouting and unrelenting insults, you’re still willing to be pinned down and fucked within an inch of your life, in missionary, no less. throughout the course of your relationship with him, you’d never been fucked this way—but now that you’re broken up, you’re hate fucking in the one position that should bring out every other emotion.

you twist beneath him, writhing around on the couch and bucking up like you’re trying to break free. you even slap his chest, dig your nails in while trying to push him back. “let me go, asshole. you’re so—”

warnings: nsfw, gn reader, touya being a FREAK!!!!!!!!

Natsuo : I'm having girls problem

Touya, through the pod : oh shit, like 'I have a girl's body in my truck' problem or 'why doesn't she like me' problem?

Natsuo : ..why doesn't she like me, problem.