Tengen x Sanemi x Kyojuro x Reader Roomate Free Use AU • NSFW
A/N: a new mini-series. this is meant to be a headcanon post that I can add to whenever horny. I have no excuse for this. It’s straight smut.
CW: MDNI • explicit sexual content below • free use • threesomes • voyuerisum • somnophilia • oral sex • references to anal sex • just straight filth tbh • creampies
Some roommates do group movies or grocery trips to bond; your roommates, however, have adopted a different approach.
Tengen is the first to initiate this little exchange, and at the beginning, it really isn’t an exchange at all. Instead, it starts out as a simple request: stress relief. He’d come home angry and pissed after a lab went horribly wrong, and there you’d been, too irresistible to be hanging around the apartment in those too-short shorts. He’d taken one look at you, lounging on the couch in the living room, idly flipping through a textbook, and his frustration had made him bold enough to ask.
Maybe it had been the look in his eyes — fiery and sultry, an unusual contrast to his normal, loping swagger, that made you clench your thighs together. Or, perhaps it was simply because he was hot and it had been ages since you last got laid. Either way, Tengen ended up fucking you clear in the open, right on the couch. Every bit of it was hotter than you’d ever imagined — toe-curling and mind-numbingly good, the orgasm he fucked out of you strong enough to make you tear the glossy page of your text right from its binding as your fingers spasmed beyond your control.
Maybe it would have been a one-time only sort of thing, or perhaps even the start of a secret, roommates-with-benefits arrangement. But then, Sanemi came home right as Tengen was in the middle of pumping a second load of cum into you, and your secret was out before you’d ever fully had the chance to keep it. You hadn’t seen Sanemi’s face, as yours was pressed into the sofa beneath the mass of Tengen’s palm, but you did hear Tengen’s snarky little what, you want some, too?
Instead of answering, Sanemi had simply crossed the living room, drawing to a stop right in front of your head, and gently coaxed your face up from its place between the cushions.
Sanemi’s fingers lingered under your chin, the pad of his thumb thick with calluses. “Well?”
Call it orgasmic delusion or simple wantoness on your part, but your consent came with a dip of your head, and your lips parting around his thumb. The momoent you flicked your tongue out over his skin, Sanemi snapped, and his cock was down your throat faster than you could blink.
Kyojuro was the last to join your little arrangement, quite literally stumbling across the sight of you, standing at the stove as you waited for your dinner to heat while Sanemi was on his knees behind you, his face buried in your ass. The sound of Kyojuro’s books hitting the floor as he stared was met only with a casual glance over your shoulder and a smile of greeting, before Sanemi did something downright sinister with his tongue and made your eyes roll into your head.
Poor, sweet Kyojuro, still couldn’t bring himself to join in, no matter how many times he came across — or outright stared — at the way his two best friends used you so easily. You were kind and sweet, and a good roommate, so he couldn’t imagine debasing you that way, even if that quickly became the only thing he could think about.
He tried, oh, he tried, to resist. But your dealings with Tengen and Sanemi meant that you wore less and less while at home until you were lounging about in only the thinnest underwear or the shortest little tops — all of which could easily be moved out of the way when the moment called for it. Soon, Kyojuro found himself standing behind you while you did the dishes, his cock in hand as he furiously pumped himself against the curve of your ass. You always stayed in place when you felt his warmth bearing into you from behind, even going so far as to grind against him to help him along. He almost could have been satisfied with just this, until you began moaning for his cum, pushing your hips back almost in demand as you waited to feel him spurt across your skin. That’s when he broke.
Now, when Kyojuro is stressed — which is more often that you’d thought, to your surprise — you can almost guarantee he’s going to sit you down on the nearest surface and spread you wide.
Of course, it became obvious that all three of the boys were involved with you, and so, a roommate meeting is called. Details need to be hammered out, understandings need to be reached that everything was platonic and no one was at risk of developing any other feelings. Once that’s done, Tengen, always the instigator, is the one to suggest you as the group bonding activity. After all, you have three holes and two hands, he reminds you, slyly.
They’re fair, of course, so a deal is struck: you in exchange for your share of the rent. An exchange of goods for services, as Tengen had put it. They lived in this apartment on their own before you moved in, so cost isn’t prohibitive. The only bills you have are your own groceries and your personal shit, so really, what do you have to lose? Besides, they’re all hot as hell, and you’re young. Might as well enjoy the ride.
