Hiromi loves eating you. It's no longer just a passion; it's a habit, a basic human need. His brain is as dependent on your taste as it is on his morning coffee—he literally needs it to function. It's his ultimate stress reliever.
He always comes home exhausted, carrying the heavy weight of the day. A normal guy might want a hot shower or to immediately crash in bed, but Hiromi's mind goes straight to your soaking wet pussy. He doesn't waste time. He just loosens his tie, drops onto the sofa with a heavy sigh, and pats his thigh, silently beckoning you over.
And when he finally has you hovering right over his face? He breathes out another long sigh, waiting patiently for you to settle into a comfortable position. Then, he gets to work. He doesn't devour you out of frantic hunger; he does it with absolute mastery, patience, and deep desire. He gives you long, lingering strokes, savoring your taste so he can commit it to memory long after he's finished. He's always annoyingly meticulous, honing in on the exact spots that made you moan the night before. Your taste is the only thing that forces his brain to finally switch off, making him realize he's home—that he doesn't need to worry about paperwork or anything else for the next few hours.
When you grind against his nose, it makes him melt into a muffled moan. His hands go straight to your thighs, squeezing hard enough to leave bruises for later while he completely loses himself in tasting you. Try to cum before he's fully satisfied? He'll slap your thigh in warning. Try to stand up? He'll grip you tighter and look up at you with the same serious, tired expression he wears at work, one eyebrow raised as if silently asking, 'is something wrong?" But to you, it doesn't look serious at all. It's almost pathetic, and incredibly cute. He's staring up at you with his nose and lips slick with your wetness, looking like a sulky child who just had their favorite candy taken away. Don't tease him too much, he really needs you.
Sorry for the mistakes in English, it's not my native language
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Warnings: solo masturbation, Zayne being a simp missing his wife (kind of OOC?), Not revised, it's been a long time since I last wrote so there may be many errors, sorry.
When he entered, the place greeted him with a welcome devoid of joy
Silence was something Zayne usually appreciated— a necessary balm after twelve hours surrounded by the chaotic cacophony of the hospital, the beeping monitors, and the urgent demands of life and death. But tonight, the silence felt heavy. It felt cold. It was the specific, hollow silence that only existed because she wasn't there.
He stepped into the bedroom, his movements heavy with a bone-deep exhaustion that went beyond the physical. It had been a grueling shift, followed by overtime he hadn’t planned on taking, but there was no reason to rush home when the person who made this place a home was hundreds of miles away on a work trip
Zayne didn't even turn on the lights. The ambient glow of the city filtering through the curtains was enough to navigate to the edge of the bed. He knew he should shower. He could feel the clinical sterility of the hospital clinging to his skin, a sharp contrast to the warmth he craved. But his body, usually so disciplined, staged a mutiny.
Just a minute. He would lie down for just a minute... until the muscle and mental pain subsided a little.
He let himself fall forward, his face hitting the cool surface of the pillow with a soft, welcoming plop
It wasn’t just a pillow. It was hers. The moment he inhaled, his senses were flooded. It was a subtle, complex bouquet that no chemical formula could replicate—the floral notes of the night cream she applied religiously, the fresh, airy scent of her shampoo, and beneath it all, the warm, sweet musk that was undeniably, uniquely her.
If she were here, she would be scolding him right now. He could almost hear her voice, playful but firm, telling him he was contaminating the sheets with hospital germs. She would tell him to go shower, but she would probably be clinging to his arm while she said it. If she were here, they would be kissing—slow, languid kisses that tasted of toothpaste, some sweet drink he had on the way home and fatigue, eventually drifting into the shower together to wash away the day under the spray of hot water.
If she were here—
The thought trailed off, severed by a sharp, demanding throb low in his belly.
Zayne shifted his hips against the mattress, a frown creasing his forehead as he realized the betrayal of his own body. He was hard. Again. It was a conditioned response at this point; every night she was gone, his body ached for her with a persistence that defied his logic.
He didn't want to get up. The exhaustion was a physical weight pressing him into the mattress, but the arousal was a live wire, buzzing and hot. He was too drunk on her scent to move away. He buried his nose deeper into the fabric, inhaling greedily, his hips rolling instinctively against the bedding.
