#mmhm they have to share a room too

[shaguro]

⤿ synposis: you can't ever leave the house without giving toji a kiss good-bye.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ tags: fluff fluff fluff. (toji x fem!reader, established relationship, pet names used ( girl, baby, doll) toji's just in love idk. i wrote the majority of this at like 1 am nd barely proofread!!) wc ⇀ around 0.7k!

"girl", toji drawls, cerulean orbs trained on your figure by the front door. he’s manspread on your living room sofa, sitcom on the tv screen long forgotten as he turns his body around, all his attention on you and only you. “aren’t you forgettin’ somethin’?”

“hmm? what are you talking about, baby?” you keep your head low while you fumble with your stilettos, a hand on the wall for balance as you finally slip it onto your stocking-clad foot, the last step before you head out for your shift, the sun just peeking over the horizon.

of course, you know exactly what toji’s talking about. it doesn’t matter where you’re going or whether you’ll be back in ten minutes or a few hours, whether he’s in deep sleep or in the middle of an intense workout session — toji expects a kiss good-bye before you leave the apartment you share. he’s real strict about it too, he doesn’t accept any excuses, no if’s, an’s or buts.

does knowing all this stop you from testing the dark-haired man? absolutely not.

“i packed my work-bag last night and i have the car keys right here, looks like i’ve got-“

“now you know that’s not what i’m talkin’ about,” toji deadpans, completely unamused. barely keeping up the act, you had to bite your lip to stop yourself from giggling. “don’t play dumb with me, baby.”

you do just that — tilt your head all cute and innocent as you furrow your brows, crossing your arms against your blouse. “i’m being serious though! i dont know what you’re talking about, i swear.”

“girl, please.” toji scoffs, scarred lip almost turned in a scowl. he’s always so sassy when you start to annoy him. “ya really stress me out, y’know that?” in a quick motion, he stands up, stretching out his long arms before he turns to face you. “you don’t know, huh? c’mere and let me remind you, then.”

toji’s tilts his head down. with low eyes and a coy smirk on his handsome face, he beckons you close with a single finger.

you can’t hide your smile now, it spreads ear to ear as you bounce over to him, the click clacking of your heels resounding on the hardwood floor until you reach the plush carpet where toji stood. he wastes no time, cupping his hands on the globes of your ass and tugs your body flush against his. toji’s so warm — he’s shirtless and all his sculpted muscles are on display, flexing when your cold hands glide across his pecs to snake around his neck.

toji leans down and his plump pink lips meet your glossed ones, the strawberry-flavored gloss sat sweet on his tastebuds but he prefers your taste instead, sliding his tongue through your slightly-parted lips with hopes to satisfy his glutinous craving and he’s not disappointed when your tongues mingle. “mm.” never tired of that saccharine taste, toji grunts into your mouth, taking his time kissing you — oddly soft and gentle.

toji pulls away and your lips part, only separated by a string of sticky saliva before he goes back in, giving you one, two, three quick pecks before he’s had his fill.

soft pants fill the air as toji holds you close, foreheads touching. “that jog your memory?”

toji rolls his eyes when you hum happy ‘mmhm!’ in response, hands rubbing on his broad shoulders, your fingertips ghosting the sharp line of his jaw. “you’re a pain in my ass…” he huffs, and you burst into a fit of giggles at his annoyed expression, unable to contain it anymore. it’s just so adorable — an infectious melody that toji prays he’ll continue to hear, for many years to come.

“lucky y’er so fuckin’ pretty . . next time i won’t go so easy on ya.” as if to seal the promise, he lands a heavy smack! on your ass. “toji!” you squeal out, the force of it propels you forward, temple thumping on his toned chest.

it was his turn to chuckle now, soothing the blow with a gentle rub of his palm prior to kissing the crown of your head. “now that i got my kisses . . s’time for you to head out, doll. don’t wanna be late again, hm?”

i'm finally back after disappearing for like a thousand years yayyy (don't beat me up yall pls)

#toji x reader #toji fluff #toji fushiguro fluff #jjk fluff #shanti's stories⋆˙⟡♡ #toji x you #toji x y/n #toji fushiguro x reader #jjk x you #jjk x reader #jjk x reader fluff

[tojipie]

shiu x fem!reader x toji

content: (fem reader, heavy smut, soo much praise, filming sex, spitroasting, eiffel tower position, threesome, blowjobs, face fucking, cumming on face, aftercare)

summary: just another day at work ! :) nothing raunchy going on here

“fuck, that’s perfect,” shiu mumbles, crouching to get a better shot of where you and toji meet. 

the man rutting into you takes the note as a compliment, bucking his hips back to slam to the hilt. the guttural moan he draws out of you is nothing short of sinful, earning you a laugh from the cameraman.

“oh, the guys at home are gonna fucking love that,” he chuckles, standing to grab a shot of you laying face down, ass up on the leather couch.

a calloused hand raises your face to the camera, squeezing your cheeks into a pucker. you smile, taking note of your fucked out demeanor in the camera reflection. 

“feel good, pretty girl?” toji asks, still gripping your face. 

“mmhm,” you groan, making a show of rolling your eyes back into your head. 

the cameraman looks more than pleased, palming himself over his cheap dress pants. 

“such a treat to have in the studio, y’know that?” he wipes a mascara-filled tear while you look up at him for a brief moment. “driving me fucking crazy.”

the incessant pap-pap-pap of toji’s hips against your ass echo among the walls of the small casting room, nearly drowning out the praise with how hard he’s fucking you. still, you smile, letting the suit-clad cameraman brush your hair from your face.

“where’d you learn how to take dick like this, huh?” toji teases, switching his grip from your face to your shoulders. your scene partner uses his newfound leverage to pull you back onto his cock, groaning at the new angle. 

“only like this with you,” you moan, clenching at the sounds of approval both men give you.

“what, you forget about me?” shiu asks, feigning jealousy for the sake of the scene.

toji leans forward, chest-to-back as he whispers something in your ear. hard, deep thrusts slow to a grind as he speaks to you. you nod, giggling at shiu’s pointed look of confusion.

“what’s wrong?” the cameraman mouths, moving to turn the camera off. you beckon him over to the couch instead, jolting from the pick-up of your scene partner’s thrusts.

the two men share a look as you readjust the camera, gauging the shot in the crystalline glint of the lens. perfect, you think. he was going to love this. 

deft hands make haste with his belt, undoing the buckle ever so slowly. the two of you lock eyes for just an instant as his face contorts into a grin, setting the camera on his shoulder to throw his belt off to the side. 

“oh i get love too now?” he teases, unbuttoning his bottoms and letting you get to work. his ironed suit jacket hits the floor, dress shirt half open. 

“you’ve fucked her before genius,” toji adds, slowing the pace of his thrusts to let you work on the cameraman. he was right, off and on camera even.

shiu’s hard, unbearably so when you free him from his boxers and take him into your mouth. you can practically feel how difficult it is for him to not blow his load right then and there, especially after watching you and toji go at it for half an hour with no stimulation of his own.

“hah fuck— she knows what i like, right?” the question is rhetorical, he wants you to take the bait. 

and take the bait you do, pulling off his dick just enough to swirl your tongue around his aching tip.

the noise you earn is more than pornographic, it’s downright sinful, egging you on as you move to take him to the base. 

“you seein’ this?” shiu gasps, panning the camera up to toji who has since stopped fucking you to watch. thick, deft fingers come up to rub at your clit instead, making up for the lost simulation. 

shiu’s free hand reaches down to nestle into your hair, pulling taught. a quick look to make sure the camera lines up is all he gives you before deft hips snap forward, fucking your throat with urgency.

the two men share a look briefly, chuckling as toji finally ramps up the pace again. thick, hot lengths penetrate you from either side, overloading your brain with pleasure. 

“look up at the lens for me baby,” shiu gushes, losing his grip on your hair to cradle your cheek in his palm. you push back on the cock currently pummeling your walls, eagerly groaning for the camera.

“aww there we go, always our favorite star.”

the praise goes right to your head, throat opening up to allow more of his length in. he hisses at the stimulation, grumbling a soft “fuck this,” before setting the camera down on the coffee table in front of the couch. 

“oh, that’s a good fucking shot,” toji comments, pleased at the new camera angle. the thought of the studio’s loyal fanbase getting to watch you get spit-roasted by the hottest business partners in the industry pushes you closer to the edge.

“fuck, there.” shiu groans, pulling himself from your throat with an obscene squelch. a whoop rings out from behind you, no doubt from toji as viscous ropes of cum paint your cheeks— you swear you hear them high-five each other.

“shit, sorry about the mess,” he doesn’t sound sorry at all, tapping the head on your closed lips with a fucked-out smile.

salty cum floods your tastebuds as you work to clean his manhood off, pulling back with an audible pop and a smile. “s’ okay shiu.”

“that’s talent right there,” the camera man comments, clearly pleased with your performance. shiu tucks himself back into his dress pants, quietly motioning for you and toji to switch positions.

the raven-haired man wastes no time lifting you into the air, thick hands situated under your thighs for support.

the position alone might have gotten you close enough to come had he still been inside you. you’re held against his standing body only by the hands under your legs, back-to-chest as you face the camera. 

you hike your legs up, locking eyes with shiu as you’re lowered onto toji’s dick a final time. 

the stretch is absolutely obscene, filling you to the brim over and over again as he thrusts into you.

“perfect, perfect guys,” shiu leans closer to get a better shot of your face. “just like that.”

“you wanna tell everybody at home where you want it?” toji asks, biting your shoulder for good measure.

“inside—please.” you sigh, laughing at the obscene groan that sounds from behind the camera. shiu reaches down to rub your swollen clit for you, pressing a kiss to your temple.

hot seed floods your body a second time, warming you from the inside out. the things toji pants into your ear are obscene, overwhelming your senses while shiu’s hand deals out tiny pats to your clit.

you both sink onto the couch for the final time, the soft leather cushions embracing your tired bodies. shiu approaches with the camera, flipping through a couple of scenes to seek your shared approval.

you sit quietly as you're wiped down with a wet towel, still attached to toji at your most intimate points.

“tired angel? need to wash off?” he asks, maneuvering you on his dick to straddle him.

“yes please,” you mumble happily, resting your head on his shoulder. two sets of hands gently caress your body, wiping the last drops of fluid from your sweaty skin.

“you’re gonna make us all millionaires, i swear,” shiu mumbles, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head before stepping into the bathroom to draw you a bath.

#toji x fem!reader x shiu #fushiguro toji x reader #toji x reader smut #jujutsu kaisen #shiu kong x reader #toji #jjk toji #toji headcanons #jujutsu kaisen toji #toji zenin #toji imagine #toji fushiguro #fushiguro toji #zenin toji #toji x reader #dilf toji #jujutsu toji #toji drabbles #fushiguro toji x fem reader #toji x fem!reader #shiu kong #shiu x reader #jjk shiu #shiu x fem reader #shiu x fem!reader #kong shiu x fem!reader #toji x fem reader smut #toji x reader x shiu smut #shiu x fem reader smut #shiu x reader smut

[greynatomy]

perfect

alessia russo x reader

based on this and this request.

———

You were currently seven months pregnant. And you were miserable. Alessia, your wife, has been amazing through the whole journey.

Like right now, you woke up in the middle of the night after feeling some pain in your back. Unable to fall asleep, you carefully got out of your wife’s grip and exited the bedroom. You went to the living room, seeing a bit of a mess and started to clean up.

Back in the bedroom, Alessia stirs in her sleep and reaches out to the other side of the bed for you only to find it empty. The space was still slightly warm meaning you got out just recently. She gets out of the bed, shivering when her bare feet touches the cold floor and makes her way out. Entering the living room, she finds you with a duster, dusting anything and everything you could reach. She leans against the hallway wall, arms folded over her chest.

“Hey, honey. What are you doing?”

“Ugh! Don’t even get me started.”

“Anything I can do to help?”

“If you can somehow get this baby out of me.”

Alessia pushes off the wall and walks towards you.

“Can I try something?” You feel her standing behind you, her breath fanning against your ear sending shivers down your spine. You can only let out a hum of confirmation, too flustered to know how to use words.

Her arms move to wrap themselves around your waist, hands coming under your bump.

“What are you doing?”

“Shh. Just lean on me.” Her voice soft, you comply, turning your head to breathe in her scent.

She intertwines her hands together under your bump, slowly and carefully lifts your stomach up. Immediately you let out a sigh, relieved at the weight being taken from you.

