A/N: AHHHHH so sorry this is late, been dealing with stupid shit at work and omg, let’s just say i’ve put out about 200 applications for a new job omg 🙄 ANYWHO!! think i’m gonna do the bodyguard Ohma smut next ORRR someone I’ve never written for EHEHE 💘 enjoy!
Masterlist Part 1
Your knees ache against the cold floor, and he watches you closely, the control in his eyes unmistakable as he positions you exactly how he wants. His hand slides through your hair, guiding your mouth to his aching cock, and the moment you feel the tip of him pressing against your lips, you know there’s no turning back.
“C’mon sweetheart. Open up.”
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Raian watches you with predatory eyes, his grip on your hair tightening as he forces your head forward, urging you to take him. “You’re gonna make it disappear, aren’t you?” he mutters, almost mockingly, as he slides his tip between your parted lips. His fingers dig into your scalp, holding you in place as he pushes deeper, not giving you the chance to adjust.
You gasp, breath shallow and strained as his cock enters your mouth, stretching you in ways that make you feel both overwhelmed and desperate for more. Raian’s eyes never leave you, watching your every move, drinking in every deep gag that erupts from your throat. He’s in complete control now, and there’s nothing you can do to stop him.
“Fucking take it,” he orders, his voice a low growl of command, as he pulls you in further, filling your mouth until you’re forced to choke around him. “If you want your debt erased, you’ll fucking work for it.”
Each movement is deliberate, cruel, and yet it only intensifies the burning desire inside you. His hand grips your hair tightly, guiding your mouth to move with him as he begins to thrust shallowly, testing your limits.
Your head spins with the overwhelming sensation of him, the heat of his body radiating against you as his cock hits the back of your throat with each thrust. You feel an ache building inside you from both his dominance and your own growing need. His control over you is suffocating, but you want to give in, want to feel him take everything.
With each thrust his movements become more aggressive, driving his cock deeper down your throat, forcing you to take him with no choice but to comply. You can’t catch your breath, chest heaving as you struggle to keep up with his brutal pace.
As his cock hits the back of your throat again and again, you gag harder, tears springing to the corners of your eyes and cheeks puffing as you start to gargle.
But Raian won’t let up.
His dark growl reverberates in the room, low and guttural. The vibrations of it ripple through your chest, and the pressure in your throat intensifies with each brutal push of his cock. Your lungs scream for air, but Raian doesn’t care. He doesn’t slow down.
“Fucking perfect,” he mutters between ragged breaths, his voice thick with pure lust, the words dripping like poison. “You look so fucking filthy for me.”
The burn in your throat intensifies, eyes rolling to the back of your head and squeezing shut to try and stop the tears. Drool runs down the corners of your mouth onto your heaving tits, chest glistening with sweat and your spit.
He loves watching the way you struggle, drinking in every sound of distress you make, it’s like fuel to his fire. Pushing him into a more frantic pace that only makes the ache inside you worse.
You feel that desperate throbbing between your legs, knowing you’re nothing but a plaything to him. The wetness becomes harder to ignore, rubbing your thighs together for any kind of friction. Raian groans in approval as you continue to choke, your body writhing uncontrollably beneath him, unable to do anything but take what he gives.
“Swallow.” he commands in a voice that rumbles with dark satisfaction, pulling you off just enough to let his cock slip from your mouth with a wet pop. His tip glistens, completely soaked with your saliva and his precum, a dark testament to how thoroughly he’s claimed you. He looks down at you, black and white eyes glowing with dominance, his chest heaving with exertion.
His hand is like a vice, grabbing your face and forcing you to look up at him. Fingers digging into your jaw, he opens your mouth wider as he shoves himself back inside.
Raian groans, his body tensing as he starts to pull back, each movement deliberate as he drives himself in one final time. You feel the rush of his release, the heat of his cum shooting down your throat. The taste of him is overwhelming and salty, a bitter burn that floods every inch of your throat, making you choke on his thick load.
His grip tightens painfully in your hair as he holds you in place, forcing you to swallow every single drop.
“Good girl,” Raian mutters, pulling out slowly and releasing your head.
You collapse forward with a choked gasp, cum and spit clinging to your lips, dripping from your chin in sticky strands. Your throat is burning, stretched and aching, the soreness radiating all the way up to your temples. Your jaw hangs slack, trembling from the strain, cheeks streaked with tears and saliva.
Raian yanks you up with brutal force, dragging you to your feet like you weigh nothing. Your legs stumble beneath you, useless, but he doesn’t care, ignoring your cries completely.
He manhandles you back toward the desk, shoving you against it as his other hand rips at your clothes. He splits your shirt open, bra gone in an instant. There’s nothing careful in the way he undresses you, just ruthless force. Fabric tears in his fists, seams and threads snapping as he violently strips you bare.
Then he grabs your panties, soaked through and clinging to you, and snarls. “The fuck is this?” he growls, yanking them down. The sticky fabric peels off your pussy, strands of slick clinging between your thighs.
The second the scent of you hits him, he freezes, then inhales deep, “You’re fuckin’ dripping,” he says low, almost laughing. “Soaked through your panties like a bitch in heat.”
You’re left trembling, bare, and he steps back just enough to look you over like you’re nothing more than meat laid out for him. His eyes drag down your body, slow, unblinking, cold.
“Look at you” he sneers, voice low and cruel with amusement. His hands are back on you instantly, gripping and groping every inch. One hand slides between your legs without warning, forcing them apart. “So fucking wet for me. You wanted this all along, huh?”