Sometimes they wait for the first one to finish with you, the other two wait in their rooms, pumping their stiffened cocks to the sounds of your whines and the other’s grunts or moans. Other times, though, one or both will join in, and you find yourself the object of three equally ravenous appetites.
And, free use really means free use. Scrolling through social media? Fun! But if Tengen sidles up to where you lounge on the couch, his cock hard and balls full, you know to open your mouth. And you’re more than free to keep browsing the web as long as your throat is available. Talking to your mom? No problem; Kyojuro is still lifting up your shirt and taking one of your pretty tits in his mouth. He’ll do his best not to groan and suck at your nipple too loudly, but he only has so much self control. Besides, his hot mouth and devilish tongue are guaranteed to have you desperate to get off the phone before you get off while still on it — especially if his fingers start playing between your thighs. Trying to shave your legs in the shower? Might want to put the razor down, because Sanemi caught one glimpse of your ass in the foggy bathroom mirror and decided it would look better with his cum leaking out of it. Your pussy too, for that matter.
To keep everything within the bounds of fair play, the boys did agree to one rule: once someone comes, they move to sometbing different. That way, no one monopolizes any part of you, and everyone gets a fair shot at cumming where they want. Though, as time goes on, you do learn that they have their preferences. Tengen loves filling up your greedy little cunt with as much as it will take, while Sanemi loves cumming all over your tits or face. Kyojuro had been a bit of a surprise, preferring not your mouth, but your ass to pump his frustrations into.
It helps that the only bottoms you wear when lounging around the apartment is your underwear. That means whoever happens to walk by can simply reach over and tug your panties to the side and sate their need without the fuss of buttons or belts.
That sort of convenience is also the reason you’ve learned to sleep naked. It’s far easier to come out of sleep with their tongue or fingers or cock already inside you than it is to be startled awake by wandering hands trying to find you beneath unnecessary layers in the dark.
Oh, don’t think being asleep matters, either. Your bedroom is public, as far as anyone is concerned. Besides, you don’t need to be awake to give your boys what they need, and that’s what this is all about, right?
Kyojuro was the first to pierce that veil, pushing into your room well after midnight one night, desperate and aching. Your body was far too pliant in his hands as he pushed your legs out of his way, his cock drawn to your center in the dark like a magnet. You’d woken up just as he fully sheathed himself inside you and widened your thighs to make room for him.
Of course, Kyojuro didn’t know how to be quiet, which meant the rest of the apartment quickly became privy to his late night activities. Even half-asleep, you’d sensed Tengen and Sanemi watching from your doorway, admiring.
“Atta boy, Kyo,” Tengen claps Kyojuro on his shoulder the moment he finishes moaning out his ecstasy, his limbs shaky and covered in a thin sheen of sweat. “Got her nice and ready for us.”
“Us?” You shoot back, your thighs rubbing lazily together as you savor the feeling of Kyojuro’s hot seed leaking out of you.
A hand — Sanemi’s judging by the roughness of skin — hooks around your ankle, tugging you to the edge of your bed before flipping you to your stomach. “You two woke up the whole damn apartment, so you’ve gotta help us get back to sleep.”
You smother your grin against your blankets. “That was Kyojuro, not me.”
Across the room, Kyojuro huffs out a half-hearted apology, still panting and breathless. In the dark, you can almost see the sweaty flush that always spreads across his chest after he comes; the glassiness that settles into his eyes once he’s successfully fucked every thought right out of his head and directly into you.
“Not punishment,” Tengen corrects, tapping the bulbous head of his cock against the seam of your lips. “Just a little late-night treat.”
Humming contentedly, you drag your tongue right across Tengen’s tip, savoring the hitch in his breath. Just as you part your lips to take his shaft into your mouth, you feel your mattress dip as Sanemi’s weight settles in behind you.
“Fuck you came a lot,” Sanemi groans at Kyojuro, dragging the tip of his length up and down your swollen cente to coat himself. “She likes that, though. Don’t you, sweetheart?”
Your moan is drowned out by Tengen’s raspy swear, the vibrations of your mouth around his cock forcing his hips to buck, pushing him further down your throat.
Sanemi chuckles and reaches under you, his fingers circling smoothly over your clit. “She’s good at holdin’ it, too.” He shuffles forward on his knees, his tip aligned at your entrance. “I’ll give you more, sweetness, don’t worry. Let’s see if I can get all of us off together again.”
