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a hot mess - spooky toji special: always look behind you

Summary: They always say to look left and right just to stay safe. But, don't forget, always look behind you as well. And now that he's forced himself into your home and your life, he's never letting you go.

wc: 25k words What to expect: halloween shenanigans, fun w/ ur best friend, top! toji, bottom! reader, ghost mask toji, stalking, home invasion, hardcore graphic filthy hentai gay sex, spit, anonymous sex, masked sex, gawkgawk3000!toji, PLAPLAPLAPLAPLAP, possessiveness, going at it all night, u love all of it. (crazy blurb I know.)

author's note: hi, so this was a halloween special episode that I made for a hot mess last year. I figured I'd post it here for shits and giggles... and before anyone tries me... the mc of this filthy spicy thing enjoys everything that happens to him. Don't take it too seriously and enjoy the spice <3 p.s. this takes place in the same world as a hot mess, but it's not canon to the main story. any lore that's dropped is canon but... imagine this as a different reality. reading the main story here or on ao3 will make things make more sense.

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art/photo creds: danila_wq, kinorilima, and ruu_sugu

As is customary this time of year, there’s a certain chill in the breeze that grazes your skin.

Well, a figurative chill, of course. Octobers in Tokyo aren’t exactly known for being particularly frigid… after all, you chose to wear something that ensured that your skin could still breathe and that you wouldn’t overheat. Hmm, wonder how bad it is for people that wear fursuits… why are you thinking this?

Anywho, as you get off the metro and start your little trek toward the university, your eyes are immediately overwhelmed by the abundance of people in costume, both young and old, cutely enough. Good to know you’re not the only one who felt the spooky cheer, and even better to know that people won’t stare at you like you’re a wackass bitch who crawled out of a porn game into the real world through the screen (even though that’s exactly what you are), since they’re dressed to the nines as well. The costumes you see range from adorably cute to simple and classic to borderline pornographic, which gets some side eyes of judgment or blatant appreciation from those around them.

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⁀➷ 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐱 𝐌!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

⁀➷ 𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: when a fight with Clark ends abruptly the last thing you expected was for Clark to be at you window

The rain hadn’t stopped all evening. It wasn’t violent, just steady — like the sky had decided to cry for you because you were too tired to do it yourself. You sat on the edge of your bed, staring at the phone screen that still showed the last call that Ended abruptly. You didn’t even hear the first tap on your window. The second one made you blink. You turned, brow furrowed, and saw him — standing outside your window in the downpour.

“Clark?” you breathed, half in disbelief. You didn’t even think. You slid the window open and pulled him inside. He stumbled in a little, water dripping off him in steady streams. His dark hair clung to his forehead, the curve of his jaw glistening under the lamplight. His shirt — white, clinging — left nothing to the imagination. Every line of muscle, every breath he took showed through the thin fabric.

“Clark, what are you doing here?” you asked, voice softer than you meant it to be. He caught his breath, looking up at you through wet lashes. “I’m sorry,” he said immediately, his voice rough. “I know you don’t want to hear more excuses, but I couldn’t— I just couldn’t leave things like that.” You shook your head, half to stop him, half to keep yourself steady. “It’s fine, Clark. It started raining anyway—”

“No,” he interrupted, taking a step closer. “It’s not fine. I’ve been ignoring you. I know I have. You don’t deserve that.” You sighed, the anger draining as quickly as it had flared. He looked exhausted. Vulnerable. The rain had plastered his hair to his forehead, and you could see his chest rise and fall with every breath. You let out a small breath, almost a laugh. “Clark, you’re really wet.” He glanced down at himself like he was just realizing it. “Oh— sorry, I—”

You didn’t let him finish. You stepped forward and caught his face in your hands, the rain still cool on his skin. His lips were cold at first when you kissed him, but they warmed almost instantly against yours. Clark froze for half a second, startled — then melted into it. His hands found your waist, broad palms steady and sure. You felt the strength in him, but also the care — like he was holding something fragile.

He pulled back just enough to look at you, water still glinting on his skin. For a long, still moment, the only sound was the rain outside. Then, in a voice barely above a whisper, he said, “Can I make it up to you?” You smiled faintly. “Start by staying. Just… stay tonight.” Clark nodded. “I can do that.” He smiled faintly — that small, crooked smile that always seemed to undo you. “You have no idea how much I missed you,” he said.

“I think I do,” you replied softly, fingers tracing the edge of his collar as he leaned his forehead against yours, rain still pattering against the window behind you. The room was quiet again, just the sound of the storm, his breathing, and the warmth slowly returning to both of you.

