⠀ 𝝑𝑒 ⠀⠀ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. play fighting with your lover quickly turns into you being pounded on the couch.
tags. (assassin!)toji x female reader. smut. dōggy style. age gap implied. with plot-ish. unprotected -> p in v. size difference / kink. power trip-ish. teasing. crēampie. dacryphilia. tummy bulging. pūssy slapping. breēding mention. reader gets called ‘(little) girl, pretty, doll, slut.’ not proofread. wc: 3.4k
you let out a sigh of relief when your lover comes back home safe from another mission. toji’s risky job always leaves you anxious, knowing what could happen to him if things took a turn for the worse.
“keheh, there’s my pretty girl,” toji grins as he feels you jump into his embrace the instant he steps into the living room. your arms wrap around his waist and your head rests against his chiseled chest. he’s sweaty and bloody, yet you can’t care less. you’ve waited all day for him.
you tilt your head back and give the black-haired man a quick, passionate kiss. he returns it with equal force before picking you up and bringing you over to the couch. once toji put you down, he reaches a hand out to lazily ruffle your hair, “i’m g’nna take a shower, yeah?”
you shake your head and grab his hand before he can think of moving away. “no, want you to stay. just for a little more,” you attempt to coax toji into staying with you for a bit more.
“after i take a shower, doll. i probably smell ‘n look like shit,” the assassin mumbles in a low tone. his hair is wet with sweat, black locks sticking to his forehead. his compression shirt is torn in some places, but it’s neatly outlining his pecs, which makes him look ten times more attractive.
“nu-uh, you don’t,” you refute and tug at toji’s wrist again. he playfully rolls his eyes after giving in to your innocent request. you clearly don’t mind the sweaty state he’s in. you just want to cuddle up and talk to him about all kinds of things. “you look as handsome as ever,” you smile at him once you straddle his lap. toji’s hands find your hips, his nails ghosting over your skin to send shivers down your spine.
“heh. that ain’t nothin’ new,” your lover leans his head back with a cocky smirk. he knows how much you love it when he’s all sweaty and tired. toji never fails to spot the way your eyes wander up and down his muscular figure whenever he’s wearing that signature outfit of his. a black compression shirt that defines his pecs and white-ish baggy pants. you love it.
your fingers trace circles over his chest. you don’t seem to care about the random crimson droplets on his skin. they’re not his, thus you let it go. asking questions about the job he’s finished will only ruin the mood you’ve set. plus, toji clearly needs some distraction from the fact that his limbs are aching. he’s outdone himself today as well.
“you tired?” you ask through a soft murmur. your boyfriend nods while yawning, teasingly pinching your cheek afterwards. “mhm,” toji hums while playing with the collar of your shirt, eyes wandering down to your tits. one of his most favorite spots on your body.
you’re clearly not wearing a bra and it’s making it difficult for him to stay focused. your nipples push against the material of your pyjamas so deliciously, just begging to be touched by his fingers. he quietly clears his throat and looks the other direction to play it off.
“oh?” you giggle and tap toji’s cheek twice to gain his attention, though with no success. he’s trying his best to come off as nonchalant as possible—to remain that stoic man he’s always been. his attempts are proven futile when you press your breasts against his chest.
“come on, babe. look at meeee,” you laugh and resort to tickling toji’s belly and armpits. he freezes for a second before scoffing at your actions, his hands immediately rush under your shirt to tickle you back. you end up squirming on his lap, trying to swat his arms in attempt to defend yourself.
your lover lets out a haughty chuckle as you become defenceless because of his well calculated revenge tickles. “mm? didn’t hear ya, y’ should speak up,” toji teases you, clearly seeing how you’re struggling to talk as he makes you squeal and laugh uncontrollably.
there are tears forming on your eyes. your breath comes in short gasps when you finally find a chance to jump off toji’s lap. “shut up, fushiguro!” you call out, going back to last name basis, which you know toji dislikes. you stumble back a little and stick your tongue out at your lover before fleeing the scene. or at least you try to.
“fushiguro, aye?” you hear toji’s voice right behind you, and when you turn around to face him, he’s already got you caged in his arms. you gasp and kick your legs, hitting him in the shin. the man groans at the contact and loosens his grip a little. you take the opportunity again, jumping onto his back, clinging onto him with your legs around his waist. you encircle your arm around his neck and catch him off guard with a surprise headlock.
“hehe, got you now,” you grin smugly. toji’s not giving his best, you know that, because you’d be on the floor if he did. he’s allowing you to have fun and he’s indulging you, which you more than so appreciate. “what? cat got your tongue, big boy?” you continue challenging him, proud of your little achievement.
you’re painfully oblivious to toji's struggles. how he's struggling with his inner desires, how his hands ball up into fists at his side. he can feel your body clinging onto him, your legs wrapped so tightly around his waist. it’s adorable that you find so much joy in having the upper hand over a grown man like him.
adorable, and such a huge turn on.
toji can’t believe that he’s getting a boner from just playing with you like this. maybe it’s your body that’s pressed against him so snugly, letting him feel every feminine curve or maybe it's the fact that he knows he can easily pin you to the ground and show you what a real man can do until you're begging for mercy.
your nipples are pressed against his back and it’s so hard to act like he can’t feel that. it’s hard to believe you’re not doing it on purpose, but you truly aren’t.
“careful,” toji comments in a husky voice. the corner of his lip twitches, his eyes hidden behind his black bangs, “y’ might start something you can’t finish.” you figure that it’s just bait to scare you off, so you don’t take it seriously. you tighten the headlock a little, biting toji’s ear and nibbling on it as revenge.
“you’re not scaring me with that,” you chuckle and pinch toji’s cheek with your free hand. the older man turns his head slightly, catching a glimpse of your mischievous grin. oh, how cute.
with a swift, fluid motion, toji reaches up with both hands and grasps your thighs firmly. in a heartbeat, your positions reverse and he pins you to the nearby wall. both of his meaty arms cage you in by pressing against the concrete on either side of your head.
“seems like i’m the one who got ya now, doll,” toji murmurs, his voice low and laced with a hint of lust. he gazes down at you, your faces mere inches apart. you can feel his breath fanning against your lips. he’s itching to claim your mouth so, so bad.
but before he can capture your sweet lips with his, you catch him off guard by pushing your full weight forward, causing toji to lose balance. he tumbles backwards onto the carpet below with you on top of him.
“nope, am not giving up so easily,” you giggle as you try to grab at his wrists. you’re oblivious to toji’s desires, too focused on overpowering the man who could snap you in half. it’s fun when he allows you to take control.
however, your lover is slowly losing his rationality. you’re seated on top of his abs and he can swear he can feel the heat of your cunt through your clothes. it’s the only thing he can focus on at that moment. the only thing he craves.
“fuck, c’mere,” toji growls and rolls you over so you’re pinned beneath him on the floor. he can’t help the smirk that tugs at his lips when your laughter echoes throughout the living room. even through his lustful haze, he finds your joy thoroughly endearing.
you manage to find another opening and roll over again so you’re on top of him instead. the cycle continues for a few more seconds, your bodies lost in a tangled mess of limbs. you exchange gasps, grunts and giggles while you’re ‘fighting’ for dominance.
when you bite on toji’s shoulder as a way to catch him off guard once more, he hisses. not in an annoyed or pained way— no. he’s so turned on that you biting him sends a jolt of pleasure right down to his aching cock. so turned on that he may accidentally have developed a new kink in that same second.
either way, that little action was his last straw.
toji effortlessly lifts you up on the couch, your body bouncing a bit on the plush cushions as he turns you around on your stomach. one arm hooks around your neck, his bicep pressing against your throat. not enough to hinder your airway, but enough to send shivers down your spine.