Last week, Sanemi had come home to the sight of you on all fours with Tengen halfway down your throat. He hasn’t wasted any time in throwing his books to the side, unbuckling his pants, and wedging himself between your spread thighs, his own cock heavy and hard in his hand. Tengen must’ve warmed you up already, because Sanemi slammed his hips forward with no resistance until he was groin to ass with you.
You’d been the first to tap out, coming hard on him with a half-moan, half scream muffled by Tengen’s girth. The vibrations had proven to be too much for him, for not half a second later had his eyes rolled back, a strangled whine slicing through ragged pants and the sound of Sanemi’s skin clapping against yours. Tengen final thrust choked off the last of your air supply but before you could pull off him, he’d planted one massive hand right at the back of your skull and held you in place. Of course, the sight of Tengen fucking his cum down your throat and the way you creamed around his dick had Sanemi spilling into you hard and fast not a moment later, nearly going cross eyed in the process.
Now, with a single forward-pitch of his hips, Sanemi sheathes himself inside you with a loud swear. There’s no time for you to adjust; you didn’t need it, not when Kyojuro’s cum is steadily squelching out of you with every sticky thrust. Before long, your toes are curling against your sheets, the blankets fisted in your hands soaked with drool that spilled down your chin while Tengen languidly fucks your mouth, his fingers twisted hard in your hair.
True to his word, Sanemi gets all three of you off together, though it’s his orgasm that sets off the train of euphoria. He comes with a firm twist of his hips, his fingers digging possessively into the meat on your hips as he holds you flush against his groin. The feeling of his balls pulsing right against your swollen center sets you off next, your thighs trembling almost violently in their effort to keep you from collapsing into your bed. Yet, for all your struggling, Sanemi only cants his hips forward to prolong the length of his release. The force of his movements sends you jolting forward until your nose is buried in the coarse smattering of silver-white hair that covers Tengen’s groin. Predictably, that’s all it takes to send him over the edge, and Tengen spilled down your throat with a cracked Fuck!
All in all, no place — or surface — in the apartment is off-limits. The kitchen counter, the sofa, the shower, any of their rooms (including yours), the balcony, all of it is fair game when the mood strikes. No matter what you’re doing, no matter what time it is, if someone is hard, they’re coming to you to fix it.
For instance, there are only two bathrooms in the apartment, and though the boys were considerate in letting you take the bedroom with the private, attached bath, that doesn’t mean your shower isn’t as fair game as the rest of your room. In fact, of the two apartment showers, Sanemi prefers your standing enclosure to the boys’ shared tub.
He’s especially fond of your glass doors, which fogs up easily because that means he could press your body right against it and fuck you senseless, guaranteeing the imprint of your perfect body will be left behind on the shower door even even after his cum runs down your legs and the drain.
By the end of the month, there isn’t a single place in the apartment where you haven’t been thoroughly fucked. That is, at least, until the swing arrives.
I’m sure I’ll add onto this debauchery. I’ve no shortage of ideas, unfortunately for you all.
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you're laying back on your bed with your head hanging over the edge and your phone pressed to your ear, smiling over the fact that your call was picked up in just a few short seconds and you hear dabi's voice greet you. it's lonely in his condo while he's out for work, doing your best to keep busy but you can't help missing him. you parade around in his shirts and sweaters despite the vast wardrobe you own on your side of the closet. you lit one of his cigarettes not to partake but to just feel as if he was around, comforted by the smell of tobacco. he's murmuring into the phone and you swear that you can hear his smile as he speaks to you. he'll be home soon and he's going to show you how much he missed you while he was away ♡
dabi says that he's going to make you the prettiest mess when he’s back home with you. he's going to make you cry because he loves when you have teardrops clinging onto your eyelashes and when they run down your cheeks. he'll make you greet him with that sweet mouth of yours, first with a kiss and then by choking you on his cock. you're told to wear his favorite perfume, the one that smells of pink peppercorn and jasmine and vanilla, and to put on something flimsy and easy for him to rip apart—he wants to feel like he's opening a present that he's been waiting for when he’s got you in front of him. you have a hand dipped into your panties, rubbing at your clit as dabi makes promises to utterly ruin you. he'll fill you and that needy cunt of yours with his cum soon enough ♡
TR MEN WHO HOLD YOU UP WHEN YOUR LEGS GROW WEAK
CHARACTERS: MIKEY, DRAKEN, IZANA, RAN, SANZU
PAIRINGS: ALL X FEM!READER (FEM TERMS)
WARNINGS: UNPROTECTED VAGINAL SEX, COWGIRL, REVERSE COWGIRL, STANDING SEX, SEX OVER A SINK, CREAMPIES, SIMULATENOUS ORGASMS
𓇬 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐉𝐈𝐑𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐎
You're unable to even breathe properly. The wrecking force of Mikey's hips plow into your sorry cunt with each inkling of lust that coarses throughout his body. Slamming his cockhead into the fleshy bulb of your cervix, you start to feel your knees buckle. Mikey's got you spread out for him in a variation of reverse cowgirl. Your feet planted to the cushions of the sofa and your legs parted to the ends of the earth. Mikey nestles his head in the crook of your sweaty neck, complimentary moans slipping from his soft lips and going in one ear and out the other. You can't help but crash forwards, nearly flailing on the floor before Mikey wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you back into his embrace. "I got you, sweet girl." Resuming your position, you continue to bounce up and down on Mikey's cock. Your ass slams against his base and you douse his balls in your slick. Mikey's nearly about to burst, thrusting his hips with one final push and emptying his load deep into your cunt as you milk him to completion.