A ragged sigh tore from his throat, muffled by the pillow. This was unsustainable, If he could, he would freeze his own penis sometimes...
"..."
"..."
"ugh..."
With a resignation that bordered on defeat, Zayne’s hands moved. He didn’t sit up. He simply rolled onto his side, his fingers working blindly but deftly. He loosened the knot of his tie, pulling the silk loop free, before moving to the buttons of his dress shirt. He popped the top two, the cool air hitting his chest doing nothing to cool the heat pooling in his groin.
He felt ridiculous. He was Zayne, the Cardiac Surgeon, the Foreseer, a man known for his icy composure. And yet, here he was, rubbing himself against a mattress like a teenager because he missed his wife.
He stopped moving, lifting his face from the pillow before turning to face the ceiling. He stared up at the shadowed ceiling, his hair disheveled, his cheeks dusted with a faint, rare flush that the darkness mercifully hid.
With surgical precision, his hand moved to his belt. The metallic clink of the buckle echoed in the quiet room. He unzipped his trousers and shoved them down just enough to free himself.
He looked down. Through the dim light, he could see the white fabric of his boxer briefs strained tight, the outline of his erection undeniable.
"Pathetic" he muttered to the empty room.
But he was a man. A tired, hardworking man who had spent the last week saving other people’s hearts while his own felt vacant. It was a simple human need, he told himself. A physiological necessity.
He hooked his thumb over the waistband of his underwear and freed himself. His cock sprang free, heavy and hot, the head swollen and dark with blood. A bead of pre-cum already glistened at the slit, weeping in anticipation.
Zayne sighed, his head falling back against the mattress. He wrapped his hand around the base of his shaft.
It wasn't that good; his hand was calloused, cold, full of scars. He didn't have the tact to be gentle with his own penis like his wife's warm, soft hand was, but it was the only thing he had at the moment, It was that or nothing.
He moved his fist. Once. Twice.
A sharp, upward stroke. He watched through half-lidded eyes as the head of his penis disappeared slightly into the foreskin before emerging again, slick with fluid. It felt... adequate. It alleviated the itch, even if it didn't cure the ache in his chest.
He created a slow and slightly lazy rhythm. He didn't have the energy to reach for the nightstand drawer for lubricant. He relied on his own body's reaction, making calm, steady strokes until he was slick enough to increase the pace without friction burn.
The room filled with the sound of his ragged breathing and the wet, sticky slap of skin against skin.
He closed his eyes, and she was there.
He didn't conjure images of naked bodies or pornography. He thought of her lips. The way they parted when she was surprised. The way her skin felt under his fingertips—impossibly soft, radiating a warmth that could melt his ice, his cold heart and body in seconds.
“Zayne…”
He could almost hear her whispering his name.
"a-aghn"
His hips bucked upward, meeting his hand with renewed urgency. He hadn't realized how sensitive he was; just the phantom echo of her voice in his mind sent a jolt of electricity down his spine. More pre-semen leaked out, coating his palm, making the movements faster, messier.
He reached up, grabbing the loose end of his tie that still hung around his neck, and bit down on the silk. He needed to stifle the sound.
He squeezed tighter, his rhythm abandoning all semblance of calm. He stroked faster, twisting his wrist at the top, chasing the friction. His brows knitted together in concentration and pleasure.
Her smile.
He never had words to describe how beautiful her smile was; it was warmer than the sun. That smile, radiating her happiness, made him want to do everything to keep it alive forever, He couldn't imagine a future where that smile wasn't there.
He groaned into the tie, the sound broken and guttural. A curse word died in his throat, tangled with her name. His body went rigid, toes curling into the mattress. He was going to finish too quickly, but he didn't care. He just wanted the release. He wanted the tension to snap.
He stroked harder, faster, his mind filled with nothing but her light.
"Hnnngh—"
With one final, desperate thought of her face, Zayne unraveled.
He came hard, his hips jerking upward as he spilled his release. He let out a long, broken groan, the tie slipping from his lips as his head fell back. He nearly bit his tongue as the waves of pleasure crashed through him, intense and blinding.
Thick, hot spurts of semen coated his fist, dripping down to stain his dress pants and his chest
For a long moment, he didn't move. He lay there, chest heaving, his heart hammering a frantic rhythm against his ribs, sweat cooling on his forehead. The silence returned, but the tension was broken.