“told ya to b’ careful,” toji grunts, his breath against your sensitive skin from behind, “y’ should start listening to me more.” his tongue flicks out and licks a stripe up your ear. his crotch is pressed right against your ass and only then do you notice his raging hard-on.
your eyes widen, cheek smushed against his muscular arm wrapped around your neck, keeping you in place beneath his big body. “oh, fuck, toji,” you let out a shuddering breath. you’re completely engulfed by his large frame—disappearing out of sight. just how he likes it.
“yeah? feel that?” toji grins as he squeezes his bicep around your delicate throat some more. you gasp and whine, turned on by him overpowering you, as much as you had been enjoying the opposite just seconds ago. he mocks your earlier words with a grunt, “think i have’ta remind my lil’ brat exactly what this ‘big boy’ can do to ya.”
and the older man wastes no time to do exactly that.
your shorts and panties are tossed carelessly on the carpet, your cheek smushed against the cushions that you’re desperately gripping. your face is contorted with pleasure, brows furrowed, eyes glazed over and your swollen lips parted to take shallow breaths.
you can feel the ache in your lower back. the arch of your spine is nearly unnatural as your ass is pushed so high up, bouncing back to meet the mean backshots your man is giving you.
“ah, ngh! t—toooji,” you mewl loudly, droplets of saliva trickling down from the corner of your mouth. you can’t deny that this entire situation has you soaked.
the switch toji went through, from being playful and letting you do what you want to reminding you who’s boss at the end of the day— it’s perfect and feels way too good. the cherry on top is the familiar scent of his body, the sweat mixed with his cologne.
it adds to the pleasure, makes you dizzy in a good way.
toji grips your waist, his manly hands trailing down to your hips every now and then for the extra leverage. his fingers dig into your soft flesh as he pounds into you mercislessly, fucking into you like you’re his personal cocksleeve. “ain’t gonna try that again, are ya?”
“dumb lil’ slut,” your harsh lover grumbles under his breath, hand smacking the fat of your ass. toji loves seeing it ripple underneath him, even more so when his hips smack against your rear with strength that leaves your flesh stinging, “bet ya love it when i remind you who owns this cunt.”
toji groans as he slides his thick cock in and out of your tight cunt. you’re gripping him like you never want to let go, like you want to milk him of every drop of the cum stored in his balls.
the sight that he’s blessed with from his point of view can make him bust a load right then and there. you’re presenting your ass to him shamelessly, looking back over your shoulder with lust-blown eyes.
and don’t get him started on the outline of his dick distending your tummy, the one he can feel whenever he reaches a hand around to press against your lower abdomen and circle your clit. too fucking lewd.
“fuck, yeahhhh. take that fat fuckin’ dick, baby,” toji throws his head back as he pushes your body even further into the couch. you swear he’s folding you in half, “let me show ya what a real man in charge can do— how a real man fucks his woman.”
toji’s cock is ruining you, reshaping your insides to fit his massive size and you don’t mind it one bit. in fact, you love it. love the feel of him, the stretch and burn of his thick cock splitting you open.
“yes, mmh, yes! fuck me!” you keen, sobbing from the pleasure. your hand reaches back to scratch at toji’s arm, trying to hold onto him, to find him even in the midst of it all. the view of your desperation and your pleas makes him lose it.
the dark-haired man scoffs, “oh, i’ll fuck ya, all right. . .”
with a low growl, toji plants one foot on the floor next to you, his other leg still bent at the knee on the sofa you’re laying at. the muscles in his arms ripple as he lifts your hips even higher up to be able to meet his thrusts.
“fuuuuuck! right there!” you wail, your head trashing back and forth on the damp sofa. from this new angle, he can drive his fat dick into you even deeper, engorged tip hitting that sweet spot inside you that makes you see white.
toji revels in the obscene sounds of skin slapping against skin, mixed with your sweet moans. you seem so much smaller than him in this new position, your body helplessly giving in, allowing him to put you in whatever position he wants. it boosts his ego and makes his cock pulse inside of you.
he loves seeing the tears in your eyes as it nearly gets too much for you to handle. it motivates him to fuck you harder until you’re full on bawling, which he can easily get off on. making you cry in pure bliss is all he wants to achieve.
your pussy is tight as it clenches around his cock like a vice. toji’s hand slithers around to circle your clit, making your legs spasm and hips thrust back sloppily. “shitttt, y’r sweet lil’ cunt was made just for this—” he pants as his thumb presses against the nub, “to take my cock.”
all you can do is dumbly nod at whatever your partner says. “mmhm, ah yeah, made for you,” your small whines are music to his ears. the palms of your hands feel clammy as you hold onto anything you can grasp.
everything around you is a blur as the only thing you can focus on is the way his heavy cock fills you so well.
toji can feel your juices trickling down his heavy sack, soaking his thighs and yours, as well as the couch. it will leave stains, but he doesn’t care and neither do you.
“look at ya,” he huffs and slaps your clit once, callused fingers dragging along your puffy lips that are parted obscenely wide for his cock. toji brings his wet finger to his mouth to lick it clean. he hums satisfactorily at the taste, “pussy’s droolin’ aaaall over my dick. nasty girl.”
your pussy starts fluttering around his thick length as it impales you over and over. it’s a telltale sign of your orgasm, one toji has come to recognise quite easily.
“yeah? gonna make an even bigger mess on my cock?” he grins before pressing his chest against your sweaty back, blanketing your small body. the extra weight added to the ecstasy only makes you scream louder for him.
“yes, yes, yes! gonna cum!” you cry out, toes curling and eyes rolling back as you try to prolong your pleasure. even if it’s only for a second.
toji curses under his breath as his hips move faster to drive you over the edge. he can’t wait to feel your cunt get even tighter, to make it feel like you’re about to snap his dick off. he loves the pain mixed with the pleasure of your tightness.
“do it. cream all over me, c’mon, little girl. y’ can do it,” toji coaxes, delivering small smacks to your clit, causing your hips to jolt back with each slap. you can’t do it anymore— can’t hold on any longer.
you scream as you cum, your pussy spasming wildly around toji’s pulsing cock. that sensation alone has the older man gasping for air, nails digging into the flesh of your ass. no matter how many times he fucks you, the moment you cum, he automatically follows.
the way you squeeze his dick and hold onto it like you don’t want to let go is simply too much.
“fuck, fuck, fuck. g’nna make me bust a fat fuckin’ nut inside of you,” toji groans, his rhythm growing sloppy yet his thrusts are still deliciously hard, “gonna pump this pussy full of my load. breed ‘er nice and deep. shitt— take it!”
a strangled moan leaves his lips as he grinds his hips against your ass while his cock jolts inside of you. he pumps jet after jet of hot cum directly into your womb, tip rubbing against the deepest spot he can reach.