“Oh, I could marry you all over again.”

She holds your stomach for about a minute, pressing light kisses all over your neck and shoulders.

“I’m gonna put it down slowly now.” She does, making you release a groan. “Think you can come back to bed?”

“Mmhm.”

A few days later, Alessia had gotten home late. She expected you to be asleep, but she found you awake sitting at the dining room table, laptop open and papers sprawled over.

“Baby? Why are you still up?” She asks, moving to stand behind you, hands massaging your shoulders.

You sigh, not taking your eyes off the screen.

“There’s still so much to do.”

“Well, when do you need them done by?”

“Uh, Thursday.”

“Babe. You have like a week to get it done. You’re working too much.”

“I just wanna get ahead.”

Being with you for years, Alessia knows one way to get you to stop working. Grabbing her phone, she connects it to the speakers around the house.

You look away from the screen, hearing the familiar song, a favorite of yours.

Perfect by Ed Sheeran

“May I have this dance?”

You accept her hand that she held out for you. She pulls you as close to her as she could, minding your belly. It’s was silent bar the music. Alessia takes the lead, swaying to the melody.

“You really shouldn’t be overworking yourself, amore mio. It’s not good for you and the baby.”

You sigh into her neck. “I know. I just want to get everything done before she comes.”

“And you will. Just give yourself some more breaks. I want the baby to be healthy, but I want my wife to be healthy as well.”

Well, I found a woman, stronger than anyone I know She shares my dreams, I hope that someday I'll share her homeI found a lover, to carry more than just my secrets To carry love, to carry children of our own

“Feel like watching a film with me?”

“Depends. Which film?”

“Tangled?”

“Oh, baby. If you think I was bad watching that before I was pregnant, wait and see after. These hormones got me acting up.”

“And I’ll have a box of tissues ready for you.”

She pulls away from the dance, hands coming up to cup your cheeks as the song ends, giving you a passionate kiss. It makes you tear up.

Pulling away from the kiss, she goes back to hold you, her warm breath fanning over your ear as she sings you the last line.

You look perfect tonight.

#woso x reader #greynatomy #woso #woso imagines #woso imagine #alessia russo #alessia russo x reader #engwnt x reader

[odigaon]

baby

summary: you and your boyfriend decide to start a family together

rating: smut, 18+

characters: optional bias x afab reader

word count: 1,161

warnings: dumbification, oral (female receiving) impreg, unprotected sex

unedited!

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there you were. spread out, dripping, and anticipating what he was going to do next. the thick fog of subspace hazing your brain was preventing any fully coherent thought from forming in your head. it was okay though. you knew that he was there.

for the last hour you had been bent into multiple positions all over your apartment (and outside): the car before you even arrived home, the front door, the couch, and the dining room table before he finally got you into the bedroom. your poor cunt was swollen and tender from cumming so many times, but every touch from him still felt as good as ever.

now he had you here on your shared bed. on your back with your legs spread and knees pushed up to your chest. his face was buried in your pussy, no doubt that his mouth was covered in spit and cum. how many times had you been eaten out tonight? three? four? it feels so good your brain is practically melting out of your ears.

at this point you think he must be doing it for his pleasure and not yours. every swipe of his tongue and suckle from his mouth has you keening and whimpering. words aren’t even being formed but he knows just what you need.

what gets you the most though? his moaning and whining. every time he feels you clench around his tongue makes him want to stop just slide into you and feel it on his cock. when he hears your voice pick up in pitch, he presses your knees further into your chest and avidly continues exactly what he was doing in order to get you your release for the fifth time that night.

you feel the knot in your tummy start to tighten. toes curling and fingers grasping on to the sheets as best you can, you try your best to warn him, but the only thing that can leave your lips are moans and whines.

letting out a loud squeal, your release hits you like a freight train. white hot pleasure radiates from the top of your head to the bottoms of your feet. black spots dot your vision as you try to come down from your high. you feel him pull away from your cunt and sit up slowly. trying to blink away the haze, you do your best to follow him with your eyes.

he massages your thighs and whispers, “are you feeling okay, baby?”

when all you can do is sigh and blink at him he giggles, “silly me. why am i asking you when you’re too fucked out to answer? i’m sorry. my dumb little baby can only think with her pretty pussy right?”

you feel your cheeks flare up. even fucked out, you can tell his tone is the one he uses in times like this: a bit mean but still conveying his love and adoration for you.

“not dumb.” you muster out

“oh so my pretty girl can use her voice! what do you want next baby? no begging. just tell me and i’ll give it to you. but you have to use that pretty voice of yours or i’m gonna have you the way i want,” he says while lightly tracing the outer folds of your pussy.

“cock!”

embarrassing. you meant to form a full sentence, but evidently it’s not in the cards for you tonight.

“aw does my pretty baby want my cock?”

you nod your head frantically

“uh uh uh. words, baby.”

“yes. wan’ your cock please.”

he smiles one of smiles he saves for when you do something especially cute. pushing him self up slightly, he readjusts you both to be a bit more comfortable.

“you ready?”

“mmhm.”

he lines him self up, and slides home. or at least it might as well be home.

the first slide in is always his favorite. the sound you make is a drawn out combination of a moan and a whine. that sounds almost makes him blow every time.

he presses into you further and you think you feel all the air leave your lungs. he’s so deep, you think you feel him in your stomach. every inch deeper is making you lose your mind and before you know it, all train of thought leaves you and you are solely focused on his cock inside you. the loud ground that leaves him sends you over the edge again; tightening up on him and preventing him from moving .

“fuck baby. i love you so fucking much. your cunt was made for me. i wish i could spend the rest of my life inside you, pretty girl.”

god. the things he’s saying.

if that’s one thing you love about him fucking you: he always ends up fucking the both of you dumb.

the slow, deep thrusts leave you clenching and unclenching around him uncontrollably. one small change in the position, putting your knees back up to your chest, leaves him grazing your g spot. now your mouth has become a waterfall of whines and moans, if anyone tried to quiet you right now, you don’t think they could.

you feel him leaning down close to your ear and nuzzling your neck.

“yeah? that feel good baby? god i wanna cum inside you so bad. will you let me?”

all you can do is wrap your arms around his back and sink your nails into his broad shoulders.

“yeah? want me to cum inside? fuck, pretty girl wants me cum inside her and get her pregnant, huh?”

at that, your eyes nearly roll back in your head. pregnant? he always talked about wanting kids, but you didn’t know that he wanted them this bad.

a chorus of “yeses” start leaving your mouth. all you want, all you’ve been thinking about for the past couple months while the both of you had sex was how bad you wanted him to cum in you.

“you’d look so beautiful pregnant.”

it’s the last straw. as you’re cumming again you muster enough effort to reply to him.

“i want them to have your laugh.”

he starts picking up the pace and leans away slightly to look at you clearly. the pretty smile and misty eyes tell you that he loves you.

“I want them to look just like you, baby. your eyes, your smile, your cute little nose. i want them to know how great of a mommy they have.”

your eyes start to tear up. how can this man make you feel like this while still fucking you so good?

whimpering louder, you clench down on him in an effort to keep him inside. you want nothing more than for him to fill you up with his cum and get you pregnant right now in this moment.

his groans and moaning grow in volume as he gets closer to his release.

whispering out a small, “please. fill me up. i want it all. please. i wanna make you a daddy.”

his thrusts start to grow sloppy and he begins thrusting into you without his earlier finesse.

“you want it all? i’ll give it all to you baby. only you.”

with a handful more thrusts, your boyfriend is finishing inside you. his head drops into your neck while he rides out his high, whimpering in your ear. reaching up to run your fingers through his hair, you ask, “you really think i’ll be a pretty mom?”

he chuckles a bit at that, smiling into your skin and giving you a small kiss.

“i said beautiful. not just pretty.”

a soft blush colors your cheeks. he lightly strokes the side of your face while he looks at you like you hung the stars in the sky.

“you really wanna be parents right now?”

at that he lifts up, gives you small kiss on the forehead, nose, and then lips. he grasps your sides gently and shuffles the both of you around to where your head now lays on his shuddering chest.

“i want nothing more, baby. i’d do or give up anything in order to start a family with you.”

at that, your eyes mist over. god, you really love this man.

“should we start thinking of baby names and nicknames then?”

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thank you so much for taking the time to read! if you liked it, please leave a like and reblog and if you’re feeling extra nice, a comment as well!

if you have any questions or would just like to talk, feel free to drop in my ask box!

#xdinary heroes smut #skz smut #skz hard thoughts #skz hard hours #xdh smut #skz x reader #xdh x reader #ateez x reader #ateez smut #ateez hard hours #ateez hard thoughts #xdinary heroes hard hours #xdinary heroes hard thoughts #bts smut #optional bias smut #optional bias x reader #bts hard thoughts #bts hard hours

[littleskeletonprincessss]

Christmas Fluff ❤️💚

"Mama! Daddy! Santa!" You woke to your 3 year old daughter insistently tugging on your blanket.

"Did Santa come?" you whispered, your voice still raspy from sleep. You sat up, pulling your daughter into your lap.

"Uh huh!" she nodded her head, her messy dark curls bouncing around her face. "Daddy, come on!" She said, leaning over and nudging your sleeping husband.

"Mmm" he mumbled, rolling over to face the both of you, blinking open his tired eyes.

"Daddy, Santa!"

"Alright, alright. I'm up. Let's go." He says, sitting up and stretching before taking her into his arms.

Walking downstairs you see your son gazing at the presents that covered the floor beneath the tree, spreading out into the room.

"Mommy, look! This present is mine and this present is mine and this-"

"Oh my goodness! That must mean you were a really good boy this year! It's a wonder Santa had room for all those toys in his sleigh!"

Your husband walked in behind you, placing your daughter on the floor to join her brother before wrapping his arms around your waist and placing a soft kiss on the back of your neck before sitting down, pulling you next to him.

"Alright buddy, let's let your sister open one first."

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Only a couple hours later the room was covered in shredded wrapping paper, empty boxes thrown every which way and too many twist ties to count.

Both kids had fallen asleep, toys under each arm. Moving them to the couches your husband and you walk to the kitchen to start breakfast.

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That night after family had left and both kids were tucked into bed you and your husband finish cleaning the family room. Glancing out the window you see the snow flurrying across the dark sky. Dropping the garbage bag you'd been holding you walk to to your husband and take his hand. Looking back at you, he smiles before pulling you into a kiss and walking with you to the couch, pulling you into his lap.

Cuddling in the silence you both admire the sparkling tree, bright against the dark night backdrop. Sweet season memories whispered between the two of you, kisses shared and hands softly caressing each other.

"You know, I have one more present for you." you said, pressing a kiss against his temple.

"Yeah?"

"Mmhm" You said, shifting off his lap. Walking out of the room you come back with an envelope.

"What's this?" he says, opening it and taking out the cheesy Christmas card inside.

"Well maybe you should open it to find out."

Letting out a soft chuckle he opens the card and a folded paper slips out. Glancing at you he unfolds the paper, reading it before looking at you.

"Is this- are you-when-"

"I went last week. I'm pregnant."

You notice the tears fillings his eyes as he looks up at you pulling you into a kiss.

"Merry Christmas, handsome."

"Merry Christmas, my love."

#christmas #schlatt #jschlatt #schlatt x reader #jschlatt x reader #dreamwastaken #dream #dream x reader #swagger souls #swaggersouls #swaggersouls x reader #ted nivison x reader #ted nivison #georgenotfound #georgenotfound x reader #sapnap x reader #sapnap

[sanjisblackasswife]

Hey, may I please have Sanji, Zoro, and Law react to an S/O who usually walls around in an oversized t-shirt but like never wears pants? (Sfw and nsfw please)

A/N: Of course :) tysm for requesting!:) enjoy!

One Piece Men Seeing You Wearing Only Big Shirts (SFW & NSFW)

Ft. Sanji, Zoro, & Law

CW: Gropping, Oral Sex, Fingering, Panty Stealing , Mutual Masturbation, Mentions of Sex, …and sex

Sanji

SFW

He finds it so hot lmao

He thinks it’s very cute too he really wants to hug you so badly Everytime he sees you walking around the ship in a big top whether it’s your pajamas or it’s your outerwear.

He did however spaz tf out when he found out you don’t like wearing pants

When you both decided to just share the same room he moved his clothes into your closet and didn’t see any jeans

“Y-N-chaaaan, where are your pants?”

“I don’t own any.”