Zayne exhaled a long, shaky breath. He lifted his hand, looking at the mess he’d made.
"Laundry, bath... and eat something" he whispered to himself, his voice raspy.
He needed to strip the bed. He needed to shower. But first, he reached for his phone on the nightstand. His thumb hovered over her contact.
His body was relieved, but his heart wasn't; he needed to hear about her day
Tw: anguish(?), a little bit of the use of this theory , English is not my first language :(
───────夢の中であなたを見ます──────
dawnbreaker zayne! who dreams of you in the middle of the night, where the world is quiet and your hands are warm in his. who wakes up with a smile—small, fleeting—like the dream is the only place he still remembers what peace feels like.
dawnbreaker zayne! who dreams of one of Dr. Zayne’s memories—you, hands on your hips, scolding him for eating too much chocolate. who wakes up with a soft ache in his chest, wishing you were still there to steal his chocolate and nag him into eating real food.
dawnbreaker zayne! who remembers a dream where you were praising Dr. Zayne’s hands—tracing the lines, kissing every scar like they were sacred. who wakes up staring at his own bruised, bloodied knuckles, wondering if you’d still take them in yours. wondering if you’d kiss these hands, too—despite what they’ve done, despite what they’ve become.
dawnbreaker zayne! who sometimes has strangely vivid dreams where he feels your warmth—your breath on his skin, your love wrapped around him like sunlight. as if, just for a moment, he switched places with Dr. Zayne and borrowed his life. but always wakes up too fast, in that cold gray room with worn walls and silence thicker than air.
dawnbreaker zayne! who, in moments of quiet, still whispers your name into the darkness. not to call you back, but to remember the sound of it. the way your name once brought warmth instead of emptiness.
Your dr. zayne(?) who sometimes says “I’ll miss you” at random moments, as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. He doesn’t even seem to notice when the words leave his lips—like they’re slipping out from somewhere deep inside of him
Boothill doesn't know if he can call it sex but for him it's definitely something more intimate than anything, it's a moment he longs for, a moment that makes him feel human again, You touch his body and all he can do is imagine your warm touch, it's like a fever dream in which it seems very realistic but it's still a dream, a sweet dream for a broken heart. But he is awakened from his thoughts by the only sentence that runs through his head.—Do machines dream? he lets out a deep chuckle that comes out as just a soft snore to his thought, a purr that makes you smell the cheap malt on his breath “Touch me, Darlin'“ he speaks in a low tone, his accent predominating in the simple sentence that comes out of his mouth like a request— no, maybe like an order, a need.
And when you touch him, yes when you place your warm, soft hands on his face he almost lets out a strangled sigh before forcing himself to close his eyes, enjoying your warm touch. It's so little but so good that it's torture for him, But Boothill is used to being content with little, but when it's about you? He'd die again to be able to feel a little more, feel the heat of your naked body on his body, feel his metallic fingers kneading your skin that felt like the most delicious and soft thing possible, his favorite delightful to take, to possess, to have, to look at every morning of his life
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after my last post and threats...i love you guys, please don't kill me, forgive me <33 here some old things to relax after the last quest... (I lost my chat with Moze)
characters: Xavier, Rafayel, Zayne, Sylus, Luke & Kieran
warnings: Crack, don't take it seriously, not reviewed, GN reader, use of the word dick in Sylus' part only once, but really nothing explicit I think
n/a: did you see some parts cut? if so I'm sorry, this has been with me for a while and it was a big smut actually but I tried to redo it- sylus part was so big it was a whole one shot i cut off lmao, Happy bday Doktah zayne
Xavier
Xavier is watching attentively but not like a movie but like a documentary in his mind, he is using all his brain cells to remember important points of the scene. Do you like the scene in front of you? Do you like it when the man does those things? Okay, so he'll remember to be a little more dominant next time, the movements, some lines... he'll try to remember that if you find it hot...
Xavier is more attentive to observing you and your reactions than in the scene, he already has what he needs so he observes closely... your cute little smiles, your lip bites, your low giggles, sighs... he doesn't really like you giving such reactions to another guy, even if it's on TV, he'll still let it go this time since he'll use what he learned to his advantage
(If you look to the side you will see Xavier looking at you sideways while he has a pillow on his lap, he looks a little angry)
Zayne
He's fine with what you chose to watch, he won't blink because of you even if the movie is boring, although he's a little surprised by the kind of movie you like, he expected something more... innocent? romcom... something like that, not a dark romance full of whips, ropes, candles being used in unconventional situations... even fruits are in it?!