“eaaaasy, yeah, just like that. let it soak into ya,” toji hisses as his hips jerk erratically, “good girl. takin’ all of it so well.” it seems to go on forever as spurts of semen flood your insides for a good few seconds.
once your lover fully empties his balls inside of you, he feels himself grow weak. his thighs and arms tremble a bit from overexertion.
you collapse together in a sweaty heap, toji’s softening dick still buried deep inside of you. the only thing filling the room now is your heavy breathing as you slowly regain your composure. it’s quite a comfortable silence.
after a while, toji shifts. he pulls out with a wet squelch and watches with half-lidded eyes as thick, pearly globs of cum trickle down your slit. he grins lazily at the sight before turning you around.
you’re completely fucked out, it seems. your chest is heaving and your eyes are barely open. the trails of tears and drool on your face tells the man enough. toji wipes a stray strand of hair from your face with a haughty chuckle, “damn, keheh, fucked y’ real good. you okay though?”
you weakly nod in response before wrapping your arms around him. your hands rest on his broad back, pressing your face into the crook of his neck.
toji hums and hugs you back, being careful not to squish you under his weight. he presses chaste kisses to your temple as he enjoys your frame molding perfectly against the hard muscles of his body.
“y’ did so well for me, little girl,” he comments gruffly, voice deep and a bit hoarse. you smile at the praise and murmur a small ‘thanks’. nothing is better than being able to feel safe with your lover after an intense session like that.
you pull back a bit and look up at toji with a little, playful grin. “guess i need to challenge you more often. felt too good, babe.”
toji lets out a small scoff and shakes his head. a ghost of a smirk appears on his lips as he slightly pinches your side. he holds you against his chest and buries his nose into your hair, sighing as he finally relaxes his weary body.
“y’ can try. might break ya for real next time, though.”
꩜ᯅ꩜ choso, nanami, gojo, geto, sukuna & toji × how they deal with a squirter!?
contents: JJK men x afab/fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - size differences (true form! kuna) - kissing/making out - thigh-riding - [anal] fingering (f! receiving) - oral (f! + m! receiving) - sqůirtǐng (ofc) - facesitting - Daddy kink - 69 + doggy style + full nelson positions - overstimulation - clitoral play (grinding + swiping + pinching) - praising - cervix fucking - pet names (angel, baby, cutiepie, good girl, little thing, etc.) - degradation + humiliation - mention of blood and drool/spit.
word count: 5.3k
a. note: goin on a trip next week, so i leave y'all with this until the next one ☆ enjoy !!
ᯓ꩜ Chōsō Kamo
You giggled. “You ready, baby?”
He smiles back. “Bring it on, sweetheart.”
Having a partner willing to try new things with you is undoubtedly a blessing. Wouldn’t you want to try anything and everything with your partner—learning new things and sharing experiences with the person you love and cherish the most in this globe?
It adds to your trust in one another – an exchange enhances the companionship…even if it’s in the bedroom!
“Okay, Choso, get ready.”
Your boyfriend nods from below you, watching from between your thighs as you descend your lower half where his face is, and the two of you moan once the lips of your labia land on his awaiting tongue.
This was all your idea, by the way: you’re the one who pulled on Choso’s shirt as you two watched the television from his bed, his caramel eyes drifting to you after grabbing his attention. It was difficult to ask at first, stumbling with your words as this embarrassing request isn’t something you make regularly. Once you got your words out, it wasn’t surprising to see your boyfriend a little flustered as you were.
However, that didn’t stop him from accepting it – albeit bashfully – confidently, igniting a colossal quirk of happiness to affect the glow of his bedroom. So, here you two are, putting this new experience to the test.
“Mmmm, oh God,” you purr with chewed lips, fighting the urge to swing your hips as Choso mouths you.
Choso has his hips on your waist to keep you steady as he does his work, using his lips and tongue to please you in this new position. His tongue swims around your inner labia, the folds coated with your wetness mixed with his saliva. You exhale through your nostrils, your thighs sluggishly move to have your man attend to the surface, and you mewl at the flick of your clitoris. Oh shiiit…!
Having you on top of him like this was not something the brunet expected, thinking this would be a lazy day to hang out with his cute companion on this slow Friday. However, to have easy access to taste your fluids within his vicinity in this erotic position...he’s starting to like it a little too much.
“Ohhh, my God, Choso,” you shrill with a gasp. “You’re so good…Feel so good.”
“Yeah, baby?” He questions below your waist, poking your clit with his tongue. “You like riding my face?”
He can’t see it, but you nod impetuously. “Yessss! Yees—Shhaaah! Fuck, your tongue…!” You lick your lips and bite as you bring your waist lower, his nose bumping on your clit. “More, give me moreee…!”
“Heh, sure thing,” he titters at your enthusiasm as his hands curl to your buttocks, bringing you further down to his level. You whimper as he sucks on your vulva with purpose, lapping his tongue around to tease your entrance before he pushes it in. Here is where Choso changes the atmosphere, fucking you with his tongue and collecting more of your essence to drink. All you can do is wail and swing your hips faster, and your boyfriend quickly catches the rhythm. Shit, tastes so good…!
“Uhhgg, feels so fucking good—Mmmaa!” Holy hell, this was too much! There’s so much going on underneath you outside your control, only having the command of your waist to influence. Your thighs jiggle as you resort to bouncing on your boyfriend’s face, and your hands ball on the comforter the two of you lay on.
Choso’s tongue goes frantic, wiggling the wet muscle around your insides and pulling you in to sink more into your overwhelming taste and smell. The more you bounce on his face, the more his nose hits your clitoris, your bud sending shocks up to your head to enlighten the exhilaration! Faster and faster you go, the same for the tongue lapping all over your vulva and sucking on you purposely.
“Choso..!! Cho—shiiiit—Chosooo!!” You cry out with trenched brows and closed eyes, electric shocks spiraling all over your body with all the growing pressure.
Your body then gives in, and you let your essence out of your system. Your fluids shower all over Choso’s face as you come on his tongue; your boyfriend is not swayed by the liquid hitting his face, just focused on slurping your wetness covering your cunt. Quivers force your thighs to jolt, jerking your whole frame as you let the waves of your orgasm hit until everything relaxes.
And when it does, you sigh heavily and lift your ass. Choso watches the sight before him, his spit blended with your come all within your inner thighs. The heat from his face spreads to his ears — oh, he hopes he doesn’t get addicted to this.
“Oh my God, Choso,” your boyfriend snaps to your call. “Your face, it’s all wet!”
“Hm? Oh!” It takes a second to realize that he is utterly drenched with your satisfaction, scoffing with a smile. “Guess we both got a bit too excited.”
You chuckle as you leave to grab a hand towel from his bathroom. “I’m sorry about that!”
“It’s okay,” Choso takes off his shirt, which was damp on his collar, and accepts the towel you give him. “As long as you’re feeling good up there, I don’t mind drowning a bit for you, sweetie.”
You shake your head with a smile. “You’re not funny.”
ᯓ꩜ Nanami Kento
Nothing puts the cherry on top of a hard day at work for Nanami than coming home and being pulled into your arms.
“Nnnmm, Kento, you feel so good…”
…And loving on him more affectionately.
You practically dragged your man into the living room, peppering him with smooches in your glee that he had returned home safe and sound, and he chortles as you beckon him to sit on the couch with you. The two of you winding down while watching the television, Nanami relaxing with a nice cold beer and taking off his necktie and blazer.
However, he’s unaware of you glimpsing through your peripheral, looking intently, sliding his tie off his collar and unbuttoning his shirt. You notice the sneak of his exposed collarbone, drifting your gaze to something else only for it to land on his pants. Lips flatten at the sight of his thighs; his hand patting on it makes you stare longer than intended, swallowing thickly to quench a dry throat.