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7 MONTHS: 西村力

pairing. lovers riki nishimura x f!reader

syn. 7 beautiful months with riki nishimura as your boyfriend — so why hasn’t he fucked you dumb yet?

part one | part two

an. this is such a silly ass threequel LMAOOO i just wanted them to fuck icl. does this count as porn with a barely strung together plot.. Sigh!!!!! its hard being a gooner. enjoy it anyway tho >_<

cw. 18+ mdni. he’s soft and mean idk what this is im sorry i couldnt make up my mind LOL dom niki he cums inside T_T he fucks u so silly but like hes sweet w it towards the end its ur first time tg established relationship of 7 months explicit language riki and reader both get a little insecure… piv size kink unprotected sex DONT FUCKING DO THIS Big dick Riki nishimura? The crowd screams Yes! afab!reader college au, but it’s not rly relevant here lol… pent up niki :p not proof read ! if u see any errors No u fuckin dont.. spit

playing. freak — doja cat, pillowtalk — zayn, earned it — the weeknd

also by the way join this discord server if u wna chat some more ! everyone’s free to join , writer or reader <3

it is well past midnight. 3:20 AM, to be specific.

you’re lying in bed in what seems to be riki’s apartment — the ceilings are high, making you feel smaller combined with riki’s arms wrapped around your waist — his chest is pressed flush against your back, nose just inches away from your hair.

three hours ago, you were stumbling into your apartment, drunk on the expensive wine riki insisted you try for your seventh month together. it’s honestly impressive how he manages to pull something extravagant every thirty-one days — it’s like he’s determined to outdo himself each time. for the first, you came home from a date to an apartment overflowing with flowers and candles. for the second, he brought up rings — “nothing serious,” he said, but the glint in his eyes when you slipped his on told you exactly where his heart was headed.

for the third, he gave you a scrapbook, pages filled with ridiculous photos of the two of you. near the end, he’d tucked in a few polaroids of you alone, each one captioned in his handwriting, messy and earnest. the fourth, fifth, and sixth were no less breathtaking — fireworks by the river, spontaneous trips, concerts to artists you’d loved since you were a little girl.

riki nishimura somehow did it all for you. the same boy you once thought would never call again, whose offer for a date you’d brushed off as a joke, ended up taking you on more than you could count on both hands — and with every one, he made it a little harder not to fall completely in love.

perhaps that’s why you simply do not understand why he has not tried to touch you. not once. perhaps that is why you’re rubbing yourself against his crotch, while he stirs in his half-asleep state at the friction.

now, you’re painfully sober and also slightly insecure at the realisation that your boyfriend does not want to fuck you. it seems a little childish, now that you’re really thinking about it — this man brought you home on his back, showered you, changed your clothes, and laid you in bed while you were drunk off your ass. there was no doubt about his love for you, so what seemed to be making your chest ache with such thoughts?

“what the fuck are you doing?” riki slurs, shifting his body around to fit you more comfortably against him. the warmth of his body makes you all the more needy, embarrassingly enough, because you begin to press yourself further into his lap.

“baby,” he mumbles, a heavy exhale leaving his lips — his voice is laced with tiredness, his pitch even deeper as he struggles to keep his eyes open. “come on.”

your heart pounds. riki’s hands move up and down your waist, his way of telling you that he knows you’re awake and that you’re doing this intentionally. if not for the visceral need brewing in your core, you’d be flustered and backing off of your boyfriend; it’s too bad that you need him more than your ego.

you thought tonight would’ve been it. expensive wine, pretty dress that he picked out for you, a text from him telling you to bring extra panties. it was quite the cliché, the kind of scene that would’ve played out in fifty shades if it replaced all the actual sex scenes with gray and steele cuddling.

the underwear was for you to change in after your shower. riki thought you’d get too drunk for the thirty minute cab ride home.

how sweet. so very sweet, but extremely torturous when you’re dating someone this irritatingly sexy. somehow, it makes you angry that he’s this respectful.

yes, obviously you loved riki nishimura for more than his cock (which mind you, you haven’t even seen yet), but there was this itch — the most annoying, sinister itch — that you needed to scratch. there was no way he could eat your pussy like a starved man one night, and refuse to fuck you the next — what about that damn promise?

‘i’ll cum on that pretty face next time’. that horrible, horrible liar.

you feel like some sort of sex demon with how much you think about fucking your own boyfriend. you’ve seen him walk around with his dick bulging in his sweats, talking to you like nothing was wrong, pretending like he wasn’t hard seeing you walk around in his clothes.

shit, you know he even dreams about fucking you when he whimpers your name in his sleep. you’re not stupid, after all — anyone with two functioning ears would be able to tell what he’s fantasising about.

it was barely one-sided with how hard riki stares at you, covering his hard-on with a pillow when you walk out of the shower — when you cook, when you study, when you’re anywhere near him: you see how his breathing stutters, how his face flushes, how his touches get rougher. everything was spelled out for you.