𓇬 𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐑𝐘𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐉𝐈
Draken fucks you in a similar manner, though he ensures that you're facing him. Riding Draken on your knees, you're spread out for him in all of your glory. Watching you eagerly, Draken maneuvers his cock in and out of you excitedly. "This is fun, baby. Havin' ya cum on my cock over and over again." You've just about obtained your third orgasm of the night, and the shock of such a wicked climax causes you to crash forward onto Draken. Your boyfriend's quick to catch you as you fall, biceps flexing as his forearms come up. "Pretty little thing, riding me so good she almost lost her composure." Draken laughs, urging you to continue riding him. You plant your feet to the mattress, palms flush against Draken's chest as your ass claps against his heavy balls. A moaning, blissed out Draken thrusts his hips upward to meet your deranged ones. His urge to cum inside of you is strong, and before he knows it, he's milking his own cock with the friction of your tight, wet walls. Followed by a generous load of seed that coats your slit as he pulls out.
𓇬 𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐍𝐀 𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐀𝐖𝐀
Izana has your leg hoisted over the counter of the kitchen sink, rutting his strong hips into your ass. "Take it, baby. Take it." Mutters Izana, both of his hands grabbing at your sides as your head lightly nudges against the mirror, causing it to shake. Your legs begin to tremble, your vision failing you as Izana pushes his hips forward, his chest flush against your exhausted back and his entire weight positioned against you. "So, so deep. Izana!" You cry, feeling the head of his cock slam into your needy cervix and plow into the globe of flesh easily and relentlessly. Izana's a man of power. He's quite frankly the dominant one in your relationship, and will at any cost do what it takes to break you. "Izana... I can't." You feel your legs turn to mere mush, your jelly-like limbs supported by Izana's embrace alone. "You can, and you fuckin will," he delivers a smack to your asscheeks. "I've got you, princess. My babygirl." Izana repositions your ankle that was previously dangling from the edge of the sink. "Want me to cum?" It's almost as if there's a hint of demand in his voice. You nod excitedly, and Izana spurts a tremendous load inside of your weeping cunt. So deep that when he withdraws, you have to stall a couple moments before the creampie takes it course dribbling out of you.
𓇬 𝐑𝐀𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐈
Ran's a force of nature. Plowing into your tight cunt from behind in your standing position, hands placed around your hips. "Got me a nice, obedient little whore." Ran bites his lip between his teeth, licking his lips at the sight of your gorgeous body being wracked back and forth against his own. Ran stills momentarily, catching a glimpse of your hand trailing down to your clit. "It's my turn." Ran snatches your wrist away, and instead places his nimble fingers over your sensitive bundle of nerves. "Ah! Ah... Ran, baby." You whine as you endure the assault of your boyfriend's fingers. "Yeah, yeah. Like that, babygirl? Like having your little clit played with, angel?" You're completely enamored with bliss. Eventually, your legs give out, and Ran's cock slips out much to his demise as your body writhes upon the floor. "Baby, what'd I do? Fuck ya too hard?" Ran aids you in standing up, repositioning you as quickly as possible. His desperation to cum was in the forefront of his brain, and as soon as he felt the noticeable twinge in his balls, he released his seed, painting your walls with the milky fluid. "I know how much you needed that, princess." He places a darling kiss on your neck.