He was taking a swig of his beer, watching the motion of his Adam’s apple with intent. Your fingers fiddling with the bottom of your sundress can’t jurisdiction your thoughts anymore, wanton desires stacking up and soon to fall like dominoes.
And when it does fall, you silently stand and walk in front of Nanami, the blonde noticing you come around to obstruct his view of the TV. “My love?” You don’t answer. “Something’s wrong?” No words yet…but you lift your dress, mocha eyes pinpointing to the cute design of your cotton thong. “Sweetheart…” you move to sit again, but not back on the couch—nope—instead, his pant-clad thigh, straddling the firm muscles, and your arms come around to cup his cheeks.
“Kento,” you finally speak, whispering for only his words to pick up. “I missed you.”
If there was one thing that could pull Nanami’s heartstrings, it was you – his pretty wife. So, when you express your love for him, of course, he has to reciprocate tenfold.
“Ooooo, yesss, Ken…please, go faster…Mmmph.”
You stay atop Nanami’s thigh, grinding your labia on his pants to the point that a damp spot is prominent in the tan color. The blonde doesn’t seem to mind, though, as he’s the one who slid your thong for his fore and middle finger to swipe on your clitoris. The touch is pleasant, fueling your waist to keep moving. With your back to his chest, he kisses you passionately from behind. Your sweet tongue meets his, influenced by the taste of alcohol, a strange combination that surprisingly gets the kiss steamier.
Nanami chews on your bottom lip, having you whimper so sublimely that shivers crawl his spine, sucking on your tongue as your hips go faster. Jesus Christ, the friction from grinding on the material of his pants feels so good, nestling in between your folds nicely and faintly bumping on your clit. However, that is for your husband’s fingers, tweaking the bud you perk to your tippy toes. Hahhh, so good!
“Mmmm, shit,” the golden-haired man curses under his breath before taking your lips into his again. “Come here, angel.” He slams his lips to yours, and you don’t plan to leave his taste as you throw your head back. One arm lifts your legs by the knees, the free hand having more access for him to stick his middle finger into your wetness.
You moan into his mouth, allowing your husband to please you with his fingers rubbing your inner texture. It starts slow until he adds the ring finger, dialing the pace for his fingertips to scratch onto places you could never reach. A hand finds his hair, his neat locks now getting disheveled because of you.
“Puhaah, ohhh, shit!” You shrill with puffy lips while Nanami kisses your cheek and chin, all the while his digits are brushing up on the upper wall of your vagina — you almost lose balance. “I’m close…!”
The magic words let Nanami know to keep doing what he’s doing, sucking the skin of your neck while shoving his fingers until his very knuckles. The clamp of your walls is sensational, addicting to the point that he doesn’t want to get his digits out yet — not until your high comes to an end.
And that doesn’t sound impossible; you scream as if you don’t have neighbors between your apartment, a watery liquid ejecting out of your glands and showering all around. Sprinkles of your clear juices hit the palm of Nanami’s hand and thigh, adding more stains to his pants to worry about.
Your heaving body slowly relaxes as your orgasm rattles your bones, Nanami laying more pecs on your beautiful skin as he permits your quaking legs to touch the floor again. Yet, you jerk when your toes feel something wet, snapping out of your daze and realizing what a show you made.
“O-Oh, my—“ you try to stand, but Nanami’s quick to catch you as your body is still under the shocks of your crescendo. “Ugh, I’m sorry, Kento, I messed up your work clothes.”
“No worries, I need to do laundry tomorrow anyway.” The blonde chuckles to your ear and kisses you again, massaging your waist.
“In that case…would you mind if I dirty your clothes some more?” Your butt presses up on the tent of his groin — which has been getting firmer and firmer once the man stuffed his fingers in you. “I’m sure you’d get some fun out of it.”
He raises a sandy brow with a smile. “Would I, or would you, since you’re the one who came onto me?”
“…A bit of both.” You both share a laugh as Nanami carries you bridally to the bedroom.
“Then I don’t mind at all.”
ᯓ꩜ Gojō Satoru
“Mmmm, can never get over this view~.”
“Can you stop commenting about it?!”
“Whaaat? I can’t say I admire my cutie’s beautiful ass in front of me?”
“You’re so annoying…” you grumble as you sigh and begin to lick the tip of his cock.
It’s been a while since you and Gojo had a good 69 session. He is busy being the strongest sorcerer of the modern era and being a full-time teacher, and you go through your day-to-day life swarmed up with work and routine. Lack of time to spend together is an onerous task to execute outside of sleeping and snoring in your shared bed.
But alas, when you two are finally resting and enjoying each other’s company this weekend, it’s a no-brainer that you two will end up skin-to-skin action sometime today.
You straddled atop Gojo, your ass facing him while his lower half was to your front, your hand stroking his length cock, following the curve up to the pink tippy top. The sight of precum starting to pool and spill over down your fingertips makes your cheeks hot, and the heat between your legs causes a twitch.
Gojo, however, grins before he kisses your labia, welcoming his tongue that invades the space between your folds. You moan as you stuff your mouth with his cockhead, treating him with peppered licks and sucks as you keep jerking him off. Fucking hell, his dick is just so lengthy, hitting the back of your throat with ease that you have to remind yourself to relax to not gag.
Lazy licks are dawned on your wet chasm, lapping from the clit up to the other end. He notices the subtle quakes of your thighs as he tongues you down and has him chuckle as he pushes his face into your frame more, his hands curling to cup your ass so he can fondle the flesh.
You mumble on his dick after he flicks your clit. “Mmmph…! Hmmmm…” Sucking on his shaft, you bob your head up and down to get accustomed to the limb. Climbing back up to the tip where you suck on it roughly with hallowed cheeks after drizzling it with saliva.
“Oh shiiit,” the white-haired man’s head hits the headboard of his bed, moaning at the attention you’re giving his cock. “So good at this, angel,” he coos as his hands curl to the front to massage and lightly pat your asscheeks like drums. “Missed this.”
“Mmmm, mmmahh…!” The tip leaves your lips, and you’re quick to keep stroking him as you lick around his crown. “Fuck, so big…”
“Well, thank you, baby,” he knows you’re probably rolling your eyes at that comment, chortling to himself. “Means a lot hearing that from someone who keeps winking at me over here.”
“Pfft, you’re so gross,” you top his cockhead to the flat of your tongue, blowing on it to make your tall partner shiver under you. “So full of yourself.”
“Mmmm, maybe so,” you whine as Gojo blows and sucks on your inner labia. “But you can’t blame me for that, right?”
“What…ever,” your feet come around and pulls his face back to your ass. “Just shut up and use that tongue—since you’re so confident.”
“Heh, so pushy.” But the thing is, Gojo is confident – narcissistically so. You saying that only probed him to flip a switch, and you’re unfortunately on the receiving end of his wrath.
Gojo’s tongue goes erratic, swishing around your vulva as if you can’t keep up with one lap after the other. Your waist goes to lift your ass away — fat chance, as his hands return behind your butt to keep you on him the entire time. The vibrations of his humorful laugh are felt in the very nerves of your folds.
You whimper aloud, the hand jerking his cock, straying off its rhythm as your body submits to the pleasure going around your lower half. He inserts his tongue into your opening, fucking your slit with pushes and pulls. He sucks your wetness with his mouth, and the hands placed on your ass grip on the flesh that has you standing on your very palms.