“you don’t want me?” you’re pouting, neck almost straining from turning to look at your lover. his eyes flutter, eyelashes batting slowly at you, almost in disbelief at what you just said.

is he dreaming or do you actually want to fuck? is this another sex dream, like the one where you were bent over the kitchen island? oh, maybe he’ll have you ride him—

“riki?”

no, you smell way too good to be fake — his dreams never got the details right. last week, you only had nine fingers instead of ten. but you definitely have ten now, warm and real against him, and you smell like an actual person — soft, human, breathing, undeniably you.

“want you?” riki echoes, lips smacking together as he lifts his head just enough to meet your gaze.

“of course i want you, baby.” he continues, letting his head drop back onto the pillow. his arms tense, pulling you closer when he realises you’ve shifted away — which, in riki’s mind, is absolutely unacceptable. you only pout at how oblivious he’s acting. “fuck—i’ve always wanted you.”

“obviously not in that way,” you mumble, barely audible even in the silence of the night. riki’s sharp ears still pick it up, his eyebrows raising at the slight attitude.

he’s still groggy as you push back against him, the warmth from your ass making his cock twitch in his sweats. still that little minx he met all those months ago. “what’s up with you?”

“i want you, riki,” you pout, heat rushing to your cheeks as you squirm under his heavy, large hands. “please.”

the plea comes out breathier than you wanted it to; as if you needed him now, or you’d die in ten seconds from extreme, chronic horniness.

with the way riki nishimura’s fingers press deeper into the flesh of your waist, a clear signal that he’s got exactly what you mean — you think you might die anyway.

it’s slow. riki’s still emerging from his sleepy, drowsy haze as you grind on his crotch. it’s working, for sure, but his dick is waking up ten times faster than his brain is — which is not at all good for his already lacking self control.

talk about thinking with your cock.

“baby,” riki groans, heavy pants of air leaving his lips as you angle your hips just right. you apply an addicting kind of pressure on him, all warmth and need, and it’s making his head spin and chest swell with pride. “you sure?”

his lips ghost against your shoulder, leaving small pecks as they trail up to your neck — all that discipline he’s built up ‘till now has been thrown out the window. once you say the word, he’ll have set it on fire.

riki nishimura swore to himself he wouldn’t fuck you until you were ready, until he was sure he wouldn’t hurt you — but now that you’re practically offering yourself to him on a silver platter, he can’t help himself anymore.

“yes,” you mutter. riki’s quick to help himself up at the green light, eyes shot open with adrenaline coursing through every single vein in his body.

he sits up on the mattress, and the sounds of sheets rustling loudly cuts through the thick silence. you find it a little funny how quick he is to slip his tank top off, his hands bundling the piece of clothing before throwing it to a dusty corner in his room — under the moonlight, you see your boyfriend’s skin glow with an oddly ethereal shine.

you’re still lying on your side until his fingers tap at your hips: “on your back,” riki commands, and the blush that dusts your face makes his lips curl into an arrogant smirk.

it’s strange how fast you follow his wishes. the sight that greets you is almost nostalgic; seven months ago, riki nishimura had you in a similar position.

same two hearts beating wildly, same two pairs of eyes staring into each other’s with a feeling that was bigger than the both of them. same two people breathing hard with hands unable to keep to themselves.

“so fucking needy,” riki mumbles, eyes zeroing on the shadow between your thighs — your shorts block his view before his fingers loop onto the waistband, effectively sliding them down your pretty legs. “bothering me when i’m sleeping. . . i’ve got practice tomorrow, y’know?”

riki sits between your legs, on his knees. the shadow he casts over you makes you shiver, his broad shoulders more pronounced under this dim lighting. your shorts are long gone by now, thrown into another insignificant corner of his room — right now, his thick fingers toy with the elastic band of your grey panties. his eyes are flickering with amusement at the sight of a wet patch right in the centre, and your thighs almost shut closed out of sheer embarrassment.

too bad his hands are faster than your legs, because he’s pinning them open — glued to the sheets, spread wide for his eyes.

“my pretty girl,” he titters, shaking his head to move stray hairs out of his face — he doesn’t want anything to censor his view of such a beauty. “you been waiting for this?”

you nod sheepishly at his question. your hands are unsure of where to go while his begin to slide your panties down your legs — they move with intent, a purpose that you find yourself a little fearful of. even with such sweet praise falling from his lips, you can’t help but catch the glint of amusement in his eyes.

“show me how much you want it,” riki whispers, as if it was something he wouldn’t dare utter too loud; it simply feels too sinful. “take off your clothes.”

it takes less than five seconds for you to fumble at your shirt, slide it off your shoulders and throw it to the floor right next to riki’s bedside table. he watches every eager movement of yours, fully knowing he’ll develop a sick addiction to this — the way you’re so eager to have him buried balls deep inside you, how you’re moving as quick as possible at his command — he knows he won’t stop after tonight.