Before you can answer, he grabs you by the hips and bends you over the desk, pushing you down so your tits are flush against the cold surface. Your arms scramble to catch yourself, your stomach pressed to the wood, back arched as Raian positions you exactly how he wants: ass up, legs apart.
His body looms behind you, radiating heat like a furnace. You can feel the way he stares at you, possessive, starving, wild. One of his hands smooths over your ass, fingers spreading your cheeks apart.
And then—
SLAP!
The first spank makes you yelp, a sharp sting blooming across your ass. But he’s not done. Another slap lands, harder this time, making your thighs quiver as you gasp.
Raian chuckles darkly, his palm soothing over the spot he just punished. “You’re dripping all over my fucking desk, aren’t you?” he sneers, voice low and cruel. He lands another spank, much harder this time, relishing in the way your body jolts from the impact.
He leans in, breath hot against your ear, hand gripping your hip like he owns it. “Dumb bitch.” He growls, positioning himself behind you, his throbbing, angry cock shoved against your soaked entrance, his tip dragging along your wet hole.
“Stay fucking still,” he orders, his voice dangerously calm. His hands dig into your hips, pulling you back against him as he positions himself behind you.
The first thrust is brutal. He slams into you, burying himself to the hilt in one sharp, unforgiving motion. You cry out, your hands scrambling against the desk for something to hold onto, but he gives you no time to adjust as he fills your pussy completely.
His pace is relentless from the start, dragging your hips back into him again and again, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing obscenely through the room.
“Fuck, listen to you,” Raian growls, hips snapping into you with ruthless precision. “So fucking wet for me it’s dripping down your thighs.” One hand fists in your hair again, yanking your head back so he can watch your mouth fall open with every thrust. “Look at you. Whimpering. Can’t even think, can you?”
His cock slams deep inside you with each brutal thrust, wet sounds filling the air as he splits you open, using you like you’re nothing but a hole to fuck.
“You wanted this,” he snarls, bending low over you, his chest pressing to your back. His hand moves from your hair to around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your breath hitch. “You wanted to be fucked like this. Treated like this.”
His grip tightens as your body trembles, your legs nearly giving out from the intensity, and he chuckles against your ear, dark and low.
“Say it,” he demands, thrusting harder. “Say you wanted it.”
You’re shaking, barely holding yourself together, hands gripping the edge of the desk so hard your knuckles whiten, but it does nothing to stop the way your body quivers with every punishing thrust.
“Please—please I… I can’t—”
Raian’s laugh is dark and cruel against your ear, like he knows exactly how close you are to giving up. “Can’t what?” he mocks, voice low and rough. “You wanted this, remember?”
You shake your head, desperate, throat tight with the effort to keep yourself from crying out. “I—I didn’t—” The words die on your lips as he drives into you harder, deeper, strangled moans escaping before you can stop it.
“Say it,” he commands, his voice low and venomous.
You squeeze your eyes shut, tits bouncing violently against the desk with every brutal thrust. His cock stretches you open, thick and merciless, pounding into your soaked cunt like he owns it, like he’s proving it. You’re trembling all over, your grip on the desk slipping, your body shaking so hard it barely holds together.
You can’t take it, you can’t hide it anymore.
“I—I… fuck!—Yes!” The scream tears out of you, wild and raw. “I wanted it—I wanted it so fucking bad!”
The words break you open. You sob through it, the pleasure crashing down all at once, too much to hold back. Your thighs twitch, mouth falling open, every thought burned away until there’s nothing left but need. “I want this!—I need this!—please, don’t stop, please don’t stop fucking me!”
You’re loud, filthy and completely shameless now, choking on moans and gasps, each one dragged from deep inside you as he ruins you against the desk. You’re not holding back anymore, you can’t. Not with the way he’s fucking you like you were made for him.
“Fuck yes, oh FUCK yes!”
Your screams echo in the room, reverberating off the walls, but Raian’s grip only tightens. He doesn’t care if you’re falling apart, he relishes in it, fucking into you harder, each thrust making the desk creak louder as it threatens to break beneath you. The sound of skin slapping skin mixes with the lewd squelch of your body taking him, and you lose all sense of self-control.
“God, you’re so fucking loud,” he growls, his voice thick with lust. “You want everyone to know, don’t you? Nothin’ but a screaming slut for me.”
You can barely comprehend the words as they fall from his lips, mind blanking from the stretch of his cock. All you can do is beg, scream, and moan as he continues to claim you, relentless and merciless. Every ounce of your pride is gone now, completely wiped away by the frantic need to be used by him.
He smirks, his thumb pressing into your throat, constricting just enough to make your head spin. “You’re nothing but mine,” he mutters. “Don’t forget it.”
You don’t even know how to respond anymore, your head too full of him, of the way he’s fucking you like he owns you, of how his cock feels as it pounds into you again and again.
The moment you’re lost in him, Raian pulls out with a brutal force that leaves you gasping, yearning for him to be back inside you. His hand wraps around your waist, flipping you onto your back and lifting you effortlessly.
Your legs dangle as he carries you, barely aware of where he’s taking you, the aftershocks of each ruthless thrust still vibrating in your body.
He drops into the massive executive chair behind the desk like it’s a throne, his legs spread wide as he drags you with him. One arm wraps tight around your waist while the other guides his cock to your dripping entrance, his swollen head nudging against your sore, slick folds.
You try to brace yourself, but he’s already lowering you, forcing you to sink down inch by inch until he’s fully inside you again. The stretch makes you sob, your walls squeezing him as your thighs tremble from the effort of holding yourself up.