Flipped him tf out you were so confused KEJSSHDJSJ

He loves seeing your legs so he really had no complaints

He loves how you manage to style the huge shirts when you guys go out

NSFW

You look so sexy to him when you fight

He’s bought you so many shirts that were oversized, but short JUST enough to where when you reach up or bend down he gets a beautiful view of your panties

You’ve noticed this so when you both are alone you started walking around him with no panties

“Y/N!” It was so cute seeing his heart eyes pop out viewing your cute cunt in his face from across the kitchen bending over the sink, but quickly shaking his head to hold your waist tightly as the stupid Marimo walked in.

“GET OUT, SHITTY SWORDSMAN!” His body was pretty much on top of your back as you were still bent over being shielded from any exposure. You smirked feeling his hard on rub against your clit ever so slightly.

“Stupid ass cook…” Zoro grumbled walking out. The second he was out of sight you turned to face him and crash your lips on to his, you grabbed his middle and ring finger and guided it to your damp slit rubbing it in sloppy circles.

You giggled looking up at him with big doe like eyes bitting your lip in excitement.Sanji started to nearly pant feeling how warm you felt, mouth gaped, before you pulled his fingers back out to suck and roll your tongue on them.

“Sanji….” You breathed out a moan popping his fingers out of your mouth. “You want me to help you with that?” You looked down at his visible hard on and palmed it gaining a broken hiss from the blonde.

It wasn’t too long of teasing until Sanji got on his knees and did more than just use his fingers in between your legs.

Zoro

SFW

He thinks you should just walk around shirtless like him lmao

He gives you the shirts he doesn’t wear anymore so you can sleep in

He thinks it’s odd you own NO pants, but doesn’t care too much to ask why

He really likes knowing that under that big shirt is a body of a goddess.

Sometimes when he is behind you he pulls your shirt back to see your true curves and embarrass you

NSFW

Zoro loves the free access he has with you only wearing shirts

He’s a got dang horny menace and he’ll constantly deny it afterwards

You were walking around to find a seat beside your boyfriend as everybody was by the camp fire but he grabbed your hand to sit on his lap under the blanket your brought.

Everybody was laughing and talking until you felt a calloused hand under your shirt rubbing your inner thigh

“You’re not wearing panties like I told you right?” He turned his head to whisper in your ear making sure nobody can read his lips. You clear your throat at his tone, he sounded almost as if he was threatening you and you nod. He grins at you giving you a small peck on the cheek and continue to drink his sake.

You kept talking and laughing with Nami until you felt his thick finger tips rub your labia against your clit. You had to quickly cough away the moan that almost came out of your mouth mid sentence.

“You okay?” Nami smiled grabbing another drink.

“Mmhm!” You complain about it but you really liked when Zoro did this kind of teasing to you. It was almost like a subconscious game you both played when around people and teased each other until one cracked. You won last time; rubbing his cock through his pants one night at dinner , but now it was his turn for revenge.

The blanket he made you bring was thick enough to not see the rough movement of his fingers sliding in and out of your cunt, but it was your job to make sure Luffy or Franky, who are sitting near you hears the noises your body is making.

Zoro had the best poker face, with one hand with sake and the other in your clenching pussy.

He was determined to win, by having you moan at least once in front of the crew.

Law

SFW

You stress him out lmao

He wants you to wear the uniform and you only do if you have to

Which isn’t a lot

“Y/N, go put on your uniform.”

“Am I working in the broiler room today?”

“No.”

“Then no.”

He literally cannot with how you feel so comfortable not wearing PANTS

So he made you wear spandex shorts under your clothing when you are on the ship.

He does give you credit for being so stylish with it though

He will also admit he does enjoy watching you prance around with his shirts and seeing your thighs jiggle a bit when you move under the fabric.

NSFW

Law actually was shocked to see your body shape for the first time when you pulled back your shirt to show him

Your thighs looked absolutely amazing to him

He goes absolutely bananas when you wear thigh high socks

He tries to play it off but he sucks

You say he has a fetish with your thighs and socks and you nearly loss your head because of it

You did also notice your panties missing—-moreso your thongs. So naturally you went and reported the problem to your boyfriend aka the captain.

“I need my thongs, Law.” You sat on his desk beside him, he wasn’t looking at you with his head deep in paper work, but you could see from under his hat he was smirking. “Stop taking my undies!”

“They’re hardly undies.” He shot back. “Besides they’re inappropriate.”

“THEY’RE MY PANTIES?!”

“You barely wear the spandex I got you and I almost seen them the other day when you were reaching for your knives. It’s inappropriate.”

“…so what did you do with em? Some of them were used. Did you sniff em? Hmm?”

Law groaned in disgust of course he wasn’t going admit that

“Well what am I supposed to do now that I have no panties.” You said in a playful tone opening your legs and moving his papers behind you. You scooted over and placed your feet on the arm rest of his chair to expose your wet cunt in front of him since you may or may not have prepped yourself for him before you came into his office.

Law looked at the beautiful scene before him and licked his lips. All you were wearing was his shirt and those damned socks.

“You know we can take a break and I can give you a reason to give me back my panties.” You teased your fingers over your clit humming softly. Law started to rub his chin not breaking eye contact of your cunt. He really wanted to shut you up by pushing you on your back and fucking your stupid but he actually enjoyed the show feeling his pants get tight he adjusted himself in his seat.

“Rub it faster.”

“Ah ah where are my panties.”

He poked his cheek with his tongue and pulled you closer bending a little to hover his lips over your sensitive pussy. You arched your back at the hot feeling of his breath.

“You really wanna piss me off right now?” He smirked up at you giving your slit a long lick and kiss. “Hm?”

“Ah…no sir….” You moaned unbuttoning your his shirt and rubbing one of your breast.

“Fuck…Seems Like you enjoy not wearing any panties huh?” He unzipped his pants pulling out his pretty tanned cock standing tall and twitching between your thighs.

“Well if it gets me fucked..then yeah…” you clicked your tongue before grabbing his black collar and pulling him to kiss you and he tugged on your nipples to have you gasp and slide his tongue in your mouth.

“Rub your clit for me again, baby.” He huffed. You completely forgot that you wanted to keep teasing him and did as told but this time faster. He stood back watch and stroking his cock for a little bit before sliding inside you making your both moan.

You didn’t give him a good reason to give you back your panties, but he gave you more of a reason to wear big shirts.

#one piece smut #sanjionepiece #one piece headcanons #sanji imagine #black reader #sanji #sanji smut #sanji x black reader #sanji x reader #one piece #vinsmoke sanji #zoro smut #zoro x y/n #zoro hcs #sanji headcanons #sanji hcs #sanji scenarios #zoro headcanons #one piece zoro #zoro x you #roronoa zoro #trafalgar d law x reader #trafalgar law #law headcanons #law scenarios #law imagine #law smut #law fluff #law one piece #law

[the-iceni-bitch]

She’s Many Places

Relationship: amazon!lawyer Natasha Romanov x petite!curvy fem reader (Big Red and Peach, NLLYL AU)

Word Count: ~1.4k

Summary: You love when Nat comes home.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (titty worship, petting, teasing, f/f sex, mentions of f receiving oral sex), good natured teasing about sugar mommy/baby relationship even though that’s not what they have, so much fluff, age gap relationship, an offended kitten, SMUT! 18+ ONLY!

A/N: Some sapphic fluff for pride (yes I know it’s not still Pride, but that’s a technicality) and oh my god I love these two. They’re so sweet together and playful and they give me the heart eyes 😍

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Natasha hummed to herself as she shook the rain off her umbrella, grabbing the mail out of the box and taking one last look at the gray sky before walking into the brownstone.

“Baby?” She took off her coat and kicked off her pumps, unpinning her hair as she moved down the hall while Gus wound between her legs. “Peach, are you here?”

“I’m in the living room!” You beamed at her over the top of your book. “Is it still raining?”

“Yeah, it’s gloomy.” She scooped up the kitten and sank next to you on the couch, kissing your cheek before resting her head on your lap. “And work was long. How do you feel about ordering in?”

“I feel fantastic about it.” You ran your fingers through her hair while she pulled out her phone to order something. “I want pasta.”

“Pasta?” She kissed your fingers after you poked her nose affectionately. “We can do pasta. With garlic bread. Split a tiramisu?”

“Mmhm.”

These soft domestic moments were everything with Nat. It was like every moment the two of you spent together just being close made you fall in love with each other even more. Saturdays at the farmers market always left you smiling when she would buy you flowers and you would share fresh blueberry scones. Sunday mornings in bed together where you made her pancakes and the two of you ate in bed and did the crossword while the kitten napped in a sunbeam would set her heart fluttering. And every time it got rainy and gloomy outside when the two of you would just cuddle were perfect.

“Hey peach?” Nat beamed up at you when you peeked down at her, turning and wrapping her arms around you so she could nuzzle into your stomach. “I love you, baby girl.”

“I love you too, Nat.” You giggled when she kissed your tummy, trying not to squirm when she pinched your side and tickled you a little. “Hey!”

“Hey yourself, wait a minute.” She scoffed when she pulled the blanket aside and saw what you were wearing, sitting up and pulling you into her lap while you squealed. “This is my sweatshirt!”

“It’s so comfy!” You laughed when she growled playfully and bit your neck, wiggling in her arms and gasping when she gave you a hickey. “Natasha!”

“What? It’s not like you have to go to the office.” She kissed the mark before pulling the collar of her sweatshirt aside to make another on your collarbone. “Bucky and his beefcake say hi, by the way.”

“My boys! I do miss them.” You tried to stay focused when she started kneading your ass but it wasn’t working. “I am enjoying my life as a sugar baby though.”

“Of course you are.” Nat purred when she edged her fingers under the edge of her sweatshirt and found you were only wearing panties. “Don’t even have to wear your own clothes, get to cuddle the kitten all day, and your pretty little pussy gets all the attention it deserves.”

“Wait, let me mark my page!” You screamed and laughed when she flung you down on the couch and climbed on top of you, your face heating up while the kitten ran off after screaming at the two of you for disturbing him. “Sorry Gus!”

“Gus will be fine.” Natasha grinned as she straddled your hips, her pencil skirt rising up her thighs until you could see the tops of her stockings while she tapped her finger against her plump bottom lip. God, she was hot, you still couldn’t believe she was in love with you sometimes. “Now, the food isn’t going to be here for twenty minutes, should I suck on your tits the whole time or just until your little pussy is all hot and wet then eat you out until you scream for me?”

“Well, I’m already wet.” You bit your lip and arched your back so the sweatshirt started to ride up your tummy, gasping when she reached between the two of you to rub your pussy through your panties. “Feel?”

“Yeah, I feel.” She started petting you while she leaned down to kiss your neck, tutting when you started to take off her sweatshirt. “That stays on. You wear my clothes, you get fucked in my clothes, new rule.”

“Okay.” You whined when she continued rubbing your cunt as she kissed her way down your chest. “You realize that’s not going to discourage me though?”

“It’s not supposed to, hush.” Nat winked at you before pushing her head under the sweatshirt and kissing the undersides of your breasts. “So soft.”

Natasha had never thought of herself as a tits man, but something about yours drove her fucking crazy. Maybe it was the way your pretty nipples would pebble as soon as her breath fanned over them, or when you shivered while she ran her nose along their soft curves. But she was pretty sure it was just because they were yours, and that you were so damn responsive when she paid any attention to them at all. So she started covering your chest with kisses, humming against your skin when you squirmed and whined for her.

Your eyes fluttered closed when she pulled as much of your breast into her mouth as she could and sucked softly, moaning as her tongue swirled around your nipple. She kneaded your other breast with her hand, smiling around your soft flesh when you arched your back to get even closer to her. When she felt you start to vibrate she bared her teeth, biting your nipple gently until you squealed.

“Natasha…” You laughed when she just grunted before kissing her way to your other breast. “One track mind.”

“Yep.” You could practically hear her smirking, but then she sucked on your nipple and pressed her fingers against your swollen clit through your panties and all you could do was whimper.

The rain kept pattering against the window as she worked you over like only she could, adding to the pleasant haze you were in while you gasped and sighed underneath her. She was so warm, so gentle with you. Her fingers kept stroking your pussy while she nibbled on your breast, rubbing your sensitive button until she heard your breath catch. All it took was a little pinch and you came with a squeak, your panties getting even more sticky as you gushed your release.

“Such a messy baby.” Nat ran her nose down your soft stomach slowly, her head slipping out from under her sweatshirt so she could grin at you. “You’re lucky I like it when all my furniture smells like you.”