“so cute,” riki comments, seeing your tits staring right at him; your nipples are hardened, cold from the night air, practically asking for his lips to latch onto them.

you watch as his thumbs hook into his sweatpants, heavy fabric pooling at his knees before your eyes zero in on the large imprint of his cock straining against his briefs. it’s a messy sight in front of you: blonde hair sticks to riki nishimura’s forehead, his lips slightly parted as his breath leaves him, heavy and laced with dangerous need. his eyes are familiarly dark, eyebrows furrowed as he watches your chest rise and fall.

“stop fucking staring,” you knee his hips, and it only makes him crack a smile. “you’re so annoying!”

“says you,” riki snickers, head dropping to look down at his own length begging to be let out from the constraints of his boxers — he sighs, before exchanging a glance with you. “you’re such a brat, [name].”

“your dick says otherwise,” the faux look of sympathy on your face makes his jaw twitch, teeth clenching, veins threatening to burst open at his forehead. “come on, riki—don’t you want me too?”

“little minx,” riki scoffs, sliding his spandex briefs down his thighs. he hisses at the feeling of fabric sliding over his sensitive tip, eyebrows knit together.

big does not begin to describe riki nishimura’s cock.

other than it’s size, it’s pretty. so begrudgingly pretty that you want to kill him from hiding it from you — but then again, you can’t blame him with how gorgeous it looks. he knows you well, admittedly, because there was no way in any alternate universe that you’d leave him alone otherwise.

“so you can stare, but i can’t?” riki’s tone is sprinkled with a hint of insecurity, his face beginning to flush a humiliating shade of pink. “fucking hypocrite.”

your heart is banging against your ribcage at the sight of him. sharp v-line that leads down to the prettiest cock you’ve ever seen, with a tip so pink that you want to wrap your lips around it ‘till it’s crying and swollen — you feel yourself soak the sheets at the thought alone.

no words were needed. you two needed each other, and quick.

riki spreads your legs wider, his hands flat against your inner thighs — your glistening cunt almost makes him pass out, his cock visibly twitching, while you can only watch with hearts in your eyes.

one of his hand wraps around his base before it slides up, slow and measured, as if he was holding himself back from slamming his hips into you; it’s a futile attempt at self control, but an attempt nonetheless.

riki strokes himself a few times, up and down his cock, and it’s hypnotizing. you watch with wide eyes, teeth scraping against your bottom lip, awaiting that sweet moment where he’d push his thick head past your entrance.

“you sure you want this?” riki mumbles, eyes drifting from his dick back to your sparkling eyes. he was starting to feel a little scared about how excited you looked. “i’ll be gentle. . . if you want. i don’t know, whatever—“

“baby,” you interrupt, eyes darting up to meet his. under that tough, dominant costume of his — riki’s still afraid of hurting you, his own face as red as a tomato. “if i wasn’t sure, i wouldn’t be waking you up five hours before class.”

he chuckles at the remark, heart feeling fuzzy at the reassurance you offer him. riki shifts forward slightly to align his tip with your hole, which he begins to doubt will fit him without his fingers — his hips still, the muscles in his arms tensing to keep his weight up; both of them lay beside your head, making you feel infinitely smaller.

you can hear his heavy breathing well when he’s this close — his forehead is resting against yours, and it’s a new kind of intimacy that’s beginning to unravel. the anxiety that pits it’s way into your stomach hasn’t gone away and very large part of you is still unsure if he’d fit without knocking you out cold — but with how wet he’s gotten you, it’s sure to be an easy feat.

“riki,” you huff, “please—i need you.”

the corners of his lips curl upwards into a grin, glossy from him biting down on it. he stares at you with blown pupils and hearts in his eyes, a thin sheen of sweat coating his skin: riki wants to get the best view of you when he finally sinks his cock inside.

his head tilts slightly, that perfect angle to meet your lips in something romantic, the complete opposite of what he’s about to put you through. your tongues meet, swirling, moans and saliva exchanging as riki nishimura begins to sink himself nice and slow — the head of his cock slides past your folds, that tight ring of muscle, and finally meets your warm walls in holy, sweet matrimony.

“fuck,” riki groans, breaking the kiss to look down at where you two connect. “so tight.”

the stretch makes you tense up. your arms wrap around his neck, nails dragging along the bare skin of his back and leaving deep imprints of your nails; your legs are twitching around him, but riki thinks he’s still more fucked than you, with the way his mind is beginning to blank and his cock is begging to pound that pussy of yours.