The chair creaks beneath you both, metal groaning under the weight of your bodies as he settles you flush against his lap, caged in by the thick muscles of his arms and chest. He doesn’t give you time to catch your breath, his hands already moving your hips, setting a rhythm and making you bounce.
You try steadying yourself but your thighs are already sore, burning and shaking as you struggle to take control. His cock splits you open with every bounce, the stretch unforgiving, and each descent forces a fresh sob from your throat. You can barely move without falling apart, but Raian doesn’t care, he wants the show. His grip bruises into your hips, fingers digging deep as he watches you fight to please him.
Your moans come out as gasps and hiccupped sobs, tears brimming in your eyes as you cling to him, your rhythm sloppy and desperate. “Feels so good!” you whimper, your voice barely coherent, your body grinding down on him like your life depends on it. “I—I wanna make you feel good—please, let me—”
He groans low in his throat, his eyes locked on where your body meets his, watching your soaked cunt swallow him again and again. “You look so pathetic like this,” he mutters, dragging a thumb across your trembling lower lip. “Crying just from trying to take my cock. Can’t even ride me right without begging, huh?”
You shake your head, too far gone to care about the humiliation, you want to give him everything. Your body, your voice, your pride, and it shows in the way you bounce harder, forcing yourself through the ache just to see his lips curl in approval. Your words turn into babbled praise, nonsense pleas and broken confessions tumbling out like your brain has stopped working, replaced only by the need to serve him.
And still, Raian leans back like he’s lounging in luxury, watching the way your tits bounce with every thrust, the way your face contorts in overstimulated bliss. He lets you fall apart on top of him, all while sitting there like the king you’re desperate to please.
Raian leans back, his posture casual, watching you perform for him, his eyes dark with approval and lust.
“You love this, don’t you?” Raian murmurs, his voice a low growl that sends a shiver down your spine. You’re shaking as you try to find your balance, but the more you attempt to control your movements, the more he forces you to take over, making you bounce on him like a desperate puppet on strings. “Look at you, so fucking eager to please. You’re so good for me, aren’t you?”
You can barely hold it together, hands gripping the back of the chair for any kind of support. You try to move faster, to ride him harder. It’s like he has complete control of your body now, his hand squeezing your waist with enough strength to make you feel completely helpless. The sound of skin slapping skin fills the room, and you can’t stop the guttural cries spilling from your lips.
Your hips start to falter, trembling violently as the pressure builds in your gut, white-hot and unbearable. You’re right there, so close you can taste it, every nerve on fire as your mouth falls open in a breathless sob. “I-I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna—!”
He grabs your face so hard it makes your vision blur. “The fuck you are,” he snarls, and in the next second, you’re lifted off his cock like a ragdoll, your scream cut off by the sheer force of his strength.
“Get the fuck up. I’m not done with you.”
Picking you up he slams you against the nearest wall, your legs still shaky and your cunt clenching around nothing as you whine from the sudden loss. But Raian doesn’t care, his body already between your thighs, shoving them apart with a brutal, possessive hunger that makes you gasp.
“You think you just get to cum?” he growls, lining himself up with no warning. “You’ll cum when I say you can.” And with that, he slams back into you, one hand wrapping around your throat, the other digging into your thigh as he pins you to the wall like it’s nothing.
The first thrust knocks the air out of your lungs. Your head slams lightly against the wall as Raian drives into you over and over, relentless and furious, like he’s punishing you for daring to think you were in control.
Your legs wrap around his waist out of instinct, but he doesn’t need your help, he’s holding you up like you weigh nothing, using your body like a fleshlight made just for him.
You can’t even form words now, just desperate, shattered noises as he fucks you hard enough to make the walls tremble. The picture frames rattle against the plaster, and somewhere in the back of your mind you hear something crash to the floor, but you can’t care. Not when his cock is hitting so deep you see stars.
“Cry for me,” he snarls, his hand tightening around your throat. “I wanna hear how ruined you are. Let everyone in this fucking building know who’s inside you.”
You sob out something incoherent, voice trembling and broken, and he leans in closer, lips brushing your ear as he growls.
“Raian.”
You flinch, dazed and delirious. “Wh… what?”
“That’s my name,” he breathes, fucking you harder, deeper, brutal. “Scream it.”
You barely manage to inhale, voice caught in your throat as he slams into you again, hard enough to rattle your bones. His name rings in your ears like a command, pulsing through your chest, your cunt, your soul. And still, he wants more.
“Scream it,” Raian growls again, more vicious this time, like he’ll never forgive you if you disobey. “Say my fucking name like you mean it.”
And you do. You need to. You can’t stop yourself if you tried. It rips out of you like a sob, wet and delirious—“Raian—Raian, please—!”
His snarl turns into something darker, more satisfied, and his grip tightens around your waist as he starts slamming into you even harder. “That’s right. That’s fucking right,” he hisses, chest pressed to yours, breath hot and ragged against your ear. “Say it again. Say it louder. Let them all fucking know.”
“Raian! Raian!” you scream, again and again, every thrust wringing it out of you like a prayer. You’re crying, trembling, nails are clawing at his back like your life depends on it, and maybe it does. Because he’s everywhere. Inside you. Around you. Owning you. And now that you’ve given him your voice, he’s never letting you go.