“Oh my god, perv.” You giggled when she nipped at your hip before rubbing her nose over the gusset of your panties. “You’re such a dirty old lady.”

“Watch your mouth or I’ll spank you instead of licking your pussy.” She buried her face in your cunt and moaned even as she pinched your thigh in warning.

“Oh nooooooooo…” You yelped when she pulled back and swatted your pussy over your panties. “How terrible for me.”

“Oh… shut up.” Nat rolled her eyes before going back to work, taking the crotch of your panties between her teeth and growling mischievously when she started to drag them down your legs.

“Nat!” She didn’t stop when the doorbell rang, just grumbling as she kept dragging your underwear off like she was a riled up frat boy. “That’s the food!”

“But I’ve already got a warm, delicious meal right here.” Nat huffed when you poured at her, sitting up with your panties still in her mouth and giving you a show of sucking your juices out of them before she tossed them aside. “But I know you want your pasta.”

“Thank you.” You tugged the sweatshirt down to cover your hips and covered yourself with the blanket, clapping excitedly when you smelled the bolognese. “You’re the best sugar mommy ever.”

“You’re such a tease.” She pulled you into her lap after handing you your container, kissing your temple when you bit into your garlic bread. “I do love spoiling you, though, sweet little peach. So eat your pasta, and I’ll let you eat all the tiramisu while I have you for dessert.”

#natalie writes #happy pride 🌈 #no love like your love: the city #big red and peach #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x fem!reader #natasha romanoff x petite!curvy reader #female reader #wlw fanfic #wlw fluff #eighteen plus

[neurodivenport]

SIR! SIR! imma need you to be writing more nsfw chase fics! i have no shame. i need more. im on my hands and knees. credit card out and ready. i will even give you scenarios if you need some. im begging, crying, screaming, wailing, salivating, barking, meowing, purring, wobbling, and all the other i-n-g-s. you're the only one that gets into it. 😩

i literally love u… here’s something thats been floating in my brain for a hot minute (that i never wrote because of lack of motiv+ive been sick ugh)

but PLEASE send me scenarios if you have any! i ALWAYS wanna write stuff for him but its just about if i have actual ideas or not

its literally nothing but porn without plot under the cut you’ve been warned (chase davenport x gn!reader)

Chase had finally come up with a way to recharge without his capsule.

He spared you the nitty gritty of it, only telling you he had changed the way his entire room worked in order for him to sleep in your (now) shared bed. You told him he didn’t have to go through all that just because you wanted to sleep next to him- but he insisted that he was just as desperate to hold you, too.

The thought of that made you feel warm.

You watch as he turns off the light, cuddled up in his own set of pajamas, which you note have a little Davenport Industries logo on the side. He squeezes in next to you, lifting the covers above his body.

“I never knew how you slept without a blanket,” You note, “It’s so cold in your room… and you were just in a glass capsule.”

“Highly flexible industry grade polymer,” Chase corrects, with the ‘I’m a genius’ smile plastered on his cute face, “And these pajamas are designed to be warmer than blankets, with adjustable settings to regulate it to human body temperatures. You can also just turn those features off completely.”

You gape at him, eyebrows furrowed tight, watching as he giggles at your expression. “God, you Davenports are so strange.”

He just hums in response, a big, dumb grin lighting up his face.

You settle in, turning around to your side. When you feel him hesitating, you grasp his hand in yours, pulling his arm to slot over your side. He pulls you in tight, spooning your form against his. You feel his face bury itself into your neck, humming, nustling itself into your skin.

“‘S really nice,” Chase says after a few beats- voice muffled with his face in your neck.

You laugh a little, squeezing his hand. “It is for me too.”

You feel him push his body closer to yours, like he’s trying to get as close as he can. His hands bunch up at your pajama shirt, legs intertwining with yours, trying to pull you closer to him.

“Mm, Chase,” You hum, “You okay?”

“Mmhm,” He says, “I just- I want to be close to you.”

“I don’t think you can get any closer than this.” You giggle.

Chase hums in response. You know how clingy he can be, how touch starved he is, constantly clinging to you like a koala or a sloth to a tree. You bet he’d hold you for the rest of his life if he could- not getting up to a single other thing.

You feel his thumb barely touching the light hint of your skin that peeks out from your scrunched shirt, feather light and shaky. He’s praying you don’t notice him taking in your smell.

You slide your leg between his, intertwining your limbs to bring him ever tighter, pulling him forward with your tangled hands. You hear him grunt as he slots against your back, before stilling behind you, lifting his head off from your neck.

“Sorry.”

You don’t understand what he’s talking about… until you feel it.

Oh.

Oh.

“Chase,” You breathe out a laugh, “It’s okay. Don’t apologize.”

“It just- it just happens.”

You can feel him trying to hover his crotch away from your ass, trying not to press his obvious hard-on against you. You two have had sex before- but since it’s still early in that stage of your relationship, his nerves are still never ending, never wanting to overstep a boundary.

You grab onto his hip, pulling him towards you to press just as tightly as he was before. He grunts at the contact, pulling his lip between his teeth.

“You don’t have to,” Chase says, ever the gentleman, voice laced with tensity.

“Chasey,” You breathe, knowing full well what any pet name does to him, “I like making you feel good.”

He lets out a long trembling breath at that. He stays silent for a minute, clearly contemplating something, the cogs in his brain practically audible.

“Can I, uh,” Chase stutters, fidgeting with your shirt. “Can I just… do this…?”

You feel him grind against your ass experimentally. That makes you moan, shifting it back against him, reveling in the soft, barely noticeable noise he makes.

“Go ahead, baby,” You encourage. “Get yourself off for me.”

That makes him whine, burying his face back into your neck. He can never get used to your vulgarity.

Chase’s hips start moving, softly humping against you. You hold his hips in aid, guiding him with more determined strokes.

“That feel good?” You ask. He moans softly, nodding his head.

His movements get faster as he adds more pressure, his hand gliding up your stomach. Sensing his hestiance, you grab his hand and place it on your chest, feeling him pinch a nipple from over your shirt.

“I’m-“ He starts, cutting himself off with a groan, “I’m close- I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize, baby, you’re doing such a good job for me. You deserve it. Let yourself go.”

Chase’s whines amp up in volume, getting more and more frequent while his thrusts lose their rhythm. He’s trying to muffle his sounds into your skin, embarrassed by how much he’s enjoying this.

With a final groan, he stills, legs twitching as you feel his pants dampen.

He’s panting as he comes down, barely moving. You reach back to pet his hair, turning and placing a soft kiss on his forehead. “Was that good?”

He hums in response, still high pitched and breathy. That makes you giggle, squeezing his cheek.

As you begin to push yourself up off the bed, you feel him grab you.

“Where are you going?”

“I’m just gonna get you a washcloth and new pajamas, don’t worry.”

Chase’s eyes are big and dreamy as he speaks. “I want- I want to return the favor.”

You smile, heart warming - knowing full well its not out of obligation but out of his own want.

“Can you do that in the shower?”

You’ve never seen him get up so fast.

#chase davenport x reader #not putting this in the main tag cause ik some people dont like that #sub chase rots my brain sorry #i see him as a switch but im more dom leaning so i just automatically invision him in more sub scenarios 😭 #ns/fw #i also have a pussy eating draft but thats neither here nor there

[adamsobservatory]

“That’s my boy ♡”

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Character/Pairing: Howl Pendragon x Male reader Pronouns: He/Him Summary: Just some long ass smut about Howl Warnings: Grinding, Language, Smut, both mutual and solo masturbation, implied relationship, Reader has a dick 

Authors notes: This is Part 1, I’ll write the rest later. Just wanted to get this out 🍁

“Mmhm-” You cover your mouth trying to keep quiet, you didn’t want to wake Howl with your late night “problem.” You woke up to see Howl, your husband, right next to you, sound asleep. Looking at him so closely, you were able to see his gorgeous features, His raven black, long lashes, his inky black hair, and faint freckles that scattered all across his body. He’s absolutely stunning, so beautiful in fact that you got hard just by looking at him, which led to where you are now, locked in your shared bathroom, jerking off to the thought of your husband.

“Fuck fuck-!” You whimper out as you continue to stroke yourself- A knock sounded from the other side of the door. “Darling? Are you in there?” Howl knocks on the door, his voice still husky from just waking up. 

“Shit- I-I’m fine!, just um.” You fail to come up with an excuse.  “Just go back to bed, I’ll be next to you in a second” You say quickly hoping he leaves you be. “Alright then, just hurry back, I’d prefer to fall back asleep next to you” Howl whispers out, slightly unsure if to leave you alone. 

You wait a few minutes before starting up again, picking up the pace as you  closed your eyes. You imaged Howl on your cock or you on his, straddling him, it didn’t matter all too much as long as you were with him.

A few moments passed as you started again when you were surprised to hear the voice of the same man you thought left right across from you. “So this was what you were doing.” You open your eyes quickly to see Howl sitting in front of you, head in his hands as he watched you.

He startled you, after a few seconds you whispered out, “ Howl, what are you-” He jumped from the tub edge and kissed you, effectively cutting you off. He pushed you back into the toilet as he sat on your lap, grabbing your dick and pumping his hand up and down. You groaned into Howl’s mouth as you pulled his own hard erection out of his pajama pants and matching the pace Howl had set.

Howl started grinding into your hand as he broke the kiss and wrapped his arm around your neck, his breath heavy, he moaned and whined incoherent sentences next to your ear. You brought your arm around Howl’s back, pulling him closer as you groaned into his neck.

“ ‘m close, ‘m close please don’t stop.” He whimpered into your ear. “ ha- wanna cum with you, please cum with me” He said, grabbing both his and your dicks into his hand and speeding up. Now having both your arms, you pulled him into a hug and slurred into his neck you were close.

Howl moaned loudly as he came into his hand and into both of your stomachs, you followed suit after him, Your hips slowed as you squeezed your eyes shut, and came. Both of you were panting into each others ears, enjoying the afterglow, when Howl finally broke it.  “I want to continue, is that alright darling?” He whispered into your ear. You were still slightly out of it so he waited for you to collect yourself to receive an answer.  “Yes, its alright.” You say into his ear. Howl suddenly hopped up, full of energy and picked you up, bridal style. You let out a confused laugh, seeing his eagerness, a complete 180 from how he was a few moments ago. You wrapped an arm around his neck as he carried you to your shared room.

#howl jenkins pendragon #howls moving castle #howl x reader #howl x male reader #Howls moving castle x reader

[obae-me]

Hello! I love your writing! Especially your sick fics. Would you be willing to write one with mammon? Possibly just forcing a very sick/stressed reader to rest. Or if you want to go further the fever getting high enough for reader to hallucinate and they keep trying to get up and he's trying to stop her. Either would be very appreciated 😊

Yeeessss, I will always write a good sickfic! It’s one of my favorite tropes, it’s just too good! Thank you for the request, anon! I hope you enjoy!

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Let's Go Home

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"...This isn't good..." Whispering, you looked into the mirror, not that you required a reflection to be able to tell. The facts were simple. You were coming down with something. There was a dark corruption stirring and settling inside your body. It felt off, and you could easily assume why. It didn't help that your throat was sore either. A telling sign if there ever was one. Of course you would have the luck to catch something just before a big assignment was due. Now you could spend the next few days being sick and stressed. Yay for you. The dread and anxiousness did little to ease the symptoms that seemed to slowly creep up on you the more you woke up. As much as you'd like to throw yourself back into bed, you couldn't afford to miss these next few days of classes. So, tugging on your uniform with harsh irritated movements, you headed downstairs.

Breakfast was already done for the most part, the sounds of the table being cleared and the last few munches of Beel could be heard from behind the dining room door. You'd given up food this morning for that last little bit of rest. You'd need as much as you could get right now. You could only hope the brothers didn't find your absence suspicious. If they knew you weren't feeling well...you could only imagine the kind of hovering they would do. They meant well, truly, you knew as such, but sometimes they never knew how to let you breathe. Plus, they did have a tendency to overreact, and you didn't need seven different worried voices buzzing through your head when it felt like it was buzzing enough already.