“r-riki,” you hiccup, “i want you. please.”

when you begin to roll your hips against him, riki’s hissing at the contact — your gummy walls are so sickeningly warm, wet, welcoming — graced by heaven itself.

riki thinks he’ll cum faster than a horny teenager at the sight of this. his girlfriend spread wide for him, with eyes so big and a cunt so needy that it’s sucking him in like a fucking vacuum, so greedy and demanding for something he’s not sure he can hold out long enough to give.

“i’m gonna cum if i move,” he chuckles, half-joking. his hips are meeting your pelvis, leaking tip beginning to kiss your cervix — you feel the air in your lungs being stolen, cunt stuffed full with riki’s annoyingly big cock, all while he unintentionally teases you. “shit—this is so fucked.”

“then cum in me,” the words fall off your tongue like instinct, as if it was something you’ve been waiting to say for hours. “. . . until you can’t.”

riki nishimura cannot believe what he’s hearing. he also cannot believe how his cock twitches so unbelievably hard upon doing so.

“is that what you want?” riki simpers. his palms are flat on the mattress, pushing himself up. he sits with his knees folded, head looking down at you sprawled beneath him, legs enveloped around his waist like you’d die if he disappeared. “for your riki to fuck you full?”

all sense has left your brain. now, it’s just riki. riki, riki, riki. everything was riki. cock buried to the hilt with his face filling every crevice in your brain — and it feels too fucking good to come down from.

his thumbs find your hips, ensuring a tight grip; he doesn’t want you squirming and running away when he has you screaming his name, squirting all over his cock, begging to slow his pace — what you ask, he will give, at his full capacity.

“you’ll take everything i give you, right?”

you nod desperately at both questions. riki’s going crazy seeing your cute reactions, hips wiggling with need, completely oblivious to what he’s about to do to you.

his hips begin to retract, clusters of blonde hair falling over his face as he leans slightly forward to look down at the mess you’ve made; it’s pathetic, really, that ring of slick you’ve left at the base of his shaft. he thinks he’ll have you lick it clean after.

your cunt cries as he continues to pull away and it takes everything in him not to slam his hips back into you. he wants to tease, just a little, a kind of getback for you waking him up so early just to use his cock — just like the slut he always knew you were, deep down.

you sniffle as you feel yourself emptying. your cunt’s clenching around nothing, waiting for that sweet moment riki nishimura finally indulges you again.

“my good girl, my [name],” he hisses, feeling just as impatient as you — the clock was about to hit four in the morning, but all he wants is to take his time with you. “so patient for me.”

riki’s hip still before slamming back into you, and all it does is earn a strained moan — his jaw is hung, heavy breaths and soft moans filling your ears — and your nails begin to break at his skin, drawing trace amounts of blood.

“r-riki—!”

he’s barely listening. all he can hear is the sounds of your squelching pussy around his cock, and right now, that’s the only sound that matters to him. “greedy fucking girl,” he spits, leaking tip grazing against your cervix in a way that has you gasping for air. “you been waiting for this?”

your words are catching in your throat. all you can taste is riki, all you can feel is riki, and all you can think about is fucking riki — he’s drilling into you at a brutal pace, much too merciless for a girl he claims to love with all his soul — and for reasons you don’t understand, all it does it stir something deep in your chest. “y-yes, yesyesyes, fuck—“

“my poor baby,” riki pouts, pulling his hips out only to slam himself back in. it’s fast, deep, passionate and laced with faux sympathy. “i kept y-you waiting, huh? should i say sorry?”

“f-fuuuuck, riki!” you scream, and riki can only snicker at how fast you’ve fucked yourself stupid on him. his tongue swipes against his bottom lip, expression focused with eyes watching your every move. he loves how your lips part, how your tits bounce with every sloppy stroke, how your cunt is squelching so loud around his shaft — occasionally, he looks down to admire how it glistens.

“s-sorry baby,” he moans. one of his hands lay flat on your belly, feeling every movement of his cock dragging inside of you. his eyes almost roll back at feeling himself fuck you full, the bulge of his cock running against his palm, only separated by your flesh — the sensation is driving him crazy. “you’ll have to forgive me, y-yeah?”

tears begin to prick at your waterline, blurring your vision. riki’s abs tighten with every stroke, a thin veil of sweat now coating all of his skin. the sounds that come from the two of you are straight pornographic: you couldn’t shut up, and riki’s fucking into you like he won’t see you again.

the noises of wet skin smacking, two bodies colliding like it was the last night on earth. it’s filthy, the room smells like sin, sex and everything that was pent up and locked away for 7 months straight — you see it in riki, jaw hung as he moans into the air, feeling every squeeze of your pussy around him.

“s-so fucking good, riki—fuck—feels so good!”

it’s nice to know he was losing himself as much as you were. a little bit of an ego inflation, actually.