You’re sobbing now, overwhelmed, every nerve in your body stretched past the breaking point. Your thighs are trembling uncontrollably, muscles seizing from the relentless strain, and your stomach keeps spasming every time he slams into you. Your arms barely have the strength to cling to him, fingers digging into his back like you’re hanging on for dear life, but your grip slips with every brutal thrust. Your chest heaves with ragged, shallow gasps, and your head lolls back, vision blurring with tears. You’re burning, aching, overstimulated and used, your body nothing but a shaking, soaked mess around him.
You can feel the tension building inside you, tighter, hotter. Every nerve firing, every inch of you stretched out in a haze of pleasure and desperation. Your body’s on the edge, but Raian’s not letting you fall over it just yet.
His thrusts slow to a brutal grind, the tip of his cock pressed deep inside you as he watches the way your body trembles beneath him. His grip on you tightens, pulling you impossibly closer, forcing you to feel every inch of him as he fights back his own release.
You whimper, the anticipation of finally reaching that peak making you dizzy. “Raian, please—please, don’t stop, I can’t—!”
“Shut up,” he growls, voice strained as he slows even more, dragging his cock slowly in and out, teasing you as your desperate pleas only make him want to make you wait longer. “I’m not done with you yet. You’ll cum when I say so.”
Your legs shake around his waist, already feeling like you’re about to collapse. “Please, Raian, please!—I can’t take it much longer!” you gasp, voice breaking, body shuddering, your orgasm right on the edge.
Raian’s grip on you tightens further, fingers digging into your skin, a silent promise that he’s in control. “I’m close too,” he murmurs darkly, almost as if the words are a warning. His pace is torturously slow now, just enough to keep you right at the edge but not enough to let you fall over. You feel yourself trembling with frustration and need, your body begging for release, every fiber of your being begging for him to let go.
“Fine, i’ll let you cum,” he mutters, his voice rasping with barely-contained desire.
Raian’s grip on you tightens, his muscles coiling beneath you as his pace becomes more erratic, almost brutal. His cock ruts deep inside you with each thrust, relentless, and the tension is unbearable. Your body’s trembling, every inch of you feeling like it’s about to shatter from the sheer intensity.
“T-thank you R-Raian! please—please—!” you gasp, voice cracking, your body almost screaming for release. The edge is so close, yet he’s holding you just over the cliff, keeping you in that torturous limbo.
He growls low, his breath ragged, as he forces his cock into you harder, deeper, making the walls shake. “Shut the fuck up and wait for me,” he snaps, the darkness in his voice making your heart race. His hand reaches down to grip your clit, rubbing fast, cruel circles, pushing you further into that abyss.
Raian’s cock drags in and out of you, forcing you to ride the waves of bliss that crash so violently. You’re trembling, sobbing, and moaning, barely able to hold on.
Your back arches, hands clawing into his skin as your body shakes uncontrollably beneath him.
The pleasure is too much, you’re coming undone, losing yourself in the storm of sensations that build and crash over and over. Each pulse of your orgasm seems to stretch forever, the flood of warmth and tension building higher with every second, and you feel like you’re going to burst from the intensity.
“Raian… R-Raian, cumming! I’m cumming!” you manage to gasp, your voice wrecked, broken, each word a desperate plea.
Raian just chuckles darkly, his eyes locked on your face as he watches you unravel. “I know you are,” he growls, pushing into you harder, deeper, prolonging the torment, his pace steady even as he forces you through wave after wave of explosive pleasure.
Raian grins darkly, his hands gripping your hips as he forces you down onto him, slamming into you with each thrust. His eyes never leave yours as he watches you fall apart beneath him, utterly consumed by the chaos he’s created inside you.
In that moment, Raian feels something shift within him, something deep, something animalistic. He watches you, your body still trembling from your release, and he’s infatuated with it. He’s now engrained the image of you unraveling for him forever in his mind, the image of how he’s the only thing that can make you lose control like this. He can’t pull back now. He’s already this deep, this far gone. You’re not going anywhere.
‘Yeah… You’re mine now,’ he thinks to himself, his grip tightening on you, his cock still buried deep as he forces his way through your aftershocks, dragging out every last bit of your broken moans.
And then, with a feral grin, he pulls his hips back just slightly, slowing down. The tension inside him builds, winding tighter and tighter, until it feels like the world itself is about to snap. He leans in, his breath hot on your ear, and murmurs, “I’m gonna cum.”
The words hit you like a jolt of electricity, dark, dangerous. You know that tone, that warning. This isn’t just about him finishing; it’s about him taking everything from you.
“Gonna make you feel this for days,” he mutters, gritting his teeth as he fucks you deeper, each thrust slower, drawn out, like he’s savoring the moment. His grip on you tightens again, fingers sinking into your flesh like he’s marking you.
Finally, he lets go, his body shuddering with the force of his release. His cock pulses inside you, hot and thick ropes of cum sending waves of scorching pleasure rippling through every inch of your body. The floodgates open, and it isn’t quick. His release is drawn out, thick ropes of cum flooding you, filling you up to the brim. It spills from you in messy streaks, dripping down your legs, staining the floor beneath you as he continues to fuck into you with relentless precision. His cum is too much, too overwhelming, you can’t hold it all, the sensation flooding every nerve with heat.
You can feel every throb of his cock deep inside you, the burn of his orgasm stretching on as he pounds into you, making sure you feel each wave of his release. The warmth of him fills you completely, and it’s too much, too intense. His cum continues to pour into you, dripping out, slick and thick. It runs down your thighs in a mess, pooling beneath you as he grinds into you, making sure to push every drop deep. The sensation of his endless release sends you spiraling again, your body trembling as his growls of satisfaction mix with your broken cries of pleasure. It feels like you’re drowning in him, your body unable to escape the flood of him inside you.