He is shocked... although still cold on the outside, looking at you, the little creature next to him, looking innocent, smiles at the scene unfolding on TV, he just sighs after all you are small but you are still a big box of surprises.
At the end he will be warning you about the risks of using items or anything unconventional for that type of thing.
Rafayel
"Oh you destroyed my innocence, you monster"
That's what he'll say at the end of the movie, even though he watched it all the way through and with a carefree smile on his lips, he seemed more used to all the heavy stuff in the movie. Of course, none of those fake scenes can beat the dirtiest thoughts he has about you. If that's what people like, then his thoughts about you would win four Oscars. He could make a movie with more than four hours in seven different settings with more than twenty hotter scenes than this one with you in a single day.
He is more interesting than a lame movie with bad acting performances and he will show you after the movie is over
Sylus
Sylus is judging the entire movie, laughing at how different things are from real life, and how bad the lead actor was, although the movie was a bit similar to your first meeting...
"Do you like watching this kind of stuff? I thought you were a well-behaved kitten..." Sylus murmurs softly in your ear pulling you closer as he tightens his arms around your waist as the two of you lie on the couch.
"My dick is way bigger than his, and who needs so many toys to make sure their partner come at least once?" He says with slight sarcasm, a chuckle almost like a light heavy purr echoes from him before you respond.
"but you have a room just like the one in the movie with some toys too"
Sylus just raises an eyebrow at this before sighing and replying while drawing circles on his waist with his thumb "No Kitten... those are not 'toys' they are items for real torture, the first thing you thought when you entered my work room was 'wow bdsm toys?' you are dirtier than I thought love."
Luke and Kieran
You got Luke, You got Kieran
and now you have one on each side sitting next to you while the three of you watch the movie together, even though it didn't go as planned.
The movie was more of a comedy to them than anything, it was almost like taking the boys to an amusement park, first they didn't like the male actor, they found him tacky or even compared him to Sylus a little to the point of choking on laughter, they were rooting for the girl in the movie to break up with the guy and have an independent life, saying lines from the movie to you and telling you how lucky you are to not have just one guy but two guys who could make a better dark romance and that you wouldn't need to call the police on them...
"Boss has a room just like this room in the movie... do you think Boss is actually a dom who likes BDSM?" Luke asks looking at you and his brother on the other side of the couch, both with their arms around your waist, Kieran just rolls his eyes slightly
"no, I still think Boss is a secret Wanderer, I'm sure he turns into one every night, that's why he doesn't sleep...Mc can confirm this"
Warnings: no pronouns used, female anatomy name used (pussy only), cum description, creampie, porn with no plot, not reviewed, pre character, Written on a very bad keyboard.
A/n: I forgot this account existed/j, but seriously I'm testing new things in the nsfw part...I'm also thinking about opening the message box...
You sigh tiredly, lying on your stomach and feeling your hole sore and raw, the feeling of the remnants of the love sessions on your body causing you slight discomfort, Drool dries in the corner of your mouth, tears dry in the corners of your beautiful eyes and the feeling of dry sperm all over your thighs, ass and pussy.
But all this discomfort of dirt is ignored by the real pain in your body, the pain throbbing between your legs as you feel the sensitivity even in the cold in the shared room together with the pain of the bites and bruises that appear on your neck and shoulders, your knees threatening to give way and collapsing on the bed while you enjoy your minutes of rest.
Jiaoqiu is between your legs looking completely fine unlike you, he spreads your wet folds with a finger, absorbed in watching the cum from your third round dripping from your hole abused, He smiles with a satisfied smile as if he has created a new dish with good healing qualities, licking his lips lightly as he denies the pleasure of sticking his nose between your pussy and eating you as you are, It doesn't matter if you are filled with his sperm or not he would eat you with pleasure, if someone asked what his favorite dish was he would casually say that you are his favorite food.