Adjusting your school bag, you twisted the handle to the entrance hall open, ready to make the journey to RAD on your own. That had been the plan, but a demon-shaped wrench was thrown into it. Mammon went through a short series of varying emotions, all of which could be seen plainly on his face as his eyebrows danced up and down. He had been pleased to see you, then confused, then panicked as he looked over his shoulder to ensure none of his brothers were following him out before shutting the door behind him. After that, he seemed rather smug about the fact that it seemed you two were going to head off to school alone together. "Mornin'!" He spoke softer than he normally did, trying to keep this little moment a secret. He slipped out of the main entrance you'd already opened and pulled you outside by the sleeve around your elbow. As the door shut behind you both, he stretched, his arms straight up above his head. He pulled them tightly before his hands dropped back to his sides. "Missed ya at breakfast--I mean, I didn't miss you, I just meant I didn't see ya there," he proclaimed, a little flustered but apparently getting more adjusted to sharing his feelings with you. "Stay up a little too late, huh?"

You remained silent for a moment, focusing on trying to sound as normal as possible. Although, as you attempted to reply, your throat squeaked out the answer. Clearing your throat in an attempt to sound clearer only made the pain in your esophagus worse. Instead, you just nodded your head, hoping that it would suffice.

Suffice it hardly did. Mammon already seemed suspicious, nearly making you sweat under the pressure. Or perhaps that was caused by something else... "You alright? Something seems off with you today.

"Mmhm," you hummed affirmingly, giving him a smile to show that you were fine. With any luck he'd just write off your strange behavior as lack of sleep. Before he could investigate any further, you took rapid steps down the path towards RAD, feeling his eyes track you while you did so. But for now, it seemed you were safe.

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Classes at RAD had hardly ever felt so grueling. They were always difficult, seeing as how they were all about subject material you didn't even know existed until you'd been dropped down here. Now that you were sick, focusing almost seemed impossible. But you had to. You had to pay attention. There was a test coming up, and if you got another bad grade... You couldn't stand it, the look on the other's faces whenever you did. With pity. Or even worse, like they expected it. Like you were nothing more than just a human who couldn't hardly be expected to do well. Is that why you had been pushing yourself so hard these last few weeks? Of course you had to fall ill right when all that hard work was supposed to pay off.

The bell for lunch rang cacophonously through the halls. Other demons grabbed their bags and scrambled for freedom. You remained seated till the herd thinned, slinging the bag over your shoulder. Just a little longer...Just a few more classes. You could do this. You would do this. While a demon would've given up already out of temptation, you would show everyone a human's determined spirit!

Outside seemed like a nice place to spend the break. Fresh air might do you good, not to mention it would be quiet. As for lunch...Hm, what would you do? You didn't pack anything this morning...and Devildom food wasn't exactly easy on a sick human's stomach. Maybe you still had some snacks for Beel packed away somewhere in your bag. You stepped through the halls as you rummaged through your things, eyes straining to look into the darker depths for something that might provide you temporary sustenance. If you tried to skip a meal, Beel would know. Somehow he always knew, and a disappointed Beel was ten times worse than a disappointed Lucifer.

"Oi! Watch it!" Two hands quickly grabbed your shoulders, tugging you backwards and slightly off to the side. You raised your head as it happened, able to glance forward at one of RAD's stone pillars that occasionally adorned the walls. You were about to face whoever grabbed you only to be turned around against your will. Mammon's hands lowered, trailing down to your upper arms where he firmly grasped them. "You're kiddin' me, right? Are you really that stupid to be walkin' face-first into the walls?" He sounded astounded. Exasperated. You knew that he had the tendency to sound like that when he was simply just concerned, but somehow the tone still dug into you anyway. You looked away from him, shrugging off his hands and heading down the hall again. "Wait!" Mammon lunged, reaching out and grabbing the nearest part of you. Your hand.

The action had you stop, but you stayed where you were, looking away from him partially out of spite but also because you didn't want your secret to slip. Mammon grasped your hand a little tighter, his palm moving against yours till he seemed to find where his hand fit perfectly. He was warm. Hopefully he would be too distracted by his embarrassment to notice that you were almost warmer. And not from the embarrassment. Perhaps you were worse off than you figured.

"I didn't mean to come off so harsh, You know I didn't mean it that way," he spoke, his voice softer than usual. You still looked away from him, waiting for a real apology. You could hear him shift on his feet, uncomfortable with the silent treatment, although most of it was due to your throat. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to raise my voice like that." Better, but not all. You tugged a little on his arm to tell him to try again. "And for callin' ya stupid. I know you're not." You sighed, taking the apology and turning to face him once more. "You're weirding me out today. Somethin''s been bothering me all day-- actually, this whole week-- but I didn't know why. What's going on with ya?" He looked deep into your eyes as if he could pull the answer out from there. It was hard to look at him with such a genuinely concerned face. He almost looked wounded that you would work so hard to keep something from him. Maybe somewhere in his mind, he felt as if he did something to deserve your actions.

You sighed, head drooping a little. "I don't...feel great," you whispered, your voice weak, coming out still a little scratchy despite the low volume. "I'll be okay."

"Not great?" He raised an eyebrow, dropping his hold on your hand to raise it up, approaching your forehead. "Like sick or somethin'?" Suddenly his eyes widened. "You're warm! Freakishly warm! I'll go get Lucifer--"

"No! That's not--" You pressed a hand to your throat as you swallowed, the pain making your fingers tremble. You had raised your voice a little too much. "I can make it through the day. Don't bother him."

He shook his head a bit at you, eyes narrowing. "Ya don't look like you can make it that long, we should get some help and go home."

"I can't, Mammon. I have to go to class. I can't let my grades slip lower."

With that, he actually huffed, almost scoffing in a sort of confused laughter. "Screw grades! This is you we're talkin' about!" One hand settled on his hip, the other gesturing as he talked. "Who cares about a few grades?"

"I do!" Your voice raised again, emotions as well as pain brought a few tears to your eyes. "I'm one of the exchange students. Everyone already looks at me like I'm destined for failure, like I'm not cut out for the Devildom, like it's only to be expected because I'm nothing more than a simple human. I'm going to prove them wrong. So if I have to suffer through a few classes while I'm sick, so what?" You stood your ground, mouth a tight frown.

Mammon took a step back, a bit stunned at your tone, but he seemed to understand. Although you could tell he was beating himself up a little on the inside. Had he looked at you like that? Had he made you feel that way? "So you've been stressed, huh? It's worn ya down." You couldn't quite deny that statement. The demon of Greed shook his head a little. "Hey, can you promise me something?"

Exhausted by your small outburst, you pressed the back of your own hand to your head, shoulders sagging. "Depends on what it is."

"Can you forgive me?"

You could only raise an eyebrow at that strange question. "Forgive you for what?"

All the sudden you felt yourself being swept up, body off the ground, your vision a blur of colors. Mammon's arms held you close, preventing you from falling in your small struggle. "Grades might be important to you, but...you're important to me. Let's go home." He watched your head fall against him dejectedly before rushing down the halls.

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Your head had felt light the entire way home. Everything was filled with that dreary fuzziness that came with dreams. You didn't pull yourself back together till you felt Mammon follow a familiar path. Sounds of home flooded your ears. The common squeak of the House's hinges. The echoing footsteps against the Entrance Hall's marble floors. The sound of Mammon's comforted sigh that he unconsciously made anytime he entered your bedroom.

You were sat on the side of your mattress, shoes being tugged off you and haphazardly and frustratingly tossed aside like they had been the source of your troubles. With two hands on your shoulders, you were quickly pushed down into a laying position, the covers being pulled over you and tucked around you so tightly it felt like you could hardly breathe. Or maybe that was just due to the sickness constricting your lungs. Everything was warm, every breath a wheeze. But worst of all was the feeling of defeat. Of the shrinking pride of Mammon being right. You were too weak to make it through classes.

"Hey, forget about RAD," Mammon spoke up suddenly, shaking his head at you. Somehow he had those moments where he knew exactly what you were thinking. You had never thought yourself that transparent, but maybe it was a pact thing. More than likely though, Mammon was just good at this sort of thing. "Your grades ain't gonna change the way we all feel about ya."

"You know what Diavolo and Lucifer expect of me. If I let them down, I'm ruining the image of the program. And I'm not like Solomon, or Simeon, or even Luke. I feel like I have to work ten times harder then the rest of them only to just barely pass. I..." You hesitated with your words, not expecting yourself to become so emotionally vulnerable, but here you were. Almost in tears, crushed under the weight of unbelievable expectations. "I can't take much more of this." Your nerves felt like frayed burning wires, the tips of your fingers trembling.

Mammon fell silent for a long while, glancing at some random spot on your floor. Finally, after you had both marinated in the silence, he lifted his chin, looking directly at you, rubbing the warm and pounding spots of your temples with one of his thumbs. "Forget about all that for just a little bit. Thinkin' about all that stressful nonsense won't do nothin' but make you feel worse." He suddenly stood up, rubbing the back of his head in thought. "Lemme get you somethin' to eat." Before you could say anything otherwise, he was gone. You stared up at the ceiling, a few tears leaving your eyes now that you were alone. This...sucked. But at least...you were no longer alone. Crying did nothing but exhaust you further, so by the time Mammon returned with some food, you were convinced you wouldn't even have the energy to eat it. He used one hand to help you sit up while the other placed a plate in your lap. It was a simple meal, but one that would probably help. Just a sandwich he had made with simple sliced meat and veggies. He even cut them into small little squares for you. His eyes were shining, like he was proud of himself, that he was glad at least that he got to do something like this for you. Then he suddenly looked at the watch on his wrist. "Crap, lunch is about over already." His mood tanked, apparently not intending to stay which surprised you a bit. You had assumed he'd give anything for an opportunity to skip classes with you. "Eat as much as you can, and then sleep long enough so it won't even seem like I'm gone, okay?" He tried to flash a signature smile, but it was filled with worry. "Call me if you need me. And make sure you call me and no one else, got it?"

You let out a breathy sigh. Just sleep and forget about it all, huh? Sure. "Okay." It's not like you could do much else. Plus, this demon was giving you some serious puppy eyes, and you had no idea if he was even intending to do so or if it just came naturally. Before he left, you took a few of the finger-sandwich squares and handed it to him, so at least, even if he was leaving, it was like you were having lunch together. He took them gently, that giddy glow that usually formed around him returning. He took a munch of one before running off, giving you one last glance before he shut the door. You looked down at the plate and tried a bite of your own. It was pretty light as to not upset your stomach, but filling enough to stop the slight hunger pains you were already feeling. How precious of him to make you lunch like that. It was a short time before they were all gone, the empty plate resting on your nightstand. Lying back down, you turned over in bed, groaning under your breath as you did so, closing wearily eyelids. With a full stomach and a sore body, sleep seemed to barrel into you like an overdue train. You might've been hearing things, but you could've sworn you heard Mammon's voice muttering something to you before you drifted off to sleep.

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The sound of a sharp breath had you open your eyes. You stared at the ceiling of your bedroom blankly. It took you quite a while to realize you were even awake. Slowly turning under your covers, you tried to figure out what or who had woken you up. "Mammon?" You called out, voice weak, throat dry. You knew you felt warm but you couldn't help but shiver anyway. Shaky and weak hands gripped your bedsheets as you pulled yourself out of bed, your head swimming from the movement. You noticed a shadow flash across your eyes. Something moved right outside your door. "Who...is it?" A few trembling steps and you were at the door, swinging it open. You craned your neck to look down the hallway. Nothing was there. Some sort of hum filled your left ear. It was hard to discern what it was, but maybe whoever had been outside your door went in that direction. So, you left your room, turning left to wander down the hall.

How long had you been sleeping? Were you still sleeping? No, everything felt too real to be a dream. And yet, everything in your mind was hazy. Thoughts were hard to keep ahold of, slipping from your brain almost as soon as they were manifested. You were too preoccupied with the pain in your body, and whoever was in the house apparently. You continued to shuffle past windows and doors, trying to keep an ear out for another noise. Something caught in your peripherals. As you turned to look out the window you were standing by, you caught the last bit of a blur running past the frame. It jolted you back, almost causing you to fall, but you stumbled into one of the hall's little dressers.

Now you were irritated. You didn't feel good enough for games. You were going to find who had just scared you and give them a piece of your mind. You marched the rest of the way through the House, ending up in the entrance hall. You only mildly regretted your decision when you opened the door, the cold air outside almost making your teeth rattle. You took a few steps outside anyway, glaring as you scanned your surroundings. There seemed to be nothing out here. Just as you were about to turn around to go back inside, a hand grasped your shoulder. You jumped, smacking the hand that had touched you as you swirled around.