And then, finally, when he’s sure he’s filled you completely, he stills inside you, his chest heaving as he catches his breath. His body is tense, cock still twitching, his orgasm stretching into the longest, most overwhelming sensation you’ve ever felt. The sheer force of it leaves you breathless, dizzy, and feeling like you’ve been entirely consumed by him.
Raian pulls back just enough to look at you, his eyes darker than ever, filled with something primal, something possessive. His smirk is full of satisfaction, like he’s done exactly what he set out to do.
He stays deep inside you for a moment, the weight of him a constant reminder that you belong to him now. His breath is heavy, but his gaze is unwavering, dark, intense, like he’s branding you with his eyes. You’re trembling from the aftermath of everything he’s just done to you, and he watches you carefully, his hand gripping your hip as if you’ll slip away and escape.
“Don’t even think about trying to move,” he warns, his voice low and dangerous. The sound of his own satisfaction is still thick in his tone, a possessive growl as his eyes never leave the mess he’s made of you.
His fingers trail down your face, gentle for a moment, before he grips your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes. The way he looks at you is predatory, he’s studying every inch of you, as if deciding whether or not to break you again.
He pulls his cock out slowly, watching as it leaves you, the sight of his cum spilling from you just making that dark smile of his grow wider.
“Pathetic,” he mutters with a twisted amusement. “Can’t even hold all of me, huh? Guess that means I’ll have to fill you up again soon.”
His hand moves from your face, trailing down your body, fingers brushing over the places he’s left his mark on you. He’s savoring the aftermath, relishing in the power he holds over you. His grip on your thigh tightens as he pulls you closer.
“You think you’re free now?” he asks, voice dripping with dark amusement. He leans in, lips brushing against your ear, hot breath sending shivers down your spine. “You’re mine. Forever.”
His words pierce through the haze, sending a jolt through your chest. His twisted amusement, the dominance dripping from every syllable, it all hits you like a tidal wave.
Raian pulls you even closer, almost possessively, as if he’s afraid someone might come and take you away. His chest is still heaving, but it’s not out of breath, it’s hunger. A hunger for you. His hand strokes the back of your neck, but the pressure feels more like a threat than comfort. “And don’t even think about trying to get away from me. I’ll always find you, and when I do, you’re going to beg for me again.”
Your heart races, pulse pounding in your ears, as his every touch feels like a brand, marking you deeper. The thought of him filling you again, possessing you over and over, makes you shiver, a mix of dread and desire crashing together inside you. Your mind is a blur, unable to process anything other than the way he’s claimed every inch of you. There’s no escape. You’re his now,he’s made sure of it.
He leans back, eyes still dark with that possessive glint, a twisted satisfaction in his gaze as he watches your body tremble. “You’re not going anywhere.”
Your eyes search his for any sign of mercy, but you know there’s none. His grip tightens, possessive, as if daring you to try to leave. Something dark and final twists in your gut. This isn’t just physical, it’s ownership.
The terror you came in with is gone now, replaced by a strange, dark certainty. You belong to him. And you know, deep down, that you’ll never be able to walk away. You’re too far gone.
just a fluffy lil raian drab before I upload part 2 of deal w the devil hopefully tonight!! 🥹 still working thru requests and wondering if next i should write for ohma or kaolan, or even someone i’ve never done a full fic abt like agito or saw, ORRR someone in a totally dif fandom i’ve never written for like arthur morgan, ghost from mw2 or even an nhl player!!😩 lmk what u think and enjoy 💗
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Raian walks beside you, hands shoved into his pockets as you wander through the baby store. He doesn’t usually do stuff like this, pastel-colored aisles, tiny clothes, shelves lined with stuffed animals. But here he is, because you want to be here, and if you want something, he makes it happen. You’re five months along now, your belly rounding under your thick sweater, and even though he won’t say it out loud, the sight of you carrying his child does something to him. He watches as you pick up a onesie, eyes bright with excitement, and he exhales, shaking his head. “That thing is way too small,” he mutters. “Are you sure babies even come that tiny?”
You laugh, rolling your eyes as you hold the outfit against your stomach for comparison. “Yes, Raian, they start out this small,” you tease, nudging him with your hip. “Not every baby is born ready to throw hands.” He snorts at that, but there’s something almost soft in the way he looks at you. You can’t miss it. Raian, for all his rough edges, has been different since the two of you found out you were pregnant. Not softer, exactly, but more present. More there. He stays up with you when you can’t sleep, he glares at anyone who so much as looks at you funny, and now, he’s here, acting like baby shopping isn’t the weirdest thing he’s ever done.
You put a small tiger plush in the cart and turn to him expectantly. “Alright, your turn. Pick something.” He scoffs, glancing at the rows of baby clothes like they’re some kind of foreign language. Then, at the very end of the aisle, something catches his eye. A black onesie with “Little Monster” written across the front in bold letters. He smirks, grabbing it and tossing it into the cart. “This one. Fits the kid already.” you roll your eyes with a smile, reaching up to brush a hand against his jaw before pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. “You act like you don’t care, but I know you do,” you murmur in his ear. Raian huffs but doesn’t pull away, his arm snaking around your waist and hand settling possessively on your hip as the two of you continue walking.