But at the moment Jiaoqiu still has a lot to give you from his balls. Breaking your moment of peace, he positions himself on top of you again, resting his chest on your back as he places a loving kiss on your shoulders, his ears lightly tickling your cheeks as he murmurs sweetly "you're doing so good for me my little fox…just one more."
You mumble incomprehensible things, your throat hurting as you try to say something along with your brain too melted to even hear what he's saying to you.
He laughs lightly in a muffled sound against your shoulder as he listens to your murmurs. You don't hear any other sounds coming from him other than feeling the sensation of the head of his cock sliding between your folds and stopping at your hole before sliding the head and length in of him entering you easily with a loud wet noise, he sighs satisfied with the feeling of being able to enter you so easily, it's as if he has molded you completely to his cock while you just moan in protest.
It doesn't take long before he starts moving, leaving you a crying mess by the end of the night. But don't worry... you know that he will take good care of you and spoil you with the most varied menu possible made exclusively for you.
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A/n: I wanted to do something about boothill with kids...but I'm trying to expand the fandoms for me write (っ- ‸ - ς)
You don't even know what your relationship with him is, Or rather, why does he stay by your side? who knows? Maybe he has his own reasons.
although he is a rude and sarcastic ball all the time with you, even belittling you sometimes, but sometimes you feel like they are just empty words, it's just as if such harsh words come out naturally from him and he doesn't really want to hurt you or upset you.
His words say one thing but his actions say another. "pfft- how long have you been trying to solve this question on your test? even an earthworm would think faster than you."
"..."
"..."
"..."
"tsk- let me help you with this so you can finish quickly and go help me set the table for dinner"
he can say as much as he wants that he doesn't care about you, but he's the one who takes care of you when you're sick even without you asking, he was the one who got into a fight with an idiot who was looking at you too much when leaving the supermarket, he was the one who stayed stay on throughout the party just to ensure your safety...
for some reason he knows everything about you, favorite food, favorite artists, the perfume you wear every day, hell he even knows what your favorite shirt is.
If he had to say someone he really hates it would be that scum you call 'boyfriend'
You can see the disgusted face he makes when that scum kisses your cheek, while your boyfriend is around he will become twice as dry and sarcastic, even pouting and ignoring you both
He knows very well that that guy is a pure evil character who is just using you, but you're too naive to realize that, aren't you? stupid little thing...
and when you notice your boyfriend cheating on you with someone else he will just appear behind you with a mocking laugh (although his face is serious) as he watches the situation unfold before sighing and lazily wrapping his arm around your waist "hah- see? I said he wasn't worth it...even I can be a better boyfriend than him."
After this incident he starts to be more affectionate with you, although he still remains sarcastic but he tries to make you laugh more...
warnings: gn reader, not reviewed , testing the waters on tumblr lol
just thinking about your husband who is completely in need of you 24 hours a day. as if he kept his cold face impassive all day, even with his soft gaze he still has a serious and professional posture.
although his mind always ends up traveling to you, wishing he could be with you at those times, craving your affection and lips like a hungry man.
Then the restlessness and anxiety starts, his palm starts sweating, he unconsciously starts counting all the annoying 'tic tacs' of the clock like an anxious puppy. although he doesn't mind being compared to a dog when it comes to you (i mean he is simp)
so as soon as his shift is over, he eagerly packs up his things and says goodbye to his co-workers, eagerly rushing to the door.
He stops on the way a few times to buy you some sweets or dessert, smiling alone at the thought of you being happy every time he brings you something.
Finally on the way home he starts to get excited thinking that you were there waiting for him, he wonders what clothes you are wearing? What will be your perfume today? He doesn't care much, all he wants is to cuddle up in your arms and put his face in your neck and be a happy man.
He always asks about your day, paying attention to every detail you say, smiling and humming as you tell him, what about his day? well he would always say it was monotonous and normal. He doesn't have much to say when you're the best part of his day.
he hopes to have a day off to spend a homemade day with you... he really wants to bake bread with you-
Zayne, Nanami Kento, Gepard Landau, Capitano, Gallagher, u fav+
This is what happens when I try to think about something when I'm really sleepy
I was just thinking about what Boothill would be like if he had some prototype to simulate a dick (I was thinking about writing something about this) okay, so far so good, but then I remembered the phrase from the live when they were introducing him, about him always wanting to improve his body to get stronger.