“perfect fuckin’ pussy—“ riki lets a ball of spit fall onto your clit, before his his thumb begins to rub frantic circles at the swollen bud. that’s all it takes for you to throw your head back into the sheets, your hands covering your mouth before you’d scream so loud that the whole of gangnam would hear. he’s drinking all of you up, seeing you twitch uncontrollably underneath him. “gonna cum? yeah? feel you squeezing me.”

it’s scary how he predicts it before you — almost like clockwork, you feel your tummy clenching, a dangerous pressure building inside of your core as riki nishimura continues to pound your pussy like it did something wrong. you’re a whimpering mess, strands of hair, now damp with sweat, sticks to your skin.

“so messy,” riki groans, still thumbing your clit like you were a fucking xbox controller. your free hand flies to his wrist in a futile attempt to slow him down, but all it does is drive his hips into you with a new kind of intensity.

his strokes get slower, deeper, and it’s making you choke on your own saliva with how stupidly thick he seems to grow with every hit of his tip against your cervix. he has you throbbing around him with every drag of his cock, eyes crossing and toes curling so perfectly.

“cum all over my dick,” riki spits, half-lidded eyes locked in on yours. “fuck—i wanna cum with you, baby—please, cum all over me.”

your mind is blank, the only thing you manage to do being moaning and screaming his name into the air. you feel yourself clamping down on him, pussy sobbing with every single time he empties himself out of you; the wind is being knocked out of your lungs with every haphazard stroke of his hips, and it’s becoming clear how close you two are to finishing.

“g-gonna cum, riki, i’m gonna cum—! fuck, right there—“

he knows. he can feel it, every squeeze, every clench of your walls that beg him not to pull out once he brushes against that sweet spot of yours. you never needed to say it — riki nishimura knew your body better than you. it’s an insult to think otherwise.

“fuck, baby,” he moans, leaning forward to trap you between his biceps once more. he feels so needy, so clingy for thinking this: all riki has been thinking about from the moment he undressed you was cumming in that perfect pussy, mouths meeting in a kiss. you’d moan into his mouth, feeling warm spurts of him fill you to the brim, choking on your own saliva as he’d press his lips harshly against yours to silence your screams.

so that’s exactly what he does.

his hips slam into you, one final time before you’re coming undone — it’s hard, fast, so mindblowingly intense that your vision comes and goes. the pressure that builds up inside of your core practically implodes inside of you, and riki feels it too. you’re cumming all over him, coating the base of his dick with wet, sticky fluid.

“s-shit,” riki’s lips ghost against yours, before he leans in and shares a teeth-clashing kiss with you; you breathe into each other, while riki’s trying his best not to empty himself into you the moment he feels you creaming all over his dick — the least he could do. “so perfect, [name]—gonna fill you up nice and full, hmm?”

you nod, words nowhere to be found. your brain is short-circuiting, your skin feels like it’s on fire and riki’s still rutting into you like he’s in a life or death situation. his lips latch onto yours once again, before his hips are stuttering and his cock is twitching violently inside of your warm walls.

the kiss was a good idea. if not for that saving grace, he’d die of humiliation from you hearing the way he moans your name — something that used to be reserved for his occasional jerk-off-to-my-girlfriend sessions late into the night.

still, it happens ten times harder for riki nishimura. he crashes, fully, weight sinking down on you. every muscle in his body tenses as he cums inside of you, his hips stuttering as it comes out in warm, sticky spurts. you writhe under him, arms and legs wrapping around his large body.

“shit,” he breathes, pulling away from the kiss just as he settles between your legs. he’s plugging you closed, your insides feeling warm as cum settles inside your hole. he’ll make sure you don’t waste a drop.

a few quiet beats stretch between you. your eyes stay locked, faces flushed and glistening, breaths mingling in the warm space between you. neither of you move — it’s too perfect, too fragile to break. the world outside feels far away, irrelevant compared to the desperate rhythm of your heart against his.

“riki,” you whisper, a small, almost bashful smile curving your lips. he looks at you like he’s still trying to believe you’re real, as if he can’t quite comprehend how you ended up here. “we have class in less than four hours.”

you’re both still panting, breaths shallow, lungs trying to even out after everything. riki’s eyes are wide, pupils blown and glassy under the dim light. for a moment, he just stares at you — then lets out a low, disbelieving laugh that vibrates against your skin.

“there’s no fucking way we’re showing up,” he mutters, voice low and hoarse, the edges softened with something familiarly close to affection. “shit, i’m gonna be so tired. . . you’re such a fucking problem.”

“me?” you giggle, pressing a light kiss to his lips, teasing. “you wanted it too, you know. . .”

riki doesn’t even try to argue — just exhales a quiet laugh before doing what he does best: silencing you with a kiss so deep, so consuming, that all the words you meant to say dissolve against his mouth.