Mammon looked dumbfounded, only to then turn his expression into one frighteningly close to Lucifer's. "What do you think you're doin' being outside like this? You have a death wish? I said to stay in bed!"

The shock rattled your lungs, a few coughs shaking your frame. "What the hell, Mammon? Why would you do that to me? You think skulking around the House is funny? Some caretaker you are!" You pressed your palms to your throbbing temples.

"Whad'dya mean?" His eyes went a little wide, looking wounded, but mostly confused. You straightened your posture, glancing behind him to see the front gate slightly ajar. Had he just gotten here? Then you spotted the papers he was holding under his arm. A large stack of them. "No one should be home but us. Even Levi was dragged to classes today." You raised an eyebrow at him, trying to go over the details in your brain. Before you could try to figure out if you were crazy or not, Mammon took your arm and led you back inside the House, dragging you along till you were back in your room. He was clearly worried, hardly able to stand still on his feet, his heels tapping against the floor as he helped you into bed.

"Where did you go?" You couldn't help but wonder. You didn't want to outwardly say you had wished he stayed here, but...maybe his tsundere nature was rubbing off on you.

He moved to settle the papers he was carrying onto the table in your room before coming back to you. "I had somethin' important to do is all..." He didn't seem to be very forthcoming with information at the moment. Well, when did he ever? You didn't have the energy to press him on anything. His hand suddenly cupped your cheek as he cursed. "You're even warmer than before..." He got on his knees by your bedside so he could be level with you as you rested. "How do I help you feel better?"

"Some water might be nice, and maybe a cool rag," you shrugged a little. There weren't too many remedies for humans easily accessible down here.

He shot up to his feet. "That's easy! I'll be back!" He dashed off, moving so loudly you could hear him move all the way to the kitchen. He came back just as quickly as he left, putting a cup of water on your nightstand and holding the rag in his hands. He suddenly turned a bit sheepish, slowly getting back down to his knees on the floor, glancing away from your gaze. He was fidgeting with the rag in his hands for a moment before briskly placing it on your forehead. "Why'd you have to go and get sick, huh?" He asked in a huff, pressing the cooler parts of his hand against your burning cheeks. "I can't stand the way you look right now. Hurry and get better, dammit..."

"If I could will it away, I would," you assured him. He stayed by you in a bit of silence, looking down at the floor as he fretted, muttering things about 'finding a magical cure' or something of the like. You couldn't help yourself. He looked a bit like a bruised puppy. Your hand found it's way into his hair, causing his head to snap up and stare at you, embarrassed, but clearly not backing away. "Thank you for being here with me. I always feel a little better when you're around."

It was his turn to feel warmth in his face. "Don't say stuff like that! No gushy stuff! 'Cuz then..." He quickly went silent, enjoying the feeling of your fingers in his hair. "I...uh..." The subject was suddenly changed. "I know you've been stressed out about classes and stuff, so I...went to all your classes for ya and took notes." He took a moment to relish your pleased look. You could only imagine the confusion of your professors. "But I'll only give them to you on one condition!" He shook his head firmly, letting your hand fall back to the bed. An accusatory finger pointed sternly in your direction. "You can't get burnt out like this again, okay? I'm serious. Deadly serious." He leaned forward, flipping the rag over on the now-cooler side. "Nothin', and I mean nothin', ever takes priority over you, okay?"

A little hum left your throat, almost cooing over him. A little tease left your lips. "Aww, so you do care for me."

He sighed, looking a little annoyed before his eyebrows softened. "Of course I do, ya dummy. That's why I'm here, right? Me and no one else...I won't let anyone else take care of ya."

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[privitivium]

*big gasp* noooo...! i forgo my font agaiin...!! weeeeehhhhh...!!! *sigh* mehh... it's fine... at least i signed it so u knew who it waz... but still!!!!

oh! also, im doin'... i guezz alright...? a few serious things haves been happening lately.... but anywayz, subject change! i need kishibe to sit on me face and ride it until i can't breath!!(≧◡≦)

:3(pls make the kishibe fic a thing, i hunger for it!>:3)

that's good ur doing alright i think... sure gng. im on a roll i feel like,,, not in depth, more of a ramble fic like all the others. CHAINSAW MAN !!!!!!

dom afab kishibe x sub amab reader

cw for uh, answering phone during sex, facesitting, no mentions of makima, life is good. everyones friends.

nothing like winding back after a hardworking day of some serious hard labor... nothing like... having your old man cunt buried in the mouth of some young punk you wifed up, huh? holding onto the headboard of your shared king-sized bedㅡkishibe's darling little lover so eagerly, graciously sucking and lapping at the folds of his well-kept cunt ( well-kept for his own hygiene and wanting it to look pretty, not that he'd ever admit itㅡ) - it makes him giddy that you're always so eager to dive tongue first to make him feel good... not that he'd ever ... show for it. not that he would ever reveal it...

ㅡalready he was such a indifferent, jaded man... holding it up for his lil boyfriend. no one quite knew who kishibe went home to - and he liked it that way, personally. except forㅡof courseㅡhis best pal, his best mate... quanxi knew all about his perverted little freak of a lover. often badgering him and making fun of kishibe for having you around... it was lighthearted. she knew how much you made him emotional - so happy. she'd like to thank you personally, jokingly, but you always seem to be busy... with ur mouth being stuffed is all.

ㅡ"mmmfgh-" you were barely able to speak. incoherent - vibrations of your soft moans tickling him all the way up to his core and nearly making him cum right thenㅡyour hot breath fanning his clit before you were forcing all his weight on you - belligerent on feeling his heavy, six-foot-four body crush your skull... he was perfectly okay with it, you were strong... you could handle it. of course you could - this was nothing new... every other day... so desperately wanting to taste the saltiness of his old man cuntㅡjust a way for you to relax, you tell him whiningly; puppy-eyed, erect, and aching. god, obviously he gives you want you want... sometimes - teasing you.

"s' a good boy..." grumbling, inhaling shakily. teasing you when you get too bratty and adamant... by tying you upㅡso strong-!ㅡand tossing you in the chair in the corner of the room; fingering himself with his legs spread open lazily on the bed - just so he can flaunt the glistening folds of his cunt, smirking in pure glee. making it up to you - riding your restrained form, and you; sobbing as you were unable to feel the fleshy squish of his thighs as he bounced on your cock with your hands tied behind your back... so cruel, kishibe !

kishibe grunts softly under his breath, nearly grinding into your face as he trembles; edge of an orgasm creeping up his spine and curling in his lower tummy - jolting mildly as his phone begins to ring on the nightstandㅡhe snarls at the distraction, not exactly in the mood to be teased himselfㅡyet, in an attempts to embarrass you, knowing how sensitive you are; he answers it despite being seconds away from a nerve shattering orgasm from your overworked tongue. letting yourself be suffocated, his thighs as earmuffs and too busy to realize what he's doing; too immersed on making him cum. his pleasure before yours... you were so good to him - making him feel like a little schoolboy with a crush all over again.

a small smile worming onto his lips as your hands grip his thighs a touch rigidlyㅡ"mmhm?" he greets the caller with a gentle hum, tangling his nimble fingers through his younger lovers' hair affectionately, such a stoic old man; hiding his pleasure so easily through the phone - a business call?

he's had many years to perfect his suppression of pleasure through voice after all... choking back a soft moan that nearly escapes his lips glossy with saliva, it was meaningless - some newbie asking about the offices - why the hell was he calling kishibe for such uselessness?

but... making useless conversation as though to challenge himself, getting mildly worried as you never seem to come up for air - hanging up just as he's about to cumㅡyou relax your grip on him, letting him hover over you slightly; still reaching up, tongue flicking and sucking at his puffy clit you've abusedㅡinhaling deeply before you ready yourself once again, burying your nose in his cunt - all good to go to be suffocated by his orgasm,,, making you cum, without having to be touched. cock aching and standing upright - ignoring it in favor of pleasing him; the mere taste and smell of him sending your brain on overdriveㅡlapping at his sensitive pussy fluttering in your mouth; swallowing his juices so eagerly. making him tremble, breathing all heavy as he was trying to recover ,,,, ,,, hnngh

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[vi-trying-to-survive]

We Can Share

Anthony Lockwood x f!Reader

Warnings: None this pretty much fluff only :) 💖💖💖

Summary: Lockwood and Y/N have to stay overnight in a hotel for a case, which is not the biggest problem until the room only has one bed

A/N: I hope you guys like it :) 💖💖💖 I wasn't sure how to feel about it and it is a little cliche but I couldn't get it out of my mind also :') 💖💖💖 Also sorry if updates are slow :') 💖💖💖 Hope you have a great day :) 💖💖💖

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"So you're telling me they didn't have a cheaper room", she frowned, chasing after him.

He didn't look back, crumpling the receipt into his pocket, "Yes".

The straps of her bag weighed down on her shoulders, pulling her down close to the ground, as they walked up yet another flight of stairs. Her feet ached. If this hotel was so brilliant why were all the elevators broken ? It was probably because the location of their next job was far out of London, next to the middle of nowhere. She probably should have seen it coming when the train station was just a misshapen shack that was barely standing. George and Lucy had rather conveniently decided to sit this one out, something about providing assistance remotely. She rolled her eyes.

"Remind me again why we took this case", she groaned, finally catching up to him.

He chuckled, shaking his head, "They are paying us highly for our services".

"Mmhm", she closed her eyes, leaning against the wall. Money. It was the denominator of every fraction in their lives. She longed for a time when they wouldn’t be so dependent on it, to the point where they put their lives on the line just for it. It was a harsh reality, one they were used to, but if anything she could at least thank it for the people that had come into her life, for him.

"Oh come on it's not that bad", he grinned widely, readjusting the bag on his shoulder before handing her a dull looking iron key.

She gave him a pointed look, “That's what you always say"

"But is it ever a lie", he raised a brow. She couldn’t help but smile. It was never awful, not even subpar, not if she was with him. He just knew all the right buttons to press with her, granted he also knew the wrong ones but it didn’t happen often enough to be a concern. He was reckless and overconfident, but he was also sweet and funny. It was hard for her to not have a good time when they were together.

"No, but I am allowed to miss the comfort of home", she grinned. She twisted the key through the lock, swinging the door open.

"Well, you'll be there soon enough", he laughed.

"Oh", her smile faltered. The room itself was relatively normal, no expensive sheets or fantastic views. It was clean and tidy, the covers folded in neatly under the mattress. The only problem was that there was only one bed. She thought this only happened in books, but the universe decided to prove her wrong this one time and of course it had to be with him. She chewed her thumbnail. It was already too late for them to request another room. She wondered what to say. Who would even know what to say ? No one, because no one ever ends up in these kinds of situations, except her apparently.

"Right, this is fine, you take the bed, I'll take the floor", he dumped the bags haphazardly at the foot of the bed. He was already gathering some pillows off the bed.

She felt a twinge of sympathy and maybe something more. Call it a careless decision. In the moment she felt brave, or maybe she was just desperate, she wasn’t sure. Yet she was aware of the consequences, even as the words spilled out, “Don't be ridiculous, we can share".

"I- Only if you're alright with it", he was surprised. She couldn’t tell if it was a good or bad one. If she was being honest she was surprised too. It would have been easier to let him stay on the floor, kept a solid barrier between them. What had she gotten herself into ?

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It was dark when all the lights were turned out. Fortunately, she was quite accustomed to the dark. It didn't scare her. What scared her was the fact that she was lying in a bed with a boy next to her, a boy that she hasn't been able to stop thinking about for the past 6 months. It was not the most ideal situation, but she figured they'd been stuck in more compromising positions. Yet, her heart was still pounding like she'd run a marathon and she was working a little too hard to keep her breathing quiet. They had always been close, even from when she had first joined the agency. She had always summed it up to them being a good team. That was until it developed into something more elaborate. When had things changed ? When had they become complicated ?

"Are you comfortable ?", he turned towards her, whispering.

"Very", she hoped she sounded confident. Her hands were clasped together tightly over her chest as she stared at the ceiling. She refused to look at him. She just might explode from anticipation alone.

"You're practically falling off the mattress", he scoffed. So maybe she had forced herself to be at as close to the edge as she could without falling off. It was only to put a respectable amount of distance between them, so she could manage the night with some semblance of relaxation. She had been hoping that he would be ignorant enough for her plan to work, but he seemed to be the exact opposite. She sighed. This was going to be one of those long nights.

He wrapped an arm around her waist, "Come on".