Maybe baby shopping isn’t the worst thing in the world, not when it’s with you.
hey pookie🤭 i would like to request a lil somethin’🤨☝🏽 so i love the way you write ohma you just captured him perfectly and i’ve been feeling kinda fluffy lately and wanted to request a cute lil one shot of ohma asking y/n out on a first date and him being like “lets go rock climbing” and y/n being like “uhh lets do something more normal” and she takes him to places he’s never really been before like a fair or the movies or mini golfing (idk girl you choose😫🙏🏽) and cute and silly things happen between then and they share their first kithh😞<3
Cotton candy kisses.
Tokita Ohma x Reader
Summary: You and Ohma go on your first date.
*GN reader, no pronouns mentioned
Word count: ~3.2k
A/N: ofc my love!! 🥰 have a similar date fic i’m working on with Raian so that’s coming soon 💘 think i’m gonna upload deal w the devil 2 then some more agito hc’s!! :3 enjoy!!!💘
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Ohma drags a hand through his hair, grumbling at his reflection. His hair’s always been wild, but now, when he actually wants it to look good, it’s not cooperating. He groans, tries flattening a few strands, then immediately messes them up again.
He tugs at his shirt, smoothing out a wrinkle that probably isn’t even there. He isn’t the type to fuss over his appearance, but tonight is different.
Not that he’s nervous, obviously. He just wants this to go right. It’s his first date with you, and for some reason, that thought carries more weight than anything else.
When he asked you out, he played it cool. Leaned against the wall, arms crossed, wearing that easy smirk of his since it’s second nature. His heart was beating a little faster than usual, but there was no way in hell he was gonna let that show.
“So,” he had said, voice smooth, full of confidence, “you should go out with me.”
Not ‘would you like to’? Not ‘do you want to’? Just a simple statement, like the answer was already obvious.
You had blinked up at him, and damn, that look on your face made his stomach flip in a way he wasn’t gonna think too hard about. “Oh? And what kind of date are you planning, Tokita?”
Ohma had grinned, pushing off the wall, standing just a little closer. “Something exciting,” he said, voice low, cocky. “Free solo climbing. Or maybe something better.”
He had expected intrigue, interest, maybe even a little challenge in your eyes. What he hadn’t expected was for you to giggle, soft and sweet, and place your hand on his arm, warmth spreading through his skin at the touch.
“Of course I’ll go out with you, Ohma,” you had said, voice full of affection. “But maybe something not as dangerous? I want to survive our first date”
And just like that, his whole plan shifted.
Now, instead of scaling cliffs or pulling some reckless stunt, he’s taking you to a fair.
At first, he wasn’t sure about it. He’s never been to one, never thought about going. But the way your eyes had lit up when you told him about it, the excitement in your voice as you talked about the games, the rides, the food. He’d found himself agreeing before he even realized it.
He runs a hand through his hair one last time, huffs when it falls right back into place, then shakes his head with a grunt. Whatever, he’s ready. More than ready.
Tonight is gonna be good.
The warm glow of lights fills the night sky as you and Ohma step through the entrance of the fair, the soft sounds of laughter, music, and the distant hum of rides blending together in a kind of rhythmic chaos. You take a deep breath, the air heavy with the sweet scent of cotton candy and popcorn, and turn to Ohma, a grin spreading across your face.
“Ohma, welcome to your first fair!” you say, your voice light with excitement as you glance up at him. “Everything’s so colorful and lively, isn’t it?”
Ohma glances down at you, his usual confident demeanor softening slightly as he takes in the scene. His dark eyes, normally focused and intense, are wide with wonder as he surveys the entire atmosphere. Soaking in the brightly lit carnival games, the towering Ferris wheel, the flashing neon signs, and the merry-go-round spinning slowly in the distance.
He’s never seen anything like it before, a place full of chaos, but in a good way.
And even more than that, he’s here with you.
He lets out a quiet exhale, the excitement of the date buzzing through him, mixing with the unfamiliar energy of the fair. His gaze shifts to you, really taking you in for the first time tonight. You’re dressed cute and casual, yet effortlessly beautiful. Your hair is soft around your face, and the smile you give him lights up your eyes in a way that has his heart skipping a beat.
“You look good,” he mutters, almost absentmindedly, but his voice carries a sincerity that makes you smile even wider.
“Thank you,” you reply, your eyes twinkling with mischief. “You do too.”
His smirk reappears, that easy confidence flickering back into his posture, but it’s clear there’s a part of him that’s still a little in awe of the situation. Being here with you, being surrounded by all this newness, the uncertainty of it all mixing with his excitement.
“Alright,” you say, slipping your hand into his, and Ohma’s eyes flash with the briefest look of surprise before he squeezes your hand, his fingers warm and firm around yours. “Let’s go check out the rides first! I think you’ll really like the Ferris wheel.”
He chuckles softly, following along as you guide him through the crowd. His eyes sweep the fairgrounds again, catching sight of the carnival games, the food stalls, and the spinning rides. He’s used to being on the move, but usually focused on something more dangerous. But here, walking beside you, taking in all the noise and lights, he’s out of his element.
He glances at you with a small smirk. “So… when do we start climbing the walls or doing something reckless?”
You laugh and give his arm a playful squeeze, shaking your head. “Not today, Ohma. Today’s all about having fun, and maybe winning me a stuffed animal at one of these games.”
He was already planning on it.
You’re chatting happily about the games, but Ohma’s focus drifts back to you, your laughter, the way your voice lifts with excitement at every turn, making him feel genuinely happy.
But there’s still that flutter in his chest. And yeah, he’s definitely not used to feeling like this, but with you by his side, it feels easy.