“—Khhh..! W-Wait, Satoruu, stop!” You cry, but the tall man only smacks your ass mischievously, having you clamping on his tongue without your conscience. “I-I said waaait!!” No signs of waiting as he stuffs his face further between your thighs; noises of him slurping your vulva sound so wrong!
Oh, my fucking God! Your legs tremble, a sign that you’re trying everything you can to alleviate. However, Gojo’s grip on you doesn’t make it an easy battle, latching onto you with vigor. No, wait, wait, stop i—“Ahaa—ahhhnn!!”
It’s no use; the fluid you release slips past your control, spraying out of the urethra and showering all over your thighs and Gojo’s lower jaw and neck. Your body yields, losing balance and slumping your whole body on top of your boyfriend as you come on his tongue and drizzle all around the space of your lower half. Shocks and quivers travel up your spine to your head to pound, leaving Gojo to keep lapping and swishing on your wet slit in victory.
“Mmmm, aahhhshit, so good…!” He blinks with hooded eyes as he licks his lips and spits on your vagina to lick slowly. “Taste so good…”
“Hahhh, ahhh, I..I told you to,” you stand on your elbows and look behind. “To…wait, dummy!”
“You told me to shut and use my tongue!” He backfires, not relenting even after sending your half-lidded glare. You groan and turn back to suck on his pink tip in defeat. “Fuck, love it when you’re all wet like this…and lucky me for being in the splash zone as you—Oww!”
You smack on his nuts. “You’re so annoying!”
ᯓ꩜ Getō Suguru
“Suguruuu…! Don’t do th–Ahhht!”
“Ahhhh, you sound so cute, baby.”
Geto plows you from behind, watching you grip the armrest of the couch as your butt is propped up and your face buried to hide yourself…Quite a futile attempt, if he says so himself, but adorable nonetheless.
Fucking in the living room wasn’t part of the daily routine today, yet here you two are. His hands grab hold of your waist as he conceals his girthy cock inside your tight cunt, stuffing every inch of him till the very hilt meets the lips of your outer lips.
Your breath is shaky as Geto’s hips move to and fro, sighing at the sensation of your tensed walls around him. You always felt way too fucking good, biting his lip to fight the urge to let his waist fly and piston himself right into you. And he enjoys the way you act as he teases you, the position giving him ideas on how to torment you idly.
Like now, as he skims a thumb around your asshole. The action of having you contract on him even more. “Nnnn! Nnooooh, don’t play with my ass…!”
“You sure? It’s been winking at me for a minute.” He chimes with a sly smile, licking his finger and switching his thumb to lather your hole with his saliva. Holy shit, the way you’re twitching around him is driving him nuts, as he hasn’t even put anything in yet.
“Do-Don’t say it like that!” You peer over your shoulder with furrowed brows, meeting the purple eyes that catch you. His hips go excruciatingly slow, your vagina feeling like a void as he pulls for absence before fulling you back as he pushes. “It’s em…barrassin—Ghhhh!”
He pushes the thumb inside while you’re distracted, and both your holes pucker in haste. “Awww, don’t be like that, my love,” his mellow voice doesn’t match the crudeness of his actions, throwing unpredictable snaps of his hips to throw you off. “Nothing about your body is embarrassing….God, your ass looks so sexy from the back—“
Another twitch of your slit—God, you’re too fucking cute. “What are you—Don’t say stuff like that…!” Your flustered reaction didn’t make it any better as Geto pushed his thumb inside until the dent and knuckle, wiggling it inside and pushing and pulling to toy with your rear. Your teeth clench onto the couch pillow while he increases the cadence of his ruts. “Mmmmm, ohmyGod…Suguu, please—“
“Hmm, you want me to stop?” He asks and observes for a cue to stop what he’s doing. You don’t say anything, though, just your hips swaying. It makes Geto scoff, “I get the feeling you don’t want me to; look at you moving your hips on your own, pumpkin. Your body’s so honest for me.”
“Haaahh, you’re soo…mean, Sugu…”
“Only when I know it makes you feel good,” he moves his bangs out for a bit. “Which is why,” then Geto slithers that same hand down to where your chasm is linked to his wet cock, and his fingers go erratically fast on your clit. “I wanna tease this a bit, too.”
Eyes widen as you shriek at the touch, moaning aloud once he removes his thumb from your ass to keep your butt onto him as he jackhammers his cock into you. Your frame is propelled with every push, the pokes on of your cervix knock you out like the wind, and the hard rubs on your clit have you seeing stars.
“—Ohhooo, oh–hoooo!! Sug’ruuu, waaiitt!!” It’s useless; he doesn’t stop, and more hits to your womb have you wailing uncontrollably. The fingers on your clit don’t let you rest, having you unable to speak a proper sentence and resort to letting your boyfriend pound into you. A few more pinches have your legs jerking, and you can’t help but let the wave smash onto you.
As your orgasm claims over your body, you squirt out, liquids falling onto the couch beneath you, point blank. Your eyes are sewn shut as your slit flutters on Geto’s penis, your substance leaking out of your glans and dirtying your thighs and legs. Oh God, no!!
Geto hisses at the feeling of you spasming on him, tilting his head to see what you’ve done. “Oh my, would’ya look at that~.”
“Shooop, don’t loook…!!” A hand moves to the side to “try” and stop him, but he catches it with his palm, intertwining his fingers with yours. “Don’t look at iiiit…”
“But you did so well!” Geto kisses your hand. “Maybe I should play with your ass more—“
“Suguru, stop!”
“Kidding~,” he was not.
ᯓ꩜ Ryōmen Sukuna
Sukuna relishes the feeling of you like this — your back to his front, your legs held up by his solid upper arms while the lower hands hold your buttocks, and your holes accommodating to his two girthy cocks — like the good pet you are.
He entirely suspends you, your entire frame contorted for your arms to grip the futon sheets below. Sweat and warmth are exchanged by bare skin, the glow of the candles highlights the unioned figures within Sukuna’s quarters, and your anus and vagina are full of nothing but the two cocks stretching you and rubbing your insides.
Sukuna bucks his hips with might, and his every push makes you dizzy. Toes curl as your ass is pulled up and down to meet his hefty balls, his dicks venturing further to torture your insides with satisfaction. Your vision gets a bit hazy as the heat gets to your head, and your head begins to pound.
“What’s wrong, little thing,” your lips flatten to hinder the moan wanting to escape as he speaks behind you, feeling his breath brush the hairs of your back. “You’re silent this time around.”
“Haaaah, my Lord…” The tongue of his stomach licks your lower back with a lazy kiss. “Y-You’re…too biiig.”
He hits you with a sudden rut and purrs at the clench of your entrances. “You say that, yet your lewd body seems to accustom pretty well.” Another hit of his hips causes the tips of his cock to brush up against your sweet spots effortlessly, and you finally unclench your lips to let a wail escape. “Your body only good for taking cocks like a real good whore, huh?”
“I’m so—Mmmph…! S-Shooo fuuuull…”
“No, you’re not,” he snickers as his lower left-hand sneaks around to cusp your clitoris, your precious pearl engulfed by the sheer thickness of his digits. “Not until I fill you with my seed like a sow in heat.”
The salmon-haired man picks up the pace to drill his cocks, churning your vagina and rear like toys. Your cries fly out quickly at the point, puffy lips losing ground to stay locked. Hands balled into fists as you’re threatened by the sheer mass of Sukuna, unable to fight out of this—forced to submit to him and his persistence.
