#giggling while making this on slides only to decide it's not that funny right before posting

[bull-shit-suji]

[cinnasite]

SOS #needthatstrap

꩜ pairing: modern!au abby anderson x female reader

꩜ warnings: explicit content (mean dom abby yum), language

꩜ word count: 1.4k

꩜ synopsis: you sent the photo on impulse—aching and desperate for your girlfriend. but hours pass with no reply. when abby finally comes home, you learn the hard way that silence doesn’t mean she’s ignoring you. it means she’s about to make you regret everything.

You know Abby’s busy.

She’d warned you in the morning—it was the last day of her internship, packed with back-to-back presentations, and there would be a routine debrief with her supervisor before she’s finally free—with a raised brow, clearly apprehensive of you pulling something like this.

You’d wished her good luck. Specially woken up early to prepare her favourite lunch.

But by three in the afternoon, your hands are down your panties, lip caught between your teeth, and you're taking the most risque selfies on the bed you both share. The sheer lace bralette does absolutely nothing to hide your perky nipples, your thighs spread just wide enough to show how needy you are.

You’ve been behaving so well for Abby, happily sending her off to work for almost a month as if you weren’t thinking of convincing her to stay home every day just so you could eat her out to your heart’s content. Simply put, you were extremely pent-up. Could anyone honestly blame you?

Snapping yourself out of your distracting thoughts and bringing your attention back to your phone, you decide to send the photo you deem best with a satisfied chuckle. 

You: [one attachment] You: wish you were here abs  You: she misses you sm she’s dripping all over :(

You toss the device aside and giggle in glee. Anticipating your girlfriend’s equally naughty reciprocation lights an incessant fire beneath your skin and you shiver as your imagination overwhelms you. However, you’re stunned to find that it’s been more than two hours without so much as a reply. Not even a “read”. No form of acknowledgement whatsoever. 

You huff. Pace the apartment, beyond frustrated. Bury your face in her hoodie and get needier, if possible. You end up back in bed, still wet, still wound tight—and that’s exactly how Abby discovers you when she unlocks the door just past eight.

God, she looks delicious. She always does. Her hair is tied back, button-down sleeves rolled up the way you like it. Her chest heaves a little like she sprinted to get to you as quickly as she could. The thought, frankly, makes you burn.

Her furious eyes land on you in a second: sprawled on the mattress, nothing but that same torturous lace on, the vibrator on the sheets beside you, and a hint of slick glistening between your legs. You notice how her jaw clenches momentarily and your pulse quickens.

She doesn’t speak at first, only stalks to the bed like she’s been aching all day to wreck you. “You think that was funny, sweetheart?” she mutters as she shrugs her bag off and kicks her shoes away. “Sending... that while I was in a room full of people?”

Your mouth parts to answer but she’s already got your thighs in her hands, dragging you to the edge of the bed. Her sudden actions make you squeak in surprise.

“I hope you’re proud of yourself. I couldn’t concentrate. Couldn’t speak. Had to excuse myself just to sit in a bathroom stall and remember how to fucking breathe.”

Her mouth crashes into yours without warning—hot, rough, claiming—and she wastes no time. Fingers slide down your clothed slit, already drenched, and you feel her smirk against your lips.

“This for me, huh? Just from clicking some nudes?”

"Abby, I—"

You don’t get to finish your sentence.

Because two fingers are already shoving your panties aside and sliding inside you, knuckle-deep, curling just right. You cry out and clutch her biceps, but Abby's relentless. She doesn’t spare you a chance to get used to the stretch. Only pushes your thighs open, plants one palm on your hip to hold you down, and fucks you on her fingers hard and fast.

“You wanted this,” she nearly growls, thumb brushing your clit with every thrust. “You wanted me so bad you couldn’t even wait. Look at you—already about to come. I haven’t even done anything yet, baby.”

You try to speak, eyes glassy, but your voice is utterly broken. You’re so, so close, it physically hurts.

“Say it,” she demands, breathing ragged. “Say whose pussy this is.”

"Y-Yours, Abby!"