Eventually, you stop at a cotton candy stall, and without even thinking, you buy one for yourself, handing it to Ohma.
He eyes the sugary fluff with mild suspicion. “This… dissolves in your mouth?” he asks, his tone a mix of curiosity and skepticism.
You nod enthusiastically. “Yep! Just take a bite.”
He hesitates for a moment, then gingerly takes a small bite. His brow furrows as the sweetness hits his tongue, and he looks at you, puzzled. “Why does it disappear in my mouth? Food doesn’t do that.”
You burst out laughing at his genuine confusion, admiring how endearing he looks trying to make sense of the cotton candy. “It’s magic, isn’t it?” you tease, reaching over to smooth a stray lock of hair from his forehead. “But yeah, it just melts away because it’s mostly air and sugar.”
He shakes his head, a small grin tugging at his lips. “Weird. But… kinda cool.”
You beam at him, “I knew you’d like it!” you giggle.
And as you laugh, Ohma takes a moment to just watch you. How your eyes sparkle in the glow of the lights, how your smile seems to make the world feel just a little brighter. The flutter in his chest isn’t new, but it’s stronger tonight, like it’s pressing against him with every beat of his heart. He’s not used to feeling this grounded, this happy.
He’s had his share of reckless adventures, but none of them come close to this. Being here with you, sharing these little moments, makes him want more. More of this, more of you. And damn, if he isn’t excited for everything that’s to come.
He reaches for your hand again, his thumb brushing over your fingers as he pulls you a little closer. There’s no way he’s letting this night slip away. Not now, not when it feels like this.
You both continue to make your way through the fair, and as much as you’re trying to keep things casual, there’s an undeniable pull between you and Ohma. It’s like you’re both discovering a whole new side of each other, one that’s lighthearted and full of laughter.
You pass by the game booths, and Ohma stops in his tracks, eyes narrowing at the stuffed animals hanging in the windows of the claw machine.
“Alright, I think it’s time,” he says, his voice low and confident, the usual smirk of his creeping back onto his face. “Let’s see if I can win you something.”
You raise an eyebrow, crossing your arms with a playful grin. “Oh? And what makes you so sure you’ll win?”
“Oh, please,” he scoffs, completely unfazed. “You’re talking to someone who can do anything. Besides, it’s just a little claw machine.”
You chuckle, watching as Ohma steps up to the machine, his posture relaxed but still somehow exuding that same arrogance. He pops a coin in the slot, his eyes narrowing with perfect concentration as he lines up the claw over the giant plush bear you’d been eyeing. You bite your lip, excited to see how he does. He’s definitely acting like he’s done this before.
When the claw slowly descends and grabs the plush bear, you can’t help but feel your heart race a little, even though it’s just a silly game. The claw shakes and struggles, but then, to your complete surprise, it lifts the bear up, and with a little wobble, it drops into the prize chute.
“Oh my God, you did it!” you exclaim, completely impressed, your voice full of excitement.
Ohma grins, completely smug about his success. He reaches down and grabs the bear, holding it out to you with a raised eyebrow. “Told you,” he says, his voice full of playful arrogance. “Easy.”
You can’t help but laugh, taking the stuffed animal from his hands. “Okay, okay, maybe you’re a little good at this,” you admit, the corners of your lips curling upward.
He steps closer, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “I told you I could do anything,” he murmurs in your ear, the playful glint in his eyes making you blush. “But hey, I’ll do even better if I win you more.”
As you walk away, your new bear in hand, Ohma keeps glancing at you, a soft smile on his face. You can’t stop giggling at how sweet he’s being, your heart warm with the simple joy of being with him.
The night continues with a steady stream of silliness: riding the Ferris wheel with Ohma nervously trying to keep his cool while you laugh at his exaggerated reactions, taking photos with goofy props at a photo booth, and sampling more ridiculous fair food that you both can’t stop laughing about.
At one point, after trying fried dough together, Ohma turns to you, a bit of powdered sugar on his nose, and asks, “So, how’s the date going? You having fun?”
You can’t help but laugh at his innocent question, your heart swelling with affection. “I’m having an amazing time,” you say, reaching up to wipe a bit of sugar from his nose. “It’s perfect.”
He watches you for a moment, his gaze softening. “I’m glad,” he replies, voice unexpectedly quiet for a moment, before the playful smirk is back. “But don’t get too used to this. I’m a lot more dangerous than just winning stuffed animals.”
You laugh again, nudging him playfully as you walk beside him. “I’ll take my chances.”
His lips curl into a cocky grin, his tone low and teasing. “Good. Because you don’t know what you’re in for yet.”
You shake your head, laughing, but feeling that same flutter in your chest. Ohma really is full of surprises, and you’re starting to think this might just be the best night you’ve had in a long time.
You and Ohma stroll past more booths, giggling about the ridiculous fair food you’ve tried, when your eyes land on a little ride, a classic spinning teacup ride. The colorful cups are spinning in a circle, people laughing as they get twirled around.
“Oh Ohma, we have to go on this one!” you say, practically bouncing on your heels with excitement.
Ohma raises an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. “This little thing? You sure you can handle it?”
You grin up at him, putting on your best mischievous look. “I think it’s you who’s gonna have trouble keeping up.”
He chuckles, glancing you over with a teasing glance. “Oh, I can handle anything. But I have to admit,” His gaze lingers on you for a moment, his eyes softening slightly before that smirk returns, “It’s hard to concentrate with you looking this good.”