Your slit and butt are so busy with his cocks, the length of your vagina grazing your G-spot by its underside, the walls fluttering involuntarily around him. The dick inside your butt feels so utterly good; the size of him is never something you can get fully habituated to. And the hand on your clit doesn’t stop playing with it, roughly pushing and grinding on it to the point of babbling and choking on spit.
“—Hnnngh, fuck. So tight,” Sukuna licks your back and nibbles on your skin, teasing to tear your skin to taste just a hint of blood. “Feel so good…”
“Ahahhh, I caaan’t…!” Your eyes begin to water as you shut them close, lack of vision enhancing the sense of touch where it has your nerves overly stimulated. Everything is happening all at once, and you can sense the climb once the tip hits your womb. “I can’t do iiit! You’re gonna break meee!!”
“Keheh, wouldn’t be the first time.” It’s probably for the best because you can’t see the smug-ass grin on his oddly comely face. More kisses are placed on your back. “Shut up and take it, dove,” he commands you, not leaving you any room to retaliate as his thrusts increase without warning.
Your mouth is agape, and your cries are unwillingly bouncing around the shoji-paneled walls. A bit of spit comes down your lips, your hands only finding Sukuna’s waist for your nails to dig into. The grumble of his stomach traversing to your core to rumble with the vibrations. Oh, God, noo!! You can feel it – the worse of the worse. Just when you thought your humiliation wasn’t enough at this moment, it was about to skyrocket in three…two…one.
Feverish ruts to your ass, have the reins slip out of your hold, all the restraint in your body withering with every harsh push and pull. Your head pounds like crazy, nothing but a blur can be seen in your eyes, and the clear substance expels out of your urethra, leaving out of your system along with your dignity.
And Sukuna doesn’t have to see it to believe it, grinning from ear to ear as he playfully smacks on your vulva to create more of a mess. The watered-down liquid sprayed out to his thighs and the futon sheets and sticking to your inner thighs and sliding down the crack of your ass. Tiny pinches to your clit help you jerk out more to ruin yourself, your body losing strength entirely and letting the cursed man keep you in your distorted position.
“Hmph, what a bad little toy,” he criticizes you like always, the tears beckoning to leave your watery eyes. “Look at you causing a mess on my bedding; who told you to do that?”
“I’m sorry, Lord Sukuna,” your expression borderline fucked out, yet the embarrassment keeps you humble. “Forgive me…my Lord.”
Sukuna slaps onto your clit with his palm; you pucker onto his girths immediately. “You dare ask for forgiveness after the fact—I should just throw you out in the cold with these wet sheets you’ve caused.”
“N-Nooo! I’m so sorry!!” Fuck, he loves it when you plead, so desperate for his word, his submissive and breakable dove. “Pleaseee, fill me up with your seed, and I will clean it up…! I-I won’t do it again…”
“Says who?” He finally lets your legs go briefly before he spreads them over with his lower arms. His upper hands find your chest to grope. “You’ve stained my sheets with your essence; you aren’t sleeping anywhere else tonight except here with me in this exact puddle you made for yourself, you dirty pet. Am I clear?”
His final words have your skin crawl as he nibbles on your nape, and you nod.
“Good.”
ᯓ꩜ Fushiguro Tōji
“Gahhh!! Ahhhhh!!”
“Yeah, baby, that’s it; keep clenchin’.”
Toji’s fingers are stuffed inside you, stretching your poor hole with pushes and pulls that take your breath away with ease—quite literally as your arms come around his neck to keep him close.
His bedroom is filled with nothing but you: your shorts and panties decorating his bedroom floor, the smell of your lotion on your now-sweaty skin intoxicating his senses, and your damp towel laid underneath you as you lie on your back.
Toji sits right beside you, near as you keep him from leaving. Not that he planned to — of course not. When he has his ring and middle finger shoved inside your vagina and grazing your inner skin with a mediocre pace, there’s no way the older man would want to stop now. Fuck, he loved how tight your cunt was, so snug to the touch and tender to his fingertips. It drove him crazy, just like you always make him. He can never get tired of you, honestly.
“Hahhhh, Tojiii, ahhaaa…” Your whimpers get louder and louder by the second, and your back jerks to the blunt of his fingertips, poking deep inside your chasm. “Gooohh, ohhhshit…!”
“Yeah, sweetie?” His forehead touches yours, skin-on-skin increasing intimacy. “Ya like it when I fuck you wit’ my fingers, huh?” You answer with a whine as he slows his digits down, teasing the walls of your entrance while pressing on your clit with his thumb. He scoffs, “So nice and tight fr’ me, huh…”
“Ahhhh..! Bu–But I just…finished taking a showerrr!!” You wail with pleading hooded eyes that are instantly locked with intense viridian ones. “You’re making me—mmm!—dirty again…!”
He raises a brow. “That doesn’t mean anythin’ to me,” more push to your clitoris causes your body to jolt closer to Toji, and he sneers. “Getting all ready and clean fr’ me, what a good girl…all the more fun fr’ Daddy to make ya all dirty and cryin’ all over again.”
A hand grips his shoulder, exposed by his black wife-beater. “Pleasee, Daddy, it’s too—Aghahh!” He sneaks his fingers back inside knuckle-deep; the deep chuckle you hear from him causes your ears to melt.
“C’mon, mama, I know you have it in ya,” he coos with a kiss to your forehead that has you dissolve under his scarred lips. “Wring my fingers up, make a mess fr’ me.”
Another kiss to your forehead makes you whine, the gentle atmosphere only lasting for mere seconds before the pace of his hand returns to a rhythm that has you screaming instantly. Jesus Christ, those thick fingers are no joke, the stretch enough to overwhelm your senses, along with how deep they reach inside.
Every push to your cunt has you breathless, and every dig is knuckles-deep and too fast to catch up with one after the other. “Ohoooo, D-Daddyyy, n-nooo!” Yet there’s no point in begging now—once Toji is deadset on something, it’s challenging to swade him off. Especially when it comes to you, his little sweet thing… “I’m gonna—ohfuuck!—I’m so clooose…!”
Your words only egg Toji on to keep fingering you as much as he can, ravaging your delicate insides with his hand alone. He purchases his face to your neck, sighing deeply at the alluring whiff of your lotion. He licks your skin before a kiss, and the pace between your legs becomes unforgivingly faster.
Eyes roll up to the ceiling as your body shuts down without your knowledge, completely taken aback by the climax that clenches around the thickness of Toji’s fingers. Also, the water liquid is excreting projectively from the continuous knock-kneed-worthy pleasure. You let loose with a howl, your back arching with every subtle buck of your hips.
Toji looks down with a salacious grin, taking in the sight of you spraying all over his bed. The towel is doing nothing but getting damper because of you, and he can only chortle at the sight and, lowkey, thank his intuition for wearing a wife-beater so you can coat his forearm. Dazed with euphoria, your body slumps down to the sheets, sweaty and sticky from the excretions and panting heavily. So much for a shower, huh?
Toji whistles and courses his free hand atop your head while besmearing your vulva with your juices. “Good girl, mama, good fuckin’ girl.”
I am so close to giving up on looking for good western m/m books. I recently decided to find some because I had been told the genre has been doing well this last decade or so. After scrolling the m/m romance subreddit and reading a handful of the most recommended ones that popped out, I am so unbelievably discouraged. Where is the good stuff? The closest I came to liking something was captive prince but even that was pretty tepid. I've barely dug in, to be fair, but when I got into danmei, it was so easy to find stuff the rewired my brain it was so good. But with western stuff? Crickets. Maybe I was spoiled for ease of discovery with eastern stuff, or maybe it just tends to cater to my interests more, but its genuinely bumming me out how much difficulty I'm having. Advice would be appreciated from people properly in the genre but mostly I'm just porch complaining, as we tend to here.