“you’re so annoying,” you mumble, breaking the kiss, your voice still unsteady. riki just rolls his eyes, that familiar grin tugging at his lips — the one that always gets him exactly what he wants.

“you love me, don’t you?” he teases, gaze steady, searching.

you try to scoff, to look away, but the warmth in his eyes catches you off guard — all soft edges and quiet certainty. you sigh, defeated, your fingers tracing the outline of his jaw.

he doesn’t need an answer — he knows you too well. instead, he sinks against your chest, listening to the steady rhythm of your heartbeat. for a moment, everything is still, until your hips start to squirm and you’re pushing at him, laughing through your complaints about how heavy he is.

the next morning, you’re showing up to class with tired eyes and a sore ass that has you shifting in your seat every five minutes.

stupid riki nishimura.

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FIFTEEN MINUTES

• CLARK KENT x MALE!READER

SUMMARY —You promised yourself you were done with impossible men—especially the kind already promised to someone else. Especially when that someone else was your sister.

Metropolis makes a habit of testing promises. The night you meet Clark Kent—black hair tamed into obedience, blue eyes that see too much, shoulders filling a navy suit like it was built around him—you feel the rulebook in your chest loosen a stitch.

WARNING! 18+MDNI. Suggestive Langauge. Sexual Themes.

WORDS! 13.1k

AUTHOR'S NOTE! here we are with another Clarkie fic, this idea was stuck in my head and I had to get it out. The excitement of Clark sneaking around with his brother in law was something I couldn’t imagine anyone not wanting to see.✨🥹

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"the fuck is this" toji held the condom up like it was some foreign object he had never knew about "a condom, i think we should start using more protection y'know" you were all bright eyed while saying it that he almost when with it until he realized where he was.

in nothing but his plaid boxers with you sat on top of his thick growing boner, it was surely a wonderful sight "any other time you wouldn't care if i fucked load after load into you all night" he was smug with it "why cant we just try something different for once hm it'll be fun" you peeled the wrapper of the condom back and handed it to him.

"fine whatever" he rolled his eyes and reluctantly pulled his boxers off and slid the weak piece of plastic on his length, all he wanted to do was have you babbling on his cock right now and if that means he has to put on some shitty condom then so be it.

"thank you" you pepper kisses all over his face, lifting yourself up and lowering yourself on his thick cock "fuck yeah" his breath was a little shaky, smirk on his face while he controlled your movements, he did hate how little he could actually feel your warm hole but the tightness still was the best.

"fuck this" he mutters to himself flipping you on your back and ramming his cock in you at such a pace it had your mind reeling, caging your head in with his big arms "i love it" you wrap your hands around his back, ankles clasping together behind his waist.

"yeahhh you love that right" he smiles at your contorting face and you eagerly nod your head, toji was smiling wide knowing what he was going to do, the moment you were deep in the moment he sneakily took the condom off, slamming his dick nice and deep in you as he blew his thick load.

just as you were about to complain it felt to good to actually say anything, especially with tojis hand wrapped around your neck and his teeth nipping at your lips it was impossible to even get any words out, but soon you actually did come down from your high.

"you're the worst" you laugh "is that why you're rocking your ass onto me right now" he asked knowing you definitely wanted more "maybe" you lean in to kiss him a bit more.

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Geiler Kerl mit geilem fetten Schwanz 🔥 😍

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sweat it out | but can’t two people reconnect?

PAIRING : toxic ex!soobin x male!reader

SUMMARY : after a boring night, a sudden text from your very toxic ex, choi soobin, leads you to sneak out of a party despite your best friend's contradicting opinions on soobin. it can't be that bad of an idea right..?

CONTAINS : smut + angst, this is lwk dark, toxic + emotional manipulation, possesive dom!soobin, sub!reader, minor dubcon, dacryphilia, qrecording, degradation, multiple orgasms, dumbification, dick riding, overstimulation, some use of petnames, reader is down bad, mention of big dick soobin, (basically) no aftercare

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beomgyu’s party isn’t that bad... it’s just loud. a little hot. that, and you’re buzzed enough to laugh at the dumb jokes, to let someone shove a half-empty solo cup in your hand without thinking. it’s comfortable.

beomgyu’s sprawled on the couch yelling at the tv, music’s bleeding out from a bluetooth speaker shoved behind a plant, and someone’s in the kitchen threatening to shotgun a beer through a pringles can.

you check your phone because you feel it vibrate, not expecting much.

and there it is.

soobin [1:36am] hey. i know it’s late, but… would it be weird if i said i miss you? you don’t have to come or anything. i just… keep thinking about you tonight.