You laugh, heat rising up to your ears as you roll your eyes. “Keep it up Tokita, and I might actually start thinking you’re a charmer.”
“Oh, I’m definitely a charmer,” he replies, his tone confident but playful, just the way he always speaks when he’s teasing you. “But let’s see if I can charm you into going faster on this thing.”
As you climb into one of the cups, Ohma steps in after you, his shoulder brushing yours. He sits beside you, his thigh pressed against yours, and you feel that familiar warmth spread through you. The ride operator starts it up, and before you know it, the cup begins to spin slowly.
At first, it’s a calm spin, the soft breeze against your face as you watch the lights blur in the distance. You glance over at Ohma, who looks surprisingly calm, his eyes fixed on you with a small, teasing smile.
“This isn’t so bad,” you say, raising an eyebrow at him. “I thought you’d be freaking out by now!”
Ohma grins, leaning in just a little closer. “Just wait.”
Suddenly, with a swift turn of his hand on the wheel, the teacup spins much faster, making you yelp in surprise. You try to hold onto the edge of the seat as the world blurs around you, but Ohma’s gentle chuckle fills the air, and you can’t help but laugh along with him.
“Ohma!” you giggle, trying to keep your balance as he continues to spin you around. “You’re such a troublemaker!”
He smirks, clearly enjoying himself. “What can I say? I’m just keeping you on your toes.”
You give him a playful push, but your laughter only makes the ride more fun. The spinning finally slows as the ride comes to an official stop, and as you both catch your breath, you can’t help but notice how close you are. The heat of Ohma’s body against yours, his hand still lightly gripping the wheel.
“I think I’m officially dizzy now,” you say, your voice a little breathless.
Ohma leans back, his arm casually resting around the back of your seat, gaze softening as it locks with yours. “I’m just getting started,”
He looks at you for a moment longer, his eyes softening, then he leans closer. “But hey, even dizzy, you’re still the most beautiful thing here,” he murmurs with sincerity, making you blush all over again.
Stepping out of the teacup your knees wobble from the spinning, but the smile on your face never fades. Ohma offers you his hand, grinning softly as he looks at you with a quiet fondness.
“You okay?” he asks, his voice much more gentle.
You take his hand, giving him a teasing smile. “Oh yeah, i’m fine!” Your smile softens as you look up at him, your heart warm from the simple joy of being with him. “I’m just really happy you asked me out.”
Ohma’s expression shifts, just for a moment, as if he’s taken aback by your sincerity. His usual confident smirk softens, replaced by something tender, a flicker of warmth in his dark eyes. “Me too,” he says quietly, squeezing your hand just a little tighter.
The moment hangs in the air between you, and for a second, everything feels still, like the world around you is just waiting. You’re standing so close to him, your hearts beating in sync. There’s something different now, something deeper in the air that wasn’t there before.
You look up at him, and the way he’s gazing down at you, with that same softness but now more intent, makes your heart race. The playful teasing from earlier has melted away, replaced by a quiet intimacy that pulls you closer, like he’s drawing you in.
For a heartbeat, neither of you move, the tension between you growing thick and sweet. You can’t quite figure out what’s happening, but you know you want it, want him, more than anything. Your breath catches, the nervous excitement bubbling up inside of you.
Ohma doesn’t hesitate. One second, he’s watching you with that quiet intensity, and the next, he’s closing the space between you, his hand slipping to the back of your neck as his lips press against yours.
His kiss is warm and sure, his lips just slightly chapped, but still soft against yours. He tastes good, so distinctly him, and it’s enough to leave you lightheaded. His fingers tighten at the back of your neck, firm yet careful, while his other hand slides to your waist, pulling you close. The heat of his palm bleeds through your clothes, and when his thumb dips beneath the hem of your shirt to brush your skin, you shiver beneath his touch.
You melt against him, your fingers curling into his shirt collar as if holding on for balance. It’s impossible not to, everything about him feels so solid, so warm, so right. The kiss is sweet but not at all hesitant. It’s steady and deliberate, quietly claiming you in a way that’s both tender and undeniable.
A low, quiet groan rumbles in his chest, barely more than a breath, but you feel it vibrate against your lips. The sound makes your heart stutter, and you can’t help but press closer. Ohma breaks the kiss just enough to smirk against your mouth, his thumb still tracing slow, lazy circles along your waist. His gaze flicks to your lips again, and before you can say a word, he leans in once more.
This time, his kiss is slower, deeper, a little less careful but no less sweet. His hand slips from your waist to your lower back, pulling you flush against him, and it’s impossible to think about anything else. The warmth of him, the strength in his hands, the way his mouth moves with such quiet purpose, it leaves you breathless. You’ve wanted this for so long, imagined it a hundred times over, but nothing could compare to this. The heat, the softness, the way his kiss makes your head spin. It’s overwhelming in the best possible way, and you can’t stop smiling against his mouth.
When he pulls away again, his lips hover just above yours. With his breath shallow and his gaze intense, you can see the raw emotion behind his eyes. There’s no playful teasing anymore, just a sincerity that makes your heart feel so full.
“Well,” he starts quietly, voice low and steady, but filled with longing. He brushes his thumb gently over your cheek, his gaze flicking to your lips before returning to your eyes. “Was this a good date?”
You’re still floating, the intensity of the kiss and the moment rushing through your body. You nod without thinking, your heart swelling as you whisper back simply, “It was perfect.”
His lips curve into a small, satisfied smile. “Good,” he murmurs, leaning in to kiss you again. This time, slow and sure, making sure you know exactly what this means.