So, in the middle of the act, in my imagination after I remembered that, his dick simply turned into a fucking weapon like the one he has on his finger and exploded me-
I was just like
I'M TRAUMATIZED WTF-
I'm not well either, my mother is sick and my friend doesn't want to talk to me anymore because I didn't accept they feelings...I just wanted to hide in my imagination and this happens-
for Aventurine, paradise lies between your thighs (nsfw)
warnings: nsfw, gn reader (no intimate parts were specified and no pronouns were used), not reviewed, real name of Aventurine, really my keyboard was on auto with aDventurine.
Aventurine can't help but moan again when you pull the collar around his neck with slight force.
but who could judge? the view above him was as beautiful as the heavens and stars above him. You sitting naked on the couch in his hotel room with your legs completely open for him, the socks that squeeze your thighs with a little money between them that he himself put there, the lights from the monitors coming in in contrast to your wet skin, leaving you even sexier while your gaze is completely on his...
He's been between your thighs for a while now, his chin wet with his drool and his own liquids as he moans, his face flushed and his pants tight with a big stain of pre-cum.
You haven't even touched him or much less taken off his clothes and his dick is already sensitive scratching against his clothes, but even so he can't help but leave the place between your thighs yet, not when he's drunk on your taste.
"h-hnng...your taste is so...h-hnf...wonderful my dear..."
he moans and mumbles even with his mouth busy as he tries to drink as much of you as possible, from above he looks so desperate as if he hasn't eaten in days even though he's made you cum twice with just his mouth since the beginning of the night.
his gaze never breaking with yours even when you roll your eyes in pleasure or look away, your mind clouded with the sweet pleasure as you moan sweetly for him when he starts to go faster in the movements with his mouth, with each moan of yours or tug you give his dick twitches more and more in his pants and he whimpers softly against you.
He wants so badly to masturbate to cum while eat you, but he can't until you give the order or you touch him yourself. and when he starts to see your thigh tremble gently, the tone of your moans getting sweeter and you pull his head closer until his nose hits your skin and he chokes softly he knows you're about to cum again.
"m-mmmg- Kakavasha mhhg~"
and when you moan his real name so naturally that his mind goes blank and he closes his eyes and moans even louder when his peak suddenly hits him and he cums in his pants without meaning to.
After his peak is over, he looks at you with a slight displeasure of his own for having cum, he wishes he had done it inside you, but when you pull him up to give him a kiss and finally take off his belt, you can see a big semen stain on his pants. You may even feel sorry, but what can you do? He was the one who paid you to be mean to him... he always pays you as if it were his addiction... which is not a lie, he got lost in your taste, in your eyes and in the curves of your body...
warnings: GN reader, not reviewed, nsfw, I lost everything and I'm living on a bench in Penacony. this is crack don't take it seriously pls, hmmm tetanus :)
okay but- Boothill likes to rub his cheek against yours, just because he can't feel you with other parts of his body.
He blushes when you kiss his face but secretly (not so secret since he says it openly) it's his favorite thing
He gets upset easily with anyone who is close to you and this always causes problems for you because he doesn't like it when people touch you, whether they are men or women.
then he follows you behind you like he's your shadow and one second he's behind you quietly and the next he's on the other side of the street fighting with a guy who was looking at you for 5 seconds longer than Boothill would like...
he is vindictive, yes. Once a guy complimented you by giving you a light kiss on the cheek and Boothill spent a week calling this guy and saying threats like: "I know where you live, and I'm going to put a bullet in your head before learning not to touch something that isn't yours" ends up coming out as "I know where you live, and I- I hope you have a good day" because of his filter
And when did you take him to the Express with you? guy could make a second explosion wanting to fight with everyone until you fight with him so he stays quiet and he will sit on the couch, opening his legs completely while looking at you, waiting for you to sit on his lap. He has no shame as he buries his face in your neck and stays quiet for just a minute before he starts teasing you by biting or licking you. (in front of everyone at Express)
He gets extremely upset if you deny him something (especially a kiss) he will be grumpy all day, mumbling all day almost dramatically. he will complain about this even with a Warp Trotter, But it won't be long before he gets to you and pins you to some surface to take what's rightfully his.