And you shatter. She doesn’t let you shy away. Doesn’t let you hide your face or recover. Her teeth are on your throat, biting down, one hand dragging off her pants while the other pulls the harness from the drawer like it’s muscle memory.

“Up,” she orders, and you barely register your own self moving—lying back as she straps in, thick and mean-looking and sexy. You’re sure your legs are jelly at this point.

She smoothly slides back between them, guides the strap to your fluttering hole, and thrusts in hard.

You scream from the unexpectedness of it all. It might be hard to believe for most, but Abby was a sweet lover. She’d braid your hair whenever you asked, bring you whatever you were craving at four in the morning if you so wished and she always looked out for you constantly. That sincere care and consideration carried into the bedroom as well—touching you reverently, whispering praises into your skin and prioritising your pleasure and comfort.

Tonight, you realised with a shaky inhale, you had unleashed something primal within her.

She pounds you like she owns you, hips slapping against yours, her toned frame keeping you in place while she works your clit in harsh, tight circles. You’re already overstimulated, but Abby doesn’t give a shit.

“Should’ve been patient,” she pants right into your ear, sweat dripping from her temple. “Should’ve behaved like a good girl instead of teasing me like a fucking slut.”

You moan at her words, growing dizzy, grabbing at the sheets like they’ll anchor you through this. “Look at me,” she hisses through her teeth, and you do. What you see in her eyes ruins you even more: hunger, want, love, masked in heat and dominance.

Your orgasm hits you again, more intense, thighs clamping around her hips as she fucks you through it. Your mouth drops open in a silent scream and you’re absolutely spent.

But, apparently, Abby isn’t.

She pulls out with an embarrassingly loud squelch and grips your waist with bruising strength. In spite of her actions, she presses an affectionate peck to your nose, wordlessly communicating that she’d never hurt you.

“Your turn, baby.”

You barely make sense of her statement, but your body automatically reacts. It always does.

She lies back, muscles taut, and you can’t resist dragging your tongue along the vast expanse of her torso. She lets out a pleasant “oh”, gently fisting your hair before pulling you to sit where she wants you. You climb onto her lap, legs already shaking from the strain.

“You wanted it so bad, right?” she tilts her head mockingly, one hand trailing up your spine. “Then fucking ride me.”

You pout, shimmering tears threatening to spill over, “Abs, I’m sorry. I-I can’t—It’s too much—”

“You can and you will. Now, shut that pretty mouth up and get to it.”

You lower yourself down with a sniffle, inch by inch, and the sensation turns your brain into mush—too thick, too good—but you do it anyway. Because you need her. Because you want her like you’ve never wanted anything else.

Abby watches you with feral eyes, fingers inching slowly to wrap around your throat as you start to move. The grind of it has you screaming, overstimulation crackling through every nerve.

“God, fuck,” she groans, hips lifting just enough to meet yours. “You feel that, sweetheart? That’s what you get for acting like a whore.”

You’re gasping, grinding harder just to hear the sounds she makes. You feel her touch roam your body, cupping your breast, slapping your ass a few times before fondling it languidly.

“Don’t stop till you come again,” she snarls, lips at your ear. “Don’t you fucking dare.”

And you don’t.

You jump up and down until your body gives out completely—until you’re collapsing forward in her arms, sobbing her name, a third climax crashing over you like a tsunami.

She holds you tight and kisses your temple. Rubs your back through the aftershocks. You wait for her to carry you to the bathroom and clean you up like she always does. But all that fills your vision is her predatory grin, low and wicked.

“Oh, no, baby,” she murmurs, leaning down to tangle her tongue with your own, biting your bottom lip between her words. “You didn’t think we were done, did you? You’re not getting away till you’ve ruined the sheets and can’t say anything but my fucking name.”

That’s exactly what she does. Fucks you until you’re babbling incoherently and can’t move by the end of it, too ruined to make sense of your surroundings.

All because of one photo. 

Maybe… you’ll send ten more tomorrow.