"No I-", she pressed her lips together. Her body went rigid as he tugged her closer to the middle of the bed, closer to him. She felt overtly self-conscious, choosing to concentrate on breathing in and out, instead of the fact that her back was pressed tightly against his chest. It was a more difficult task than what she had anticipated, especially when the warmth from his body spread to her. Her confidence faltered, and she felt herself relax into him, “This is nice, actually".

"Surprising isn't it ?", his tone was sarcastic, but his hand still rested comfortably over hers.

She was confused to say the least. They were always close, but sharing near-death experiences could do that to a person. Still, the last few months had been different. His touch would linger a little longer before he pulled away hurriedly. She would feel his stare in a crowded room, but he never met her eyes. Maybe it would have been simpler if she had been more forward with him, but she hadn't, and it put her in a vulnerable position. She could have gone to sleep, but she didn't, "Lockwood ?".

"Yes ?", his hot breath left the hairs on the back her neck standing.

She pushed herself to sit up, "I can't keep doing this".

"Doing what ?", he mimicked her position. His brows were furrowed and he sounded unconvinced.

"This", she groaned, throwing her head onto her knees. Why was this so hard for him to understand ? Why was it so hard for her to tell him ? Why wouldn't her heart stop pounding ?

She took a breath in, "We always act like a couple but somehow we're just friends, I just- I need- I-". He watched her closely, eyes dropping to her lips, before pressing his against them. He tasted faintly of honey and tea. She was quick to respond, grabbing a fistful of his shirt and tugging him closer to her. Her racing heart finally seemed to slow. She felt relieved and desperate all at once. She hoped he felt the same too, and to some extent he must be, seeing as he was kissing her like she might disappear if he didn't.

"Was that a good enough answer for you ?", he chuckled, pulling away.

She was breathless, but stood by a nonchalant facade, "Well you didn't really say anything".

"What? I was trying to make a romantic gesture?", he pressed his lips together, falling back onto the bed. The springs creaked under the sudden weight.

She giggled, smoothing his hair and patting down the stray strands that were sticking out, “Just kidding".

She lay down on the bed, settling into his side. She wondered if this was just a dream, and that she would eventually wake to a version of him that was unaware. The thought alone made her eyes grow wide. Well, it wouldn't hurt to check she thought. She poked him harshly in the side, "Just so you know, I really like you".

He only grinned, "Thanks, I really like me too".

She hit him across the chest, "I hate you". Only Anthony Lockwood could be that big-headed. At least she could be sure that this was reality. Where he had gotten his ego, she would never know, but at least she could go to sleep in peace.

"Don't worry I really like you too", he laughed, softly pressing a kiss against her temple. Though, she thought, when he wanted to, he could also be sweet.

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[naomis-daydream]

seven deadly sins // shuri udaku

summary: self explanatory tbh

warnings: descriptions of sex, mentions of accidentally skipping meals

a/n: ik some of these aren’t the real meanings behind the seven deadly sins, just a fun take on it. something quick & cute until i get other stuff out. also, i finally learned how to add the ‘keep reading’ tab🤭 enjoy!

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LUST - a strong passion or longing, especially for sexual desires

a soft moan escapes shuri’s lips as she tugs lightly on your hair. she’d been gone on a mission for three days, yet it felt like a lifetime since she felt you against her. you were buried between her thighs, her legs swung over your shoulders as you gripped her supple flesh under your fingertips.

your lips were wrapped around her clit, her walls were around your fingers which were pushing slowly in and out of her. the sound of her clenching around you filling the room as she whimpered.

“miss me that much, sithandwa sam?” you mutter, lips still against her, the vibrations making her squirm slightly.

she nods quickly, head thrown back against the pillows.

“how about you show me, then?”

GREED - the excessive pursuit of material goods

no matter how many times you attempted to tell her otherwise, shuri continuously showered you in gifts. whether it was high-end or hand-me-downs, your girlfriend spared no expense to show her everlasting love for you.

like the time you mentioned a garment you liked, but said it was too expensive to buy. later that week, a package was left on your side of your shared bedroom with a note on the top saying “open me :)”. you knew better than to dissuade her, because when you looked at the label in the corner, you found pen scribbled over the return address.

GLUTTONY - an excessive and ongoing eating of food or drink (or in this case, when shuri works so hard she forgets to eat)

it wasn’t unusual for shuri to miss a meal every now and then because of her duties. she was the head of the design group, queen, and black panther. it was perfectly understandable if she skipped lunch or fell asleep before having dinner, because when you’re the world’s smartest woman, ruler of the most powerful nation on the surface, who wouldn’t?

though, that didn’t mean you would simply let her.

like tonight, when shuri had refused to leave the lab, which she’d been in for over fourteen hours, until she finished her newest contraption. she was gone when you woke up and still missing when you were ready to sleep, so you hauled down to her lab at nearly midnight to persuade her to take a much needed break.

“shuri?” you called, looking around the empty room. “baby, you in here?”

the sound of mechanical wiring answered your question, leading you to look over to a large machine which hid your girlfriend.

“you need to eat.” you called, raising your voice over the noise.

her response was low and vague. “i’m busy.”

“i made your favorite,” you say, attempting to get her out of her lab and food into her stomach.

she peaks her head up from behind the large machine. “fufu?” she asks quietly.

“mmhm,” you hum.

“with nkatenkwen?” she says, the top of her face still being the only visible part of her.

“yep.”

“and your homemade peach drink?”

“all waiting for you upstairs, my love,” you say, walking up to the machine. you go around to the back, tugging her hands so her focus would be on you. “your work will always be here when you’re done, shuri, but you won’t if you don’t eat. let me take care of you. can you let me do that, sana (baby)?”

SLOTH - excessive laziness or failure to act & utilize one’s talents

hardly anything, or anyone, for that matter, could pull shuri away from her lab. that was until she met you. now, you had to practically pry her off of you in order to attend to her duties.

you groaned quietly as you glanced at the clock in your nightstand. “shuri, you must get ready for work. you are supposed to be at the lab in less than twenty minutes.”

to which she’d hush you while pulling you closer to her frame. “shh, intombi entle (pretty girl), just a few more minutes,” she mutters, pushing her chin further into the soft skin of your neck.

“you said that yesterday. we never left the bed.”

“and i heard not one complaint!”

though your back was to her front, she could feel you playfully rolling your eyes, prompting her to whisper against your lips, “who’s queen?”

“you are, my love,” you’d say into a soft kiss.

WRATH - a strong anger or hate towards another person

hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, or in this case, a woman whose girlfriend had been. when it was announced shuri would be courting you, people were ecstatic that the lone udaku had found someone she was going to spend the rest of her life with. though, there were unpleasant whispers about a non-wakandan sitting on the throne.

one afternoon, the two of you were making rounds to all the tribes to formerly make acquaintance of their soon queen, when a member of the border tribe had a few words to say about the matter.

“an american ruling over us? wakandans?” he smacked his teeth. “i’d rather turn my blade onto myself than serve under someone who comes from such barbaric land.” he chuckles as two men beside him laugh shortly.

you overhear the conversation, frowning a little, but determined to not let them get to you. you look over to shuri, whose eyes are cutting daggers into the three men a few feet over.

before she could do anything, you stop her. “my love, it’s okay. i promise. it takes more than a few assholes mouthing off to get to me, okay?” you assure her. she looks down at you, momentarily glancing back over to the men before nodding. though as you walk with the Doras and make your way to the exit, shuri slips from your eyeline and in the faces of the three mouthy men.

“utter another word about my fiancé, who is soon to be your queen, might i remind you, and you will find yourself wishing that you had turned your blade onto yourself once i am done with you. kuqondwa (understood)?”

ENVY - the intense desire to have an item someone else possesses

before you two got together, you were in a relationship…with a man, and that bothered shuri to no end. you would talk about how he would flake on dates and forgot special occasions like your birthday and anniversary, and she couldn’t stand it. she could treat you so much better.

“you don’t deserve that, uthando (love). you should be with someone who cherishes you, appreciates you, worships you endlessly.” she’d say, rubbing the back of your hands which where held by hers.

you’d sigh, warmed by her words but conflicted between your head and your heart. the lines between platonic and romantic often blurred with you two, and the feelings you had for shuri overpowered the mere comfort of familiarity that kept you in your relationship. your head was tilted down, mostly so you didn’t have to meet her eyes. “i don’t know. he’s a good guy-”

“and you need a great woman,” she interrupted, “i can be that for you.”

your heart rate picks up as she hooks a finger under your chin.“let me show you how you deserve to be treated, hm?”

PRIDE - an excessive view of one’s self without regard for others (or in this case, how shuri cannot go a day without the admiration she has for you spilling from her lips)

the warm feeling in her chest whenever she was with you, the burn in her cheeks that came from smiling so hard, and the tranquility that overtook her only when you were by her side. to everyone else, the two of you were almost an annoyingly adorable couple. whenever in your presence, shuri could not draw herself away from you. her eyes followed you wherever you went in the room, and if you were within arms reach, hers were wrapped around you. and when shuri was away from you, there’d be rarely a day she went without mentioning her to wife to be.

“ngangamsha (your majesty), what is this…music?” okoye asks hesitantly, face lingering with slight distaste for the current song choice in the training room.

“she calls herself megan thee stallion with two ‘e’s,” shuri responds, effectively blocking okoye’s spear with her forearm.

“her lyrics seem a little provocative, no?”

“yes, but, the beat is nice, eh?”

shuri relaxes her defensive stance to dance to the lyrics of ‘cash shit’ for all of three seconds before okoye sweeps her leg, hitting shuri’s ankle and bringing her back to the mat.

“unfair! i was showing you the dougie!”

“since when do you listen to american rap?”

“y/n plays it while she gets ready.” shuri says simply, rising from the ground.

okoye shakes her head, “whipped.”

✧

#naomis-daydreams #shuri x y/n #shuri x fem!reader #letitia wright shuri #shuri x reader #shuri udaku x reader #shuri x you #queen shuri #shuri black panther #shuri udaku #shuri fanfiction #princess shuri #shuri #shuri fic #shuri smut #shuri angst #mcu shuri #shuri x black!reader #shuri x black!fem reader

[luvxiem]

can i request mysta with 9 'i couldn't find a costume, so i just decided to go as your [partner/gf/bf]' and 13 'you're being so lame right now'? fluff please! ^^

last minute

[ INFO ]

✧ word count: ~650

✧ pairing: mysta rias x gn!reader

✧ genre: fluff, little humor

✧ summary: your boyfriend refused to tell you what he was wearing to your best friend's costume party leaving you curious and pouting, but little did you know that he was just deflecting because he hadn't found one yet.

"what are you wearing?"

mysta looks over at you from where he stood in the hallway of your shared apartment, his hand still raised near his head where he was fixing his hair.

"what do you mean?" he asks. "isn't it obvious?"

"well clearly i wouldn't be asking if it was."

"i couldn't find a costume, so i just decided to go as your boyfriend!" said boyfriend of yours is wearing a beige sweater that you tend to steal pretty often and a pair of lightwash jeans, as well as the little magnetic charm bracelet that you bought the two of you on a whim after seeing it on an instagram ad (even you are not safe from big data knowing what you like, and bracelets with magnetic half-hearts that form a full heart when together is exactly the type of thing that you would buy).

"babe, you're being so lame right now. also, couldn't you have done like, y'know, a catboy or something? all you have to do is draw whiskers on your face with eyeliner, it's not that hard."

"i dunno—i just thought it'd be cute if we matched."

"eww, do you have a crush on me? that's cringe," you joke, scrunching your nose in mock disgust. you're unable to hide your smile as mysta's eyebrows raise in confusion. his arms cross over his chest as he leans against the wall with a rather cute pout.

"what are you talking about, we're literally dating," he deadpans.

"says who? do you have proof?"

"the fuck you mean proof—of course there's proof we've been-"

"is the proof in the room with us?" you ask, making a show of looking around the room. mysta groans loudly as his head falls back and that's what breaks you, your laughter loudly ringing in the air while your boyfriend rolls his eyes.

"you are so fucking annoying, you know that?" pushing himself off the wall, mysta walks over to where you're seated on the sofa.

"you love me," you grin, pulling him by the arm down onto the couch beside you. grabbing his chin, you angle his face toward you so that you could leave a sweet kiss on his lips. his face is dusted with a healthy flush when you pull away, and his eyes dart from your own, down to your lips and back to your eyes again. and so, unable to deny your lover of his needs, you peck him again. and again. and again. until he finally has enough of your increasingly aggressive kisses and pushes your face away with a laugh.