Boothill loves it when you encourage him in something or when you praise him. See you looking at his body with curiosity in your eyes? He can't help but have a smug smile. he smiles more seeing how small your hands are on his chest gives him slight satisfaction but he'll still pat you if your hands wander too much.
He can drink the most variable things possible but he won't drink Himeko's coffee, for some reason his body warns him as if it were a dangerous substance so he always passes the coffee to you as if it were a bomb and an apologetic look...
You may or may not wake up to him in the morning eating bullets from his gun next to your in the bed and he will just look at you with a smile and offer you one even though he knows it's impossible for you to eat it
NSFW (pls don't read this far if you are underage)
His favorite thing is probably fingering you, he loves doing that because he can occupy himself on your neck while you squirm
but he loves to eat too, to stay between your legs for hours while you get to the point where you start crying and whining while trying to pull his head away from you. His hair is a bit sensitive so he might end up growling and blushing when you pull it.
Does it bite you in every possible place, chest, thighs, neck? yes! your curves? yes too...
He misses his body, how he could feel your chest on his, the heat of your body on his and how good it would be to feel how hot and tight you are inside, he hates it but he still feels a surge of satisfaction in him as he feels it. see what he can do with just his fingers and his mouth on you.
He may or may not be jealous of vibrators... I mean... are those things giving you more pleasure than him? Ugh but it's okay, he can use these things to his advantage...
Give you more compliments than degradation, not because he wants to but because it's the only thing he can do...
"I know you can give me one more, aren't you my little sunshine?" (this was supposed to be a my little bitch)
He loves to be mean to you in bed, if he can't put words into words then he will act, he loves pulling your hair to kiss you, bite you hard, make you beg for not giving you anything and make you cry for giving you more than you asked for.
His day ends more satisfied when he sees you getting out of bed, shaking with wobbly legs and dirty with your own juice and sweat... aren't you the cutest thing he's ever seen? almost like a little bunny...
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warnings: Obsessive behaviors, yandere characters, GN reader, murder half described, not reviewed, Tumblr wasn't accepting my post since 3am so it changed it itself, theory for who owns the last sentence
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You don't know how lucky you are to have good friends...
Kamisato Ayato, your long time friend, with a calm and relaxed facade, your friend who helped you stop the bullies who were messing with you, honestly you were happy when all the torment ended but where did the boys who messed with you go? Ayato says they all got detention from school...
Kamisato ayato...for you, a kind, hard-working, intelligent boy. Kamisato ayato...a manipulator... a sweet friendship with every step forged and meticulously planned like a piece for a treat. whispers say that he is the owner of a powerful faction and that his influence extended far beyond the city limits, he was a shadow that no bad soul wanted to cross, two-face, having him as an enemy was worse than having the devil. ..such whispers that soon disappeared from the world soon after saying such rumors around...
Sunday... a boy from a very well-known and important family, exuded an air of elegance and sophistication that belied his true nature. You never thought you would catch the attention of someone so important, but here he is...always bumping into you and talking to you at school.
Little do you know, oh poor innocent soul falling into the web of two dangerous demons, the bright blue web calling you to fall and drown in your own innocence.
both finding themselves in a sick love for you, something silly for them...it's not obsession, it's love...pure love over an innocent and clean soul, both having knowledge of each other, knowing your every step, shadows you They spy on your house, every day both families have eyes for you. and he has eyes for his friends and family too...
From lavish gifts to whispered promises of eternal love, they've done everything to win the reader's heart without having to break their facade.
a chance. while you have your freedom, your sanity, your innocence and your legs intact... You can choose between them, the choice is yours, but remember any step you take has a big consequence... you are walking on glass here.
Ayato's hand squeezed yours a little, his smile that could have been genuine before disappeared just for a fraction of a second as he watched you exchange kindness with Sunday, his gaze meeting Sunday's who smiled gracefully as he held your hand a little. little more, he looked from beneath his eyelashes with a feeling of hatred, disgust and mockery at Ayato.
while looks mix with hatred and jealousy creating thoughts about killing the other between the two men and you are oblivious to everything as you mumble some things to Sunday, who looks at you with a smile and waves. Of course, he listens to your every word despite his thought being that only Ayato would disappear from his sight...