[gyeomsweetgyeom]

[4:22 pm]

(cw: f!reader, unwanted advances, threats of beating someone up, profanity)

Fratboy!Jaehyun wasn't even sure what the fuck he was doing in the library! He started at his laptop in pure annoyance. Like, what did the words on the screen even mean? What did his professor even want him to do by reading 10 pages? Who the fuck even came to the library?

Well.. his eyes darted to the next table over, you were here. Here working on an assignment and Jaehyun was just too proud to admit that he was in the stages of being clingy. He couldn't get enough of being around you, he wanted to spend every single minute with you, and didn't like even thinking about you not being near him. So here he was, "studying" a table away with a pout on his face since you told him to give you space.

Actually, not just you, you and your partner. Ugh, Jaehyun hated this guy. Jack. Stupid Jack. Stupid Jack who had very clearly been flirting with you despite the fact that your almost boyfriend was just a few feet away.

Jaehyun tore his eyes away from the screen once again, focusing on you and Jack giggling over your shared laptop. Whatever, any word coming out of stupid Jack's mouth couldn't have been that funny. Or maybe it was funny and Jaehyun would just never understand because he wasn't in the same major as you and Jack.

That was also another reason Jaehyun was here in the libabry. A reason he'd never tell anyone. So maybe Jaehyun was a little insecure with the fact that he wasn't smart enough for you. You were smart, so smart. Before you, the only times he'd actually studied was when Taeyong forced him to go to the library. So what if he wanted to be better for you? It wasn't like getting smart and trying in school was a bad habit. It was a great habit, even if it was a major pain in his ass.

"Bro, you've been staring at Sweets for like 5 minutes now," Jaehyun heard from his left side. Right, dumb and dumbest, aka Mark and Haechan had found him here in the library and crashed his spying.

"I'm not staring!" Jaehyun whispers.

"I would," Haechan adds, "Jack has totally been flirting with her. It's fine, she knows where home is."

Jaehyun rolls his eyes, he's so pissed off with Jack that Haechan's comment isn't even a cause for concern. Yet, as he looks at you and Jack, he sees Jack leaning in to whisper something in your ear, sees you laugh softly, and sees Jack's eyes dart down to you lips. Then, as if in slow motion, Jaehyun sees this asshole begin to lean in!

He stands and takes the few steps over to you just as you pull back with your eyes wide in complete distress.

Jaehyun grabs your chair and slides it back before Jack can get any closer, "bro, what the hell do you think you're doing?"

Jack chuckles, "hey man, she was digging my vibe, so I decided to make my move."

"Digging your vibe?" You parrot, "no, I wasn't. What made you think that?"

"I've been flirting with you since you gave me you number for this assignment and you never shut me down," Jack states as if it's the most obvious thing ever.

Jaehyun turns to you, brows furrowed with confusion just to catch your brows furrowed with confusion. It's cute, Jaehyun thinks, it's really cute. "But I thought you were just being nice and thought you were a little funny," you reply softly.

Jack rolls his eyes and grabs his things while Jaehyun helps you gather your own things. What Jaehyun really wants to be doing is beating the shit out of Jack for flirting with you and making you feel stupid, but he doesn't. Beating Jack up wouldn't make this situation better or help you feel better.

So later, while the two of you walk back to the frat house hand in hand, Jaehyun listens to you explain how you never assumed Jack was into you. "No guys have ever really been into me. He was never overtly friendly or made any directly flirty comments... how did I miss it?" You pout.

Jaehyun pulls you in close and wraps an arm around your shoulders, "lots of guys are into you sweets, they just know better than to hit on my girl. And Jack, well he's just an asshole who either didn't know or didn't want to take any hints."

“Lots of guys are into me?” You repeat with a pout and your brows pinched in confusion.

“We’re not focusing on that right now,” Jaehyun deadpans, “I’m yours and you’re mine. I think… maybe you just missed the signs. I mean you missed my signs.”

“That’s true,” you nod.

Jaehyun laughs softly, pressing a kiss to the side of your head while you both climb the steps of the porch, “it’s done now. You don’t have to worry about him anymore. Plus, if doesn’t get the hint after all this, you let me know and I’ll be happy to sucker punch him right in his ugly face.”