𓇬 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐘𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐙𝐔
Sanzu's not one to play games. When he's in the mood to fuck, you'd better prepare you cunt for a harsh pounding. Sanzu's strong arms lift you up, legs on either side of him as his cock recklessly slips inside of you, bottoming out immediately. "Fuck!" Sanzu gasps, the feeling of your wet walls no longer a distant memory in his mind. You're right there, he's here. There's nothing more the man could ask for. His body does not tire quickly. Each thrust is another impetus for his impending orgasm. Sanzu can feel the way your legs tremble and shake within his grasp. Embracing you, his hips pound forward into your awaiting hole as slick drips down both your thighs and his. "Such a darling cunt, and it's all mine. Mine!" He angles his hips in order to pound straight into that fleshy cervix of yours. Stationing his hands tightly around your hips and digging crescents into the soft skin. "Sanzu! Cumming..." You cry. "Cummin' too, princess. Fuck..." Sanzu elicits, body writhing as he feels your legs wrap around his waist in desperation. "Your cunt feels too fuckin' good for me not to spill my fuckin' load." His raunchy choice of words spur you on, and you're clenching hard around Sanzu's cock as he slams his hips in tangent. With a disdained wail, he unloads ribbons of seed into your soft walls, filling up your cunt with hot and sticky ropes that are sure to stain the heated flesh once he's withdrawn.
i think ushijima is the type to have impeccable hand placement without even realizing it, it’s all just second nature to him. in photos where he’s with you, his fans go insane when they see how large his hands are in comparison to the rest of your body. there’s a picture where the two of you are at a post-game celebration and the bar is packed so there are barely any seats, so he has you balanced on his lap, and the way everyone flew to the comments to say his grip on you is lethal. an arm wrapped around you, his hand enveloping your waist while his free hand is bringing up a glass to his lips. the two of you got caught sharing a kiss behind the back of a restaurant, and he has one hand pressed against the small of your back, as if to bring you closer to him with his other tilting your chin so he doesn’t have to lean down so far to bring his lips to yours. the best of placement happens when there aren’t any cameras, though; more often than not, when he catches you in the kitchen cooking, he’ll come up behind you, first acting like he’s interested on what’s on the stove but he’ll immediately latch himself onto you, burying his face in your hair, arms wrapped around your waist, one large hand of his not so subtly copping a feel of your boobs
THE IKARUS INCIDENT
a haikyuu band au feat. akaashi keiji, suna rintarou, sakusa kiyoomi, and miya atsumu !
a narrative fic consisting of 4 three part short stories set in the same universe that can be read in any order.
Ikarus is a Japanese pop rock band formed in 2017 in Tokyo, Japan under Brown Dash Records. The band consists of lead vocalist and rhythm guitarist Akaashi Keiji, vocalist and lead guitarist Suna Rintarou, vocalist and bassist Sakusa Kiyoomi, and drummer Miya Atsumu.
[ main masterlist ]
HEAD FIRST feat. guitarist!suna rintarou
being the personal assistant of the lead guitarist of one of the biggest bands in the country was no joke.
1. you’ve got a hold of me
2. hypnotized, mesmerized
3. wrapped around your finger
— extra
ETERNAL SUNSHINE feat. vocalist!akaashi keiji
you’ve never pictured yourself being in a secret relationship with your long time crush.. you’ve never pictured dating a famous person either but the world works in funny ways.
1. a tiny dosage of your love
2. i just wanna feel your presence
3. each word fell into place
RETROSPECT feat. bassist!sakusa kiyoomi
winning sakusa kiyoomi’s heart was not an easy task, especially since he always treats you as if you weren’t serious about it!
1. can i call you mine?
2. the one i’ve been waiting for
3. from the start, it was you
THIS MUST BE MY DREAM feat. drummer!miya atsumu
it was the typical nerd-gets-bothered-by-jock storyline that started your 10 year long and counting situationship—i mean, friendship.
1. i can’t wait for you, boy
2. wide awake before i found you
3. what all our love amounts to
note: so.. hello (and yes i used a picture of the rose)
Uuuuuuh, an idea has just arrive on my mind🤭 you know that boys usually tease girls they like right? I’m really curious how Tachihara and tecchou would do it… (I’m really curious for tecchou😭)
♡ pairing: Tecchou Suehiro, Tachihara Michizou, Dazai Osamu, Fyodor Dostoyevsky x fem!Reader
♡ synopsis: How do these boys tease the girl that they like (that's you!)?