"stop it, you kiss like a woodpecker," he whines, the corners of his lips quirking up at the sound of your giggle.

"i can't help it, i just love you sooo much," you say, wrapping your arms around his neck and drawing out the 'o' for as long as you could before mysta rolls his eyes at you again.

"you're lucky you're cute,"

"mmhm. y'know what else is cute?"

"what? if you say 'your mom' i'm gonna punt you across the room."

"hey, your mom is very cute! but no, what i was gonna say was your quote unquote boyfriend outfit. since when did you steal this sweater from me?" mysta levels you with an unimpressed stare.

"you mean my sweater? i had to dig it out of your side of the closet, you gremlin."

you tug at the fabric and hum.

"okay, well, it doesn't smell like you anymore so honestly i don't even want it. even if it is super soft."

mysta removes your hand from his sweater and intertwines your fingers instead, rubbing the back of your palm with his thumb.

"i knew it, you only want me for my cologne, don't you?"

"hey! i like your ass, too."

"why am i even dating you."

[ WRITTEN 230722 ]

500 follower event prompt list

#this is me being silly teehee #luvxiem.writing #luvxiem.500 #mysta rias fluff #mysta rias x reader #luxiem fluff #luxiem x reader #nijisanji en x reader #nijisanji en fluff #mysta.txt #SORRY FOR NOT WRITING IN AGES :') #please take this short silly req as an offering... #i think dating mysta would just have a lot of silly banter back and forth

[wildlife4life]

foaming at the mouth over the nfl au ❤️

I am honestly gobsmacked at how popular NFL Buck is considering American Football isn't the most popular around these parts. So I will never deny sharing a snippet of a much beloved fic. Here is a bit from the Ocean's 911 arc.

Eddie tries his damndest not to squirm under Hen and Chimney's annoyed glares. He shouldn't have said a word. He should have lied and said something along the lines of 'Yea my house was searched too. Was up all night cleaning.' But nope. He was honest to a fault and possibly now considered a traitor. "Why pray tell were you excluded from the search warrant?" Hen asks with a slight scowl. He clears his throat and looks anywhere but towards his fellow firefighters, "I have a good lawyer." Correction, Buck has a good lawyer and the moment he heard about the police wanting to question Eddie, Kameron's car was booked. "Uh huh. The blonde in the Armani pants suit and killer stilettos?" Hen questioned. "Mmhm. Her names Kameron Kane. Do you um, want her card? She could probably help the rest ya'll out." That earned another scowl from Hen and a snort of discontent from Chimney, "Pretty sure we can't afford the same lawyer that represents several professional athletes and other millionaires." Chim remarks. Eddie winces and grips his coffee cup tighter. Kameron was well known now a days, but when Eddie first met her, she had literally barged her way into Buck's room, drunk and bawling her eyes out about Connor, Buck's roommate at the time. She was only a first year law student and didn't even blink at seeing the future NFL star naked in bed with another man. Just stuck her clammy hand out, when she did notice Eddie and said, "I'm Kameron, Connor's-whatever. How the hell did Buck score you?" And became one of their closets friends. Evan hired Kameron the moment she passed the bar and immediately fired the lawyer on Maddie's self-defense case, replacing his misogynistic ass with Kameron. She won, made Maddie a national icon, and insured every dollar of Doug's estate went to the brave woman. Kameron's been building her empire ever since and she was a glaring link between him and Evan Buckley. So he really hoped his co-workers don't follow it to back to the quarterback. "Sorry. Honestly she told them that I really don't have much of a motive." Translation: The detectives found out during their investigation that Eddie was Evan Buckley's partner and robbing a bank for the amount of money that was missing was barely a drop compared to Buck's income. As for the diamonds, more than affordable for the millionaire quarterback (just look at Maddie's jewelry collection). The detectives probably also kept their search warrants away from Eddie after Kameron threatened to sue the entire department if even minute whisper about Evan's private relationship got out. Police showing up to the quarterback's home to search it would have been much louder.

WIP Tag Game

#ashley answers #wip tag game #my wip #buddie #buddie fic #evan buckley #eddie diaz #hen wilson #chimney han #ocean's 911 au #nfl #quarterback buck #firefighter eddie #secret relationship #rich buck #kameron

[cosmicdumpling]

if only » jeong yunho

SYNOPSIS: Jeong Yunho is somebody you've spent almost the entirety of your life with, coming up against almost everything together— troubles, trials, laughter, love. But perhaps it's because you loved each other too much and too soon... that everything has become a little too late.

PAIRING: yunho x gn!reader

GENRE: romance, angst

THEME/S: "the one that got away", best friend!yunho

⚠️  WARNINGS: none i think (lmk if there are!)

WORD COUNT: 1.7k

➺ MAIN MASTERLIST

Jealousy has never been really a frequent undertaker of problems in yours and Yunho’s friendship, but that’s also because neither of you are really entitled to feel the emotion. 

To what extent can a friend be allowed to feel and contain an insurmountable amount of jealousy, for not belonging to the other’s arms? It stems from being just a mere little ignition; faint, unnoticed— until it sparks into bigger flames and burns a large chunk of your chest. 

And god, do you keep telling yourself, if only I could say it out loud. 

Then you’d ask yourself again, what’s stopping you from doing so? But like every other time, you couldn’t find a good answer.

Yunho’s laughter rings into a blur as you trail off in a haze, a daydream; captivating your very being and making it seem like there’s nobody else in the room but him. You take good notice of the crescents of his eyes, how there’s a faint glimmer radiating from his orbs; the crinkles of his nose, and the full, vibrant, smile on his lips.

And then you see it. You finally get it. 

This is what’s stopping you from saying it out loud.

You don’t want Yunho to stop being happy. You don’t want to see him sad, awkward, or disappointed. You always want to see his light bursting brightly wherever he goes; you always want to see him as blissed out as he could be because the best is just what he is, and what he truly deserves.

He stands in the center of the room, looking even more dashing in a suit, entertaining the people in the room with his funny little speech. His dad jokes still bring a grin to your face, and you put your hands together and clap as he finishes. Classical music replaces the sound of his voice, and you look back down onto your hands against the cream-colored table.

“You tired?” His voice rings next to your ear, making you jolt in your seat with the sudden feel of his breath on your skin. Wasn’t he just in the center of the grand ballroom, or were you staring into blank space for longer than you thought?

None of your thoughts seem to matter any longer, however, when Yunho slips into the seat beside you— placing his hand above yours before rubbing small circles against the back of your palm. 

You give him a lazy smile. “Mmhm. A bit.”

“Just a little bit more and you’ll get to rest, I promise,” He says, and you trust him. 

You trust that this will be over soon and you’ll get to plop yourself back onto your sheets and sleep this all away.

It’s quiet for a bit, though it’s everything but awkward. This is probably one of the things you love when spending time with Yunho. As much as he’s bubbly, happy, and a little bit crazy, the silence that you share on calmer times is as equally comfortable as when you’re both feeling rowdy. Though, Yunho’s fidgeting isn’t as quiet at the moment, and you take notice of the way his leg is bouncing quickly, and how he’s probably itching to tell you something.

“Do you still hate me?” 

So he speaks.

“For what?”

“For leaving.”

A snort escapes your lips, and you try to appear collected. Though, Yunho is making it very hard to pretend to be when he’s looking at you with his big, genuine, seriously curious eyes— and he’s not waiting around for nothing.

He really wants a solid answer.

“You’re here now, should I have any reason to hate you?”

“Well, I was a jerk,” He chuckles, one hand reaching up to scratch the back of his neck. “Do you, um, still wanna know what I originally wanted to say that day, though?”

You turn in your seat to face him and cock your head to the side with a chuckle, your gown scratching against the white seat. “Oh, we’re getting there, aren’t we now?” 

“I was going to ask you to be mine.”

He interrupts, in a rush to get the words out of his mouth.

“You know… stop all the best friend bullshit,” He sighs, eyes moving around though he’s in a daze, as if trying to vividly remember what had happened several years prior. “Because… had you said yes then, I wouldn’t have left. I would’ve pursued education with you in our Dream Uni.” 

Yunho chuckes, shaking his head, before speaking in a softer voice, “But I let my emotions take the best of my control, and now I feel like a complete fucking idiot.”

“Well, I wasn’t entirely smart either,” You ruffle his hair, and he leans closer into the familiar warmth of your touch. “If only I knew that day was the last time I’d get to see you, to hear your voice, to touch you…”

You trail off, eyes taking in every inch of his face, the glow of his supple skin…

“What would you do?” Yunho asks, orbs glimmering with curiosity below the glow of the amber lights. “What would you have done?”

He notices the way your downcast lashes flutter against the skin of your cheek as you look down, taking a moment to compose yourself before looking back up at him with a smile. 

He refuses to search the depths of your eyes.

“I would’ve held you so tight so that you wouldn’t have to leave me ever,” You whisper, the underlying quiver on your voice barely hidden by the softness of it. “Because that was really all I ever wanted.”

It’s silent again, and while it’s not uncomfortable, there is a certain tension that doesn’t allow you to speak up as quickly as you wanted to. So, with your voice failing you, you force a giggle and wave a dismissive hand in the air.

“Now that we’re talking about it, I feel all the more stupid. That was very… silly of us,” Yunho chuckles, and he pats the top of your head twice. “But seeing as though we’re here together again today… that wasn’t really the last time we saw each other, yeah?”

You stare into his hopeful orbs, nodding with a tight-lipped smile. “Yeah.”

Silence, again, for a few more seconds, before his lips visibly tug into a slow, growing smile.

“Can I still get my long overdue hug, though?” He asks, making you burst into a fit of giggles, shaking your head at him before murmuring a faint, “C’mere.”

Instantly, he’s leaning in, large hands gentle against your back as he tugs you closer to his body. You inhale his familiar, homey, scent; and you feel the urge to curl your fingers against his soft locks from behind his neck up.

The memories of what once was the past come flooding back to you as if they were only yesterday, the warmth of being in Yunho’s arms bringing a sense of comfortable nostalgia to creep into every crevice of your body. 

You remember how it used to feel when you’d sit on his lap with your arm around his shoulders, nuzzling your cheek against his before playfully biting his skin, until he’d crack a smile and his eyes would turn into little half-moons.

You remember how it used to feel when you’d fight and he’d pull you in, whispering sweet little nothings into your ear until you’re both calm and sorry, and leaning against each other in complete comfortable silence.

You remember how, that one rainy day when you walked together with hearts beating at the same pace for the last time, your hands refused to hold each other despite needing comfort beneath the cold.

—How, during that one moment, you could’ve made him stay and not go through several years of winter without his warming presence; how you could’ve held his hand instead of hopelessly brushing your fingertips against the cold train glass just to reach for the hands you never got to hold close to you, but want to.

As he pulls away from the hug, you feel it again; the cold, the frosty breeze, the long winter days; and when he locks eyes with you, you wish you could pull him in again.

But you don’t, just like you did seven years ago, letting him slip away from you until you couldn’t feel him any longer.

The fond look in his eyes feels like a kick to the stomach.

“Thanks,” He says softly, giving you a lop-sided grin as he stands from his seat, the legs of his chair screeching softly against the tiles.

You give him a soft pat on the arm, “Best wishes, Yun.” 

Jeong Yunho is someone who, in hindsight, you have spent almost the entirety of your life with. You’ve been friends since the moment you were pushed out of your mothers’ stomachs, growing together and going through the ups and downs of life together from toddlership to the present when you’ve already gotten degrees and had become corporate slaves, and that should be enough.

But as you watch his figure retreating back to the center of the room to sit with his very own bride— the woman who will get to hold him for the rest of her life, you finally realize that it isn’t.

He wasn’t just your best friend. He wasn’t just somebody you wanted to get to know better.

Jeong Yunho is the one you want to spend the rest of your life with. 

You want to continue discovering more of the world with him. You want to hold him on his worst days, yell with him on his best ones; you want to watch cheesy romantic movies with him, you want to do skincare with him, travel with him, grow with him until you’re gray and old and could barely move a single muscle without breaking a bone.

You want it all with him— your firsts and your lasts.

But you couldn’t.

Not any longer.

You loathe all the words that were choked high up your throat but never got to find their way out. You loathe all of the moments that you took for granted just because you’d expected him to choose you until the end. 

You loathe the thought of the love that could’ve happened, but never will.

You loathe all of them, but not Yunho.

Never Jeong Yunho.

If only you could.

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