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Heh. Well, I've been under a rock for a few years due to baby, but I'll try.
Offhand, yeah, despite getting into the Western stuff first and it being what inspired me to finally write some myself, I do find that Asian webnovels are more often to my taste—and that's despite disliking the most common versions of top/bottom roles. (Not that that helps with Captive Prince and its very obvious anime fic from 2002 vibes.)
Discoverability is also way better with fan translations of Asian webnovels due to things like Novel Updates. I really wanted to do something similar for the "M/M Romance" world but just didn't get far. I'm cheering for @bafflinghaze and wherever those efforts go.
In the originally-in-English sphere, there are kind of two camps: People with a boner for MDZS and such who are writing in English and people coming more exclusively from the Western side of things. Both have good works, but if one is more into Asian stuff, the former are more likely to have those tropes and vibes.
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Given that you liked Captive Prince at least sort of, I'm guessing that the big issue is that a lot of Western M/M Romance is coming out of contemporary romance novels as a genre. I hate that stuff. It's short. It's set in the real world. Even when it's not, the world building is ass. Boring!
One of the issues the industry faced a few years ago was that a lot of it was being published as individual novels on Kindle Unlimited or the like. That caused a lot of people to really front-load book one with romance in a way that I felt hurt the overall arc. Even if the books were series urban fantasy or mystery where the big publisher het version wouldn't resolve the main ship until book three or later, the Kindle Unlimited m/m version would put most of that development into book 1 just to be sure of selling. Where is the slow burn?!?! (But also, I get it, because an indie author can just disappear after book 1, and it's like dealing with fic WIPs that give you blue balls.)
The other issue is scale. The Western industries are less organized and newer for the most part, so you can't as easily skim off the top .0001% only. I can tell you who I think is good overall, but if you're picky about writing style, and especially if you're picky about sex scene writing style, the pickings are slim.
Another big issue is that many of the big names got started around the same time (2010-2015, IMO), and they all seem to have hit a career slump around the same time anyway plus they all collapsed under lockdown stress. So even authors I did recommend highly a few years ago all started putting out toothless fluff that felt like a first draft.
If you want specific recs, tell us who you tried and didn't like and/or what turned you off about the blurbs of the highly-recommended stuff from reddit.
Some names I see brought up often include: KJ Charles (formerly a fantastic prose writer, but also an obnoxious clown who lectures about diversity while being ass at it), Cat Sebastian (actually good at what everyone claims Charles is good at but has switched content in recent years), Jordan L. Hawk (so many fun series, better at plot than sex scenes, far less ass at diversity than Charles despite not blowing his own horn about it), Jordan Castillo Price (fun world building), Tamara Jordan (a truly fine writer of prose but not prolific enough, and why is everyone named Jordan), Hailey Turner (great world building, only okay ship), Meghan Maslow (hilarious send-up of 90s fantasy), E.J. Russell (episodic series romance turned into urban fantasy arc plot?!?!), etc.
blurb: based on laufey's beautiful stranger, from everything i know about love Ი𐑼 song
wc: 811
a/n: apart of my laufey x haikyuu event! also, this is for akaashi, but it could be anyone really – it doesnt specify
the train is packed, and the air is humid from the morning rain.
gripping a yellow pole, you sway as it speeds along the tracks, trying to stay balanced as people shoulder past you.
you look up, and that's when you see him sitting right there, directly across from where you're standing.
he's leaning back in his seat, a book in his lap and wearing this calm, focused expression that makes the noisy, cramped commute fade into the background.
you find yourself staring at him for longer than you should.
he looks so.. put together compared to everyone else on the train. his dark hair is perfectly styled, and he has a quiet dignity about him that draws you in.
but looks can be deceiving. for all you know, he could be worried out of his mind right now.
and then? then he looks up from his book, his gaze shifting until his eyes meet yours.
so pretty.
not wanting to be rude, you quickly look away, focusing on the blurry tunnel lights passing by.
you feel your face get hot. you have a not so good habit of having fleeting moments with people on the subway, but this feels.. different somehow.
it isn't just a passing thought; it's a physical pull that makes your stomach flip.
you can't help it – you steal another glance, and he's still looking. you're sure of it this time.
he gives you a tiny, barely there smile, just a slight curve of his lips as he notices you.
your heart absolutely drops to your toes. (if u dont have toes im sorry)
but.. the train screeches to a halt, and the doors slide open with a hiss announcing your stop.
you hesitate, your hand tightening on the metal pole.
you don't want to move. you want to stay right here, with him, even if it means being late for everything else in your life.
"is this your stop?" he suddenly asks quietly out of the blue, breaking your train of thought. (heh get it bc we on a train)
his voice is exactly what you thought it would be. low and steady. and you're so shocked he actually spoke that you just nod like a fool, unable to find your voice.
"i think you're going to miss it if you don't step off now," he adds, gesturing toward the open doors with a tilt of his gorgeous head.
"right. yeah. thanks," you stumble over the words.
but you want to stay. you want to sit down in the empty seat next to him and ask what he's reading. you want to know if he lives nearby or if he's just passing through. you want to ask him if he felt a spark too, or if he's just being polite to a stranger who was, well, staring at him.
but the crowd is already moving, pushing you toward the platform. the flow of people is too strong to fight.
so you step out onto the concrete, the cold air hitting your face.
you turn around just as the doors start to slide shut. standing on the platform, you watch the train pull away, catching one last glimpse of him through the glass window as it picks up speed.
and he's watching you too.
but.. what if you hadn't left?
the thought haunts you as you walk toward the stairs.
what if you just stayed on the train and rode it all the way to the end just to stay near him?
maybe you'd find out his name. maybe you’d exchange a few words, and it would turn into one of those fairytale moments where two people just.. click.
you imagine him standing up, closing his book, and asking you where you're headed. you imagine the two of you walking out of the station together, talking about the rain and the city. you imagine a whole new life starting right there on the platform.
now, you have no way to find him – he's just a beautiful stranger who existed in that one specific moment of your morning.
the rest of your walk is spent in turmoil.
what if he's sitting there right now, still on that train, thinking about the person who just got off at the last station?
what if he's wishing he had said something more than just a warning about the doors?
what if what if what if
you go back to the station every morning at the exact same time, and stand in the same spot on the platform, looking at every face on every train as it passes by.
but the seats are always filled with people you don't know.
every time a train pulls in and the doors hiss open, you hope it's him, but the car is always full of strangers.
and they aren't beautiful.
not like him.
whaaat no i didnt make this one longer than the previous one bc its akaashi! now thats just favouritism i love all characters easily i say as i hide my akaashi flag away HEY THAT RHYMES
i think i cooked with the last lines im really proud of it heh
I didn't intend to slip in smut but hey, we have it now heh (*‘ω‘ *)
cw: a little riding scene to enhance the scene
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Maybe Simon was a girl's man, or something people say. He didn't engage that much with society, but when he had you in his life, well, never thought he'd be a little clueless about civilian daily life. He started to pay more attention to certain things, things women do, because he just, well, let's say wants to learn more about women.
Because it's not like he had been trained all his life to understand women, isn't he?