♡ cw: Swearing, Jouno suffers a lot, Fyodor is toxic as always, mention of suicide, I somehow manage to bring Astarion up here?? (sorry)
note: i know i know. it's been a while, and i apologise. i just have been so so busy. right now i'm in an exhausted trance writing this and i'm certain i'll wake up tomorrow with no recollection of writing it at all. also threw in dazai and fyodor for the sillies i hope you don't miiind~ as always apologies for errors and i hope you enjoy x
Tecchou:
I cannot see him teasing you.
I'm sorry anon but I just can't see him teasing a girl he likes. He would either be generally nice to her, super awkward but still okay, or just come off as cold and aloof. He wouldn't go out of his way to tease a girl or exchange playful banter with her
If he ever tried to tease he would probably just straight up be mean and insult you or something. And then he wouldn't understand why it didn't work
(Jouno is smacking his head against the wall)
Don't worry. If he's gonna cope with his feelings for you he's gonna do it in a way that benefits you i.e. he's just going to be super obvious about it and not even try to hide it
(update: Jouno is still smacking his head against the wall. someone help him)
Like he'll just openly buy you food and presents and tell you he likes you and like hold your hand and shit?? Tecchou is no-nonsense. He wants to date you, he'll let you know.
And it's not like Tecchou's trying any 'techniques' or anything like that. There is not a THOUGHT behind those beautiful eyes; he's just following his heart <3
Tecchou might be a bit dense when it comes to such socially complicated things as courting, but he's a genuine person and wants to make you feel appreciated, and let you know he loves you. He just does it in the only ways he knows how <3
Tachihara:
The opposite of Tecchou
He's such a teaser. He likes to make jokes with and poke fun at his love interests, but sometimes might go a bit too far with it (If he does he genuinely feels super bad and apologises dw T-T)
Like he's one of those kinds of guys who you would get so caught up in the flirty banter with that you just talk for hours
If you're texting you guys are both kicking your legs and squealing in between texts lowkey, like you're secretly such lovesick dorks but you play it so cool
Some kaguya sama love is war type shit you guys have going on
And god forbid you do this in front of other people. They're probably SO uncomfortable. Like oh my god get a room already (this dot point was ghostwritten by Jouno)
As you two get more and more into it, he becomes less tease-flirty and more sweet-flirty. He genuinely compliments you instead of exchanging little jabs and backhanded teases, and it's so CUTE
He also, for some reason, gets more shy instead of less shy. He blushes, he messes with his hair- AUGH he's so cute
In all honesty no matter what way, shape or form Tachihara flirts with you, even if he's awkward and fumbles each time, he's still such a charmer that you can't help but love him anyway. some messy hair and a sweet boyish grin goes a LONG way!
Dazai:
This is what I like to call Egotistical Flirting
He will tease you by telling you how much you love him, how much other women love him, how wonderful of a guy he is and how great of a deal he's constantly offering you. Yes, the 'deal' in question is dinner and a movie double suicide
And of course you roll your eyes and chuckle, and while he pretends that he's all offended that you aren't openly falling for it, he LOVES that. He loves your affectionate sarcasm and he could milk it out of you for days if he had the time
And he doesn't even wait to even learn your name before he immediately goes full on womaniser. He would just approach you like 'Heyyy~' and it's all downhill from there.
Dazai is a man on a MISSION is what I'm saying
He will also tease you by embarrassing you. He just says the most oUT OF POCKET stuff out of nowhere in public?? He absolutely delights in seeing you get all embarrassed and having you swat at him and scold him
(He's a bit of a masochist don't question it)
Naturally, this is generally a facade to hide the fact that he is hopelessly infatuated with you, and kinda scared of commitment. He hopes you'll accept him as he is but just in case... it's easier to put up a nonchalant front.
Don't worry Dazai. you've got nothing to worry about. :)
Fyodor:
Mind games. Mind games. MIND GAMES
And not the good kind!
He will tease you with this neat little trick he uses called psychological warfare. In his experience it's 100% effective
Fyodor is a toxic little shit. He doesn't often really 'tease' so much as 'neg'. He doesn't quite care too much about your esteem as long as he's able to make you like him back.