Cute moments, sure... Ayato sharing his drink with you, Ayato giving you a light kiss on the forehead for being able to do all his math homework, Sunday buying you expensive things, Sunday letting you play with his hair...
but you're not stuck with just two people, you have more friends and a free life to live...right? bad choice...
16/04... A body was discovered, this morning three people were found dead in a state of advanced decomposition...The victims were...
These weren't the guys who bullied you?
...26/04... a body was found today in a river in an abandoned park, a couple was walking when they saw a hand floating in the small lake...
This...wasn't this the guy you met a few weeks ago at the cafe? he had given you his number after he spilled coffee on you...
03/05... a body of a teenager was found today near the... ...the cause of death has not been found yet, but the body was dismembered and appeared to have signs of torture... we ask all citizens in the area to be careful and Don't go out late at night...
This... was the guy in the class next to yours who you were going to meet in a few days...
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You don't know what's going on...a serial killer on the loose...? or just a big coincidence of deaths? You're getting scared to even go home alone...
a sweet and familiar voice breaks your thoughts as you walk, you stop walking as you hear the footsteps reach you and a voice whisper sweetly "my dear...you shouldn't keep coming back alone, didn't you hear what's happening? let me accompany you to your home."
I've been trying to post this since 3 am and Tumblr won't let me??? I haven't even been to Penacony yet lol
tw: not shipp, gender neutral reader, mention of kidnapping in Kisaki's part if you squint, there was supposed to be a Baji/reader/chifuyu but it was discarded Peke-J was included sorri :(, There was going to be a banner but I couldn't find a good image of Kisaki...he fucked up everything. take this as a test work (i hate kisaki pls I just used the left part of it)
Rindou/Ran
Congratulations, you have a great green flag and a great striker with you, it's a great combination, isn't it?
while Rindou takes care of you so no one touches you or something happens to you while Ran does the dirty work... but sometimes it can be the other way around too...
basically = Rindou closes your eyes while Ran breaks the bones of some idiot who looked at you too much
well...but if they protect you then who protects you from them?
In moments at home, Rindou tends to be more careful and romantic with you, preferring to hug you on the sofa or do small household chores together while kissing here and there.
Ran prefers to play with you, in the most provocative yet romantic way... as if he started something and wouldn't finish, leaving you in pieces... or making your face look confused and flushed with that cute little pout you make when you're upset... well he lives for this
Of course, most of the time it would be Ran entering Rindou's moments with you, as if you and Rindou were in an intimate moment Ran would just come in out of nowhere and make up excuses to pull you away and take you with him or if you were just feeding Rindou and Ran simply pushes Rindou out so it's his turn
(Rindou also does this if you feel like his brother has a lot of time with you)
Sometimes there's always a little silly dispute between you, like which side would you sleep on today? or which sweatshirt of theirs would you wear... in the end, it always ends up with both trying to make you accept both at the same time (and that applies in bed too).
Hanma/Kisaki
a threesome broken between a Mindmaster, an innocent and a crazy dude (both manipulators)...you'll probably spend more time with Hanma than with Kisaki, and probably always with a jacket on either Hanma's own or the valhalla, Well, take this as a marking of territory, while Hanma calls you doll, honey, baby or anything forcibly sweet Kisaki doesn't call you anything other than a short nickname of your name, not because he doesn't want to or don't like it but he doesn't want you to be uncomfortable.
while Hanma takes you to fight with other gangsters to show off his strength to you and show you off, Kisaki takes you for small, calm walks because he knows that if something happens he won't be able to protect you (and he'll probably run away and left you there)
If you are not with Hamna then you will be with Kisaki, if you are not with Kisaki then you will be with Hamna because this guy will not leave you alone, he will ask you to be by his side whenever he wants and you have no right to appeal, Neither Hanma nor Kisaki mind sharing you, if Kisaki loves you then he will realize that Hanma is a good asset to keep you protected from anything until he comes up with a plan to take you to a safe place even if you don't want to.
now Hanma can say that he likes you and Kisaki, Kisaki keeps him entertained and you are good submissive company that also keeps him entertained when he is bored and Kisaki is not around.
unreviewed, I'm finishing this in the bathroom because I felt sick and now I'm taking a shit while there's a giant worm on the other side watching me while I poop...this isn't coquettish at all but I'll accept it :( my blood pressure dropped while I was shitting...again