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w.c › 7.4k

warnings › bottom male reader.

plot › A loanshark is terrorizing your community, so you try “scaring” him off. He thinks you’re a dumb fool who will make the perfect plaything after his last toy… unfortunately broke beyond repair.

kinks › manhandling, degradation, semi-pet play, dacryphilia

words to know › P/Phi (พี่) — title used for someone older, can also be a sibling. Nong (น้อง) — title used for someone younger, also for siblings. Khun (คุณ) — Mr/Ms/You. Hia (เฮีย) — “an older brother”, used mostly for an older male with Chinese ancestry. Sawatdee khrap/kha (สวัสดีครับ/สวัสดีค่ะ) — “hello”, khrap ending is for men, kha ending is for women.

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corporate dinner - choi san

coworker!san x coworker!m!reader

genre: corporate!au, friends to lovers, mutual pining, a little bit angsty, a little bit suggestive

wordcount: 4.7k words wth

cw: swearing, alcohol is part of the plot! a bit suggestive? I guess? a teeny tiny bit angsty. lmk if I missed anything!

note: the wanteez episodes of ateez drinking ignited this, I still can't stop thinking about whiny pouty san... probably not the last you will hear of this prompt, could imagine writing a part two that involves smut... anyways enjoy reading!!!

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world class sin : 1 chain reaction

sim jaeyun, park sunghoon, park jongseong x male reader.

The cameras move in before the dust settles. What used to be their dorm is now a set — lights softened, angles planned, and every movement up for broadcast. The reality show begins with four boys, three rooms, and too much tension packed into too little space. Jay stays behind the lens. Sunghoon keeps quiet. Jake watches more than he should. And then there’s Y/n — the last to arrive, but the first thing the camera chooses. He doesn’t ask why he’s there. He just settles in. And by the end of the night, nothing feels like it belongs to them anymore.

warnings: idol!reader, objectification, noncon(?), voyeurism, possessiveness, psychological tension, industry power dynamics, masturbation, emotional manipulation, subtle gaslighting, obsessive behavior, celebrity exploitation, toxic dorm dynamics, dark themes of identity loss, performance vs. reality, aestheticization of grief and desire, morally gray characters, elitism within the industry, unresolved jealousy, subtle yandere behavior, inspired by The Idol and Anora.

Content Warning + Author’s Note World Class Sin is a fictional story. It is not real. The characters portrayed here are fictionalized versions inspired by public figures, but they do not reflect the real personalities, actions, or values of anyone in real life. This story is created purely for fictional storytelling and emotional exploration — nothing in it should be read as truth, reality, or a commentary on real people. This fic is made of dramatized emotions, and heightened dynamics set within a stylized, pressurized version of the global idol industry. Though it explores intensity, control, and desire, it is not intended to reflect what is healthy, safe, or good in real life. This story includes themes that may be emotionally heavy or difficult for some readers — such as emotional manipulation, objectification, isolation, possessiveness, psychological pressure, voyeuristic or obsessive dynamics, and moments where characters are treated as products instead of people. It also includes mature or NSFW scenes that reflect those imbalances — shaped by tension, not tenderness. The characters are morally gray. They are flawed, reckless, and often driven by desire more than compassion. They do things that are not admirable. And while those choices may be compelling in fiction, they are not excuses for real behavior — and they are not meant to romanticize harm. If you’re someone who’s sensitive to themes of control, emotional coercion, unwanted attention, or being dehumanized — please read with care. If at any point something in this story feels too close to home, too sharp, too familiar — you are allowed to stop. You never need to push through discomfort to prove anything. There is no story more important than your peace. You are not someone’s fantasy. You do not have to be ruined to be seen, or hurt to be held. If this story ever makes you feel small, unsafe, or alone — please, please take space. Close the tab. Drink water. Text someone who sees you clearly. Come back only if and when it feels right. And if it never feels right again — that’s okay too. Please don’t force yourself to return. This story does not deserve more of you than you’re able to give. From writer to reader — I care about you. I care about your well-being more than this plot or any fictional moment. You matter more than anything written here. Your softness, your boundaries, and your safety are always worth protecting. Please take care of yourself. You’re never alone in choosing yourself. With care, Luke

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Sheriff's Wanted

╰┈➤ Summary: MITO has been hunting down this outlaw for a long time now. Making sure no stone was left unturned and it was solely him who got to bring the person in with no help. After messing with nearby towns and sections for a long time. But how could he kill of the person, when it was his favorite

╰┈➤ WC: 9.3k

╰┈➤Pairings: Cowboy! Mito x Male Reader

╰┈➤Genre: Non-idol au, wild west, smut

╰┈➤ Warnings: language, unprotected sex, petnames, oral (male receiving) car sex,

╰┈➤Ratings: 18+ MDNI, NSFW,

╰┈➤ Networks: @othersideoutlawsnetwork, @ksmutsociety

╰┈➤ Banner: @shadowkoo <3