You guys know this thing called Ascended Astarion? yeah this is basically just that but ✨ Russian ✨
All this being said he actually does feel affection and love towards you, and he DOES care. He just doesn't want you to reject him, so he'll use any trick necessary to prevent that (regardless of general ethics for the most part)
Fyodor is an all rounder. He'll tease, show genuine affection, neg, flirt, stalk, lovebomb...the whole shebang (I'm sure he asked Nikolai for tips, and I'm even more sure Nikolai had MANY)
Fyodor is just so emotionally out of touch when it comes to other people that he genuinely has no idea how to just...flirt, or even really be casual, like a normal person. It would be sad if he wasn't such a motherfucker
Honestly all of you 'I could fix him' girlies would fall hook line and sinker for this (and I'm allowed to say that because I am one of you)
In the end...man, just date Tachihara
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↳ a very yakuza christmas
summary. injured after an ambush from a rival gang, Mikey finds himself stranded on a local farm with a girl who shows him the true meaning of this holiday season and what it means to finally let all his walls down.
pairings. bonten!mikey x farmer!reader + all of bonten makes an appearance
genre. hallmark christmas feel good romance, kinda a reversed crash landing on you
overall warnings. fluff, angst, explicit sex, language, mentions of weapons, mild crack, injuries, mention of strippers, Bonten works on a farm, suggestive content, canon typical violence, off screen death, male objectification, romance, christmas themes
a/n. I wanted to end this year with something fluffy and sweet as a big thanks to all of you for sticking around with my little writing blog <3 ALSO! a huge wet kith to my irl sibling @neetro for helping me give life to this idea bc mikey deserves his happily ever. merry christmas, everyone 💓 (psst feedback and reblogs are very much appreciated!)
wc. ~ 27,000+
listen to. i need you christmas- jonas brothers • luxurious - gwen stefani • here i am again - yerin baek
Bastards.
A false lead. That was what found the stoic, powerful and indomitable Sano Manjiro in the middle of a 30 men free-for-all; blows, punches and kicks delivered swiftly but not swift enough that their faces blended in a mash of jeers and leers. His limbs weighed tiredly by his side, and despite how much he tried to reign in his exhaustion, the Bonten leader was fatigued from the stream of violence that just would not stop.
They had cornered him at his weakest, and he could tell how the fight would turn out—most likely with a mortal wound on his end and these bastards going scot-free, bragging about how the mythical unstoppable Bonten leader had folded to a bunch of small town hillbillies.
“He puts up one hell of a fight, huh,” one of the country hicks chortled, swiping some blood from his broken nose where Mikey had managed to land a debilitating blow. “Let’s sweep him up, boys.”
Attacking him all at once, Mikey felt for the first time in his life a powerlessness that pervaded every pore in his body; not even being surrounded by a hundred men with only Draken at his side during his delinquent days could match to the bleakness he was currently experiencing.
The last thing he felt before white-hot pain lanced through his head was a glob of spittle hacked onto his face, dripping down his swollen eyes that slipped shut on their own as the world around him started to fade into black.
Let’s finish him.
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even if he won't say it, touya really is a big softie for you.
you know it when you see the look on the league's faces when he lets you get close enough to touch—it's a "what the fuck is wrong with dabi?" look. you can see the confusion and near repulsion amplify tenfold when not only does he allow you to grasp his hand, he holds yours back. everyone in the LOV knows dabi would rather die than have anyone's hands near his scarred skin.
you know it when, on non-busy days, he follows you with a fake reluctance to the so-called "hangout spot" of the league's hideout. at this point, spinner is always asking you to "get dabi" because everyone knows he won't let anyone else drag him out. but when your big eyes plead with him to spend some quality time with the LOV, he just can't say no.
you know it when he hisses a sharp "no, get your own," when a soul dares to ask for a bite of his food (even if he's complaining about it being bad three seconds later), but will hand-feed you a big bite of your own. sometimes, he'll even offer you the rest if you really seem to like it.
you know it when he hides his face in a pillow as you diligently change the staples on his back. he knows he can do it himself—you know he can too, considering he was stapled up years before you met him—but he knows you'll do it better. you make sure his skin is aligned perfectly, each silver sliver placed evenly apart. you make him look like a work of art. it doesn't hurt like it used to, is what he always says, but he's still biting down on that pillow like he'll die otherwise.