So, when he discovered about the importance of nails - he wondered why you didn't have them. All of those patterns and colors, which he didn't yet understand but because everyone said it's pretty, it should be pretty, isn't it? Why don't you have them?
He thinks your nails would look pretty wearing them, too.
"No, I don't do my nails," you replied with a gentle shake of your head, still focusing on cleaning your cat's cage. "But I have a few paints for nails."
Simon would nod, cluelessly, while helping you out with the poo and the whining cats. "I never see your nails being colorful before, even before we date."
You nodded in return, still cleaning the dirty spot on the cage's floor. "Because I can't put it on properly, or when I'm doing the dishes, it always fell off, and it irritates me."
You said, in your usual grumpy and pouty tone, which is just your usual way of expressing annoyance. It took Simon several months to get into this side of you, and he would not let it slip just as easily. But that was when it struck him.
His gaze fell to the way your hands worked on the cage, rubbing any dry poop of the cats, cleaning any furs sticking on the cage bars, or simply scooping poops from the sandbox. You were used to doing chores, whatever the occasion, as if it was your daily routine.
He never looked away from you, watching you work like he was observing his soldiers practicing for the next mission. It was hard not to feel those pretty eyes watching you like a hawk, you know?
You turned at him again, and raised an eyebrow. "What?"
"You should try," he said, getting closer to you and picked you up by the waist, making you squeak like a toy.
"Try what?"
"Those nails," he said shortly, carrying you bridal style, away from the cat's cage. "Wanna see your nails with those, I'm curious."
You frowned in confusion, before shaking your head in disbelief and giving up anyway. With your body slumped in his arms, letting him carry you wherever he wants - yes, the nail salon.
He's so unbelievable.
"Show me," he said, smiling proudly like he was doing half of the work. He did wait for you though, in the salon, for hours, then drove you home.
It's funny because he was trying so hard not to look at your fingers, like he wanted it to be a surprise.
So, you show them anyway, the way your fingers are now painted with colors that you secretly had been dying to try on. With his money, no less. His eyes locked onto your fingers like he was looking for crime evidence. "For the next few weeks and maybe months, or forever, just sit nicely and be pretty for me."
That doesn't sit nicely with your responsible ass. "What if you're getting deployment? I gotta do the chores all by myself."
"I'll hire assistants, or someone."
"What? I can handle it myself."
"Yeah, but you don't have to."
You shot a squint at him, lips jutting out in disapproval. "But I can."
And oh, he smirks. He likes to play this game with you. "Yes, and I can make you can't." He said, hand raised just enough to catch your attention before he signaled you to come with a subtle movement of his fingers. "Come here."
That flinch you, but no. Your well-polished nails are now wrapped around your biceps, crossing your arms over your chest as if to attempt to be defiant. Like he said, he loves playing this game with you.
"Is that another no, my little kitten?" He teased, secretly enjoying the role-play way too much when you were in between feeling horny and resisting his charm.
You snap your head away from his direction, attempting to avoid his gaze. "I'm not going to sit pretty all dayㅡ"
yank
"ㅡSimon!"
You yelped when his hands trapped your hips and yanked you down onto his lap on the couch. Which, that's how you ended up with legs spread open on his hips, minutes after he got your shitty defense crumble.
"Simon..." You whined when he started to thrust upwards, clawing his chest in protest.
"Mmm?" He grins, moving your hips along with his thrust. He never stop relishes the way your walls clenched around his shaft, every grip of your gummy walls was enough to make his breath shorten.
Your head tips back, digging your pretty nails deeper into his bare chest. "You- ughh-'re teasing mee..."
He grunts when your nails leave marks on his chest, making him smirk wider despite the heavy breathing. He tangled his fingers on the back of your head, leading you to look down - directly on his chest. "No, just showing you... what I mean by sitting pretty."
"Wha...?" Out of breath, your eyes fell on the way your fingers sat nicely on his broad chest, the colors suited perfectly with the marks you left on his skin.
The state of your dazed, speechless expression when he was still deep inside you was arousing him further. He ran his hand over your spine, pulling you down until your face inches away from him.
He smiled, oh so smugly, and got your knees weak. "See, baby? How pretty you are... when marking me with those pretty colored nails?"
Back at it again with another ref sheeeeet of my "Over the Deep End" Mers! Maybe if I lock in I can get Sun's done and possibly do Art fight with em! Just gotta hope it doesn't take another handful of months... XD
Link to ao3 fic here! <3
Song Card:
(I couldn't resist rendering him again I mean look at himmmm uaghhhhhhh)
Song Associations: "Killing Time" by Magdalena Bay and "Ghosting" by Mother Mother.
I actually have Eclipse's song list all done but Moon and Sun's are still being worked on... Surprise, surprise, my lil bastard gets everything first. XPPPP
Main Ref Sheet:
Further Details about Moon and Extra art goodies below! U3U💖
Character Details:
Moon is a Jellyfish -- not entirely based on any singular kind, though I like to think he has the colorations of a Man-O-War specifically and a sting akin to the same strength as one or a little weaker.
Personality: Quiet, Stoic, Blunt, Emotionally Repressed, Efficient, Curious, Hoarder, Logical, Avoidant, Touch Adverse (Because of stingers), Touch Starved, Certified Hater, with an unhealthy view of himself.
Ability: Moon can Electrocute/Sting with his Main 5 Ribbon Stingers (obviously) and a little with his many thin ones. He also Glows decently bright! Not as bright as a lightbulb, but I would say about the same levels as a lava lamp. <3
Not really an ability but more of a Con -- He moves slowly. He can propel himself faster (especially upwards) using his cap, but otherwise he doesn't swim as fast as other mers. He also breathes out of his skin even though he has gills, so no sand baths for him!
Body Specifics: Neck Gills. 5 stinging ribbons hanging from his Cap. Said Cap can stretch and fold a lot, spanning outwards enough to engulf his entire body if he curls up into a ball. He has 1 Neck drill and then a bunch of frills spanning down his tail -- they are stiff like vinyl but soft like thin rubber. (For drawings sake, I drew about 7 but more are present.) Tail ends with ribbon like frills that are articulate but do not sting.
No Line Art / Blank Song Card: (Can you tell how proud of him I am? <3)
Clean Sketch:
IF YOU SAW THIS POST BEFORE ALL THE INFO WAS IN IT.... NO YOU DIDN'T GO WASH YOUR EYES WITH WINDEX RIGHT NOWWWW!!!!
Anyways... Thanks for peeping lovelies! For some reason these refs have taken me at least 4 months each... Which really shows how much I don't like doing them XDDD
That song card up there? Took me like 3ish days... YEAH WTF MAN. Also my style changesss yayyyy, this is what happens when you don't draw all the time goobers. Gonna try to fix that though this summer... I need to get FASTER!!! And less tired...
Poor Eclipse is sooooo mad in my mind, Moon's ref sheet MOGS his so much XD
(Eclipse's sheet is right here... Heh self pluggg)
srry I keep doing super long requests so I'll try to make this one shorter.
Illumi, Chrollo, Feitan, and Leorio's reaction gn!s/o or crush who fights by shredding mfs with tooth and claw like some kind of feral animal
they see a cowardly enemy try to run, turn to him and go "hey babe, do me a solid and throw me." so they can drill down onto the mf and maul the shit out of 'em coming back just absolutely soaked in blood.
for bonus comedy maybe they say somethin like "that felt sexy. we should do that more often." or "lmao we should name that move..."