you know it when your hand is wrapped around his cock under the covers while you two lie face-to-face. his hands are in your hair or on your waist as he bucks into your fist. white lashes are against cheeks, sheilding those teary turquoise eyes from you. even if the dim light, almost all of his pale flesh is dusted pink. when he's close, he'll pull you flush against him and duck his face into the crook of your neck. he keeps humping your hand, tip now rubbing and spreading a mess of pre against your soft stomach. he's whining, and he's greedy for you, and his whole body feels like it's on fire in a good way for once, and his brain is a mess except for one, consistent thought—you. "thank you," he rushes out of his lips between moans as he spurts cum on your tummy, "'love you."
you know it.
spotting freckles w/ kuroo | wc: 252 masterlist
“you have something on your face,” kuroo remarks, resting his chin in his hand.
you set down your cupcake, using your finger to wipe at the side of your mouth. when nothing comes off onto your finger, you look over at kuroo, lips pursed in annoyance, “really? and where may it be?”
“well, right here..” he touches the bridge of your nose, “and here, and right there, and there…”
as soon as he starts tapping along your cheeks and by the corners of your eyes, you can tell he means your freckles. it’s nothing you’ve been insanely insecure about, but right now, as he taps each of them, you can feel heat rising to your cheeks. especially as his eyes narrow some, focusing on each spot.
“you do know that freckles can come from sun exposure right?? like your melanin is building more than normal and you could gain melanoma. and you have a lot!” kuroo crinkles his nose, his eyebrows lowering and giving him a more severe expression.
you roll your eyes, lightly shaking your head at his concerns, “babe, i love you, and i appreciate your concern. but sometimes it’s just genetics, and freckles aren’t necessarily an indicator of cancer. it’s just with the amount of sun i’ve gotten lately, i’ve gotten quite a few.”
“i will love you through the chemotherapy, just so you know.”
“i don’t have melanoma suro!” you push his shoulder with your hand, grabbing your cupcake before you have the urge to mess with him more.
PAIRING tooru oikawa x f!reader WORD COUNT 2.8k
SYNOPSIS everything is going fine: you just graduated with your first degree, you get to work alongside your older brother for the 2021 olympics, and you think now might be the perfect time to finally jumpstart your dating life (atsumu miya certainly seems cute…).
there’s no time for you to think about torn acls, shattered dreams, and the fact that this was never your original goal in life. and there’s certainly no time for you to worry about tooru oikawa, the boy who practically grew up in your house now turned into the man who poses as your team’s fiercest competitor. you definitely don’t have the free time to remember how he’s the first boy who ever had (and subsequently broke) your heart. or that the two of you went from practically joined at the hip to total strangers for the past four years. you don’t even bother wondering why he suddenly wants to repair the broken bond between you two, and you totally don’t give in to him (except for the times that you do… which is almost all the time).
yeah. everything is going fine.
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“don’t you dare laugh, miya,” aran sighed as he walked past both of you.
miya atsumu tried. he really tried. but there you were, trying not to burst into tears, holding them back, nose getting increasingly more red, mouth pulled into a wobbling frown that he just couldn’t help it.
it was too cute.
it wasn’t like he particularly found it funny that you tripped and fell on your face as you hurried over to him, but goddamn— he didn’t know how else to get rid of this tight feeling in his chest, seeing you all vulnerable and pretty and snot-faced on the ground.
he offered you a hand, fingers shaking from his futile effort, “oi, are yer—” a snort escaped him, “—al—ngh...alri-hi-hight?”
he was an asshole.
god, he really was for barely keeping the mirth and laughter away from his voice, for enjoying the sight of you on your knees in front of him, tears clinging to your lashes, the pout of your lips deliciously inviting. he could see himself reach over and tug your hair, collect it in his fist and mess you up even further, have tears and saliva mix until both of you got lost in each other. just so cute.
“my, yer a bastard, ‘tsumu,” his brother’s blank face entered his field of vision, also offering a hand to help you up.
hell no.
by then, atsumu was quick to smack his brother’s hand away, his own already sneaking around your waist to pull you up; the sudden swing of strength flushing you close to his chest, engulfing you in his warmth and tackiness of his skin, surrounding you with the scent of his sweat and his deodorant.
atsumu sent a shit-eating grin towards miya osamu over your head, one big hand of his coming to rest on your head, surprisingly gentle for how unruly and fast he had steadied you.
his voice was still coloured with glee when he drawled, “get yer own pretty girl to laugh at, ‘samu. this one here’s mine.”