“Me too!” Haechan exclaims as he tosses his backpack aside, “actually just let me know if he even looks at you. I’ll fight him for that, and I bite!”

[roanniom]

First Date

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ ONLY, heavy petting, groping, slight hand job, dry humping

You both try to go slow, it's your first date after all. But it’s not as easy as it sounds when his hands are wandering and your lips are on his neck. Eddie has the top of your dress pulled down (he’d groaned dramatically when he realized you weren’t wearing a bra) and his body leans over yours, your thighs on either side of his hips and your back on the couch.

You knew you weren’t going all the way, but you’d told him he could take his jeans off. It was a selfish ask. It made it so that you could feel him better when you rubbed against him.

You suck lightly on his earlobe and Eddie gasps.

“Oh fuck.”

“Yeah?” you ask breathily, more tease than you would have guessed yourself capable of. He chuckles but it is half pant.

"Yeah."

You kiss his earlobe again, grazing your teeth lightly over the shell.

"I need to fuck you," he mutters, though he pulls back and away from your mouth. Eddie looks down at you with hazy. "But we're not fucking tonight, so I need a second to get my shit together."

While he takes a breath, he sits back on his heels, your legs still around his hips. He rests his hands heavy on your thighs and looks down at you in your amused, debauched state. It's absolutely not helping him calm down. Neither is the fact that he can't stop his hands from sliding up and squeezing over your exposed breasts.

"Fuck," Eddie mutters as he watches the supple flesh give and spill around his large fingers. His audible frustration makes you let out a giggle, and you notice that his cock twitches in his boxers at the sound. The sight has you ready to end this break, so you push him so that he's sitting against the back of the couch, clambering up to straddle him.

"You're hot," you mumble before kissing your way from his jaw to his lips. Your hand slides down his chest to rest on his abdomen. He cants his hips upward and the tip of his clothed cock taps your hand, obviously encouraging you to grasp it through the fabric. So of course you do.

"Shit, no you're hot."

You bite your lip to keep from arguing with him. He's calling you hot and if you're honest with yourself, you've never felt hotter than you do right now with his hands all over you, so you decide to go with it. Eddie hangs his head so he can watch you jerk him slowly through his boxers. It's hot and hard in your palm and you're sure to rub your thumb over the mushroom head, pleased to feel a little bit of sticky precum bleed through the cloth.

This is absolutely not what you'd assumed would happen when you agreed to spontaneously go on this first date earlier today. You'd guessed you would, at best, enjoy some good conversation and company. You hadn't anticipated agreeing to go back to his place after just a few drinks, but holy fuck are you glad that's the direction the night took.

It's not long before Eddie's hand drops over the back of yours, stopping your motion over his member.

"Baby...you're killing me. We might need to stop," he grunts. Contrary to his words, his hand continues to guide yours up and down his cock, making you laugh. Eddie's eyes flash up to yours in amusement.

"What's so funny?" he asks. You shake your head but keep laughing, so Eddie takes the opportunity to push you onto your back again. His hand cups between your legs, fingers pressing over where your clit should be. You lift your hips to seek out more friction, though you know it's a useless pursuit with how snug and thick your stockings are.

"Right there?" Eddie asks, pressing more pointedly. Your roll your hips, impatient.

"Yeah...under layers," you joke. His hand worms into the tight control panel waistband of your stockings so he can play with the top of your panties.

"You know," he says casually, as if his hand isn't between your legs making you melt. "I could go down on you."

You blink up at him.

"Huh?"

"I could go down on you," Eddie repeats, leaning down over you to kiss your neck. "If you want."

When you don't reply, Eddie pulls back to gauge your reaction. It spurs you to speak up.

"Nobody's ever done that before," you say quietly. Eddie continues to swirl his finger over the top of your panties, but the movement is gentle.

"Really?" he asks, voice colored with disbelief. You shrug and try not to show that you're embarrassed by the inexperience you're projecting. Eddie's having none of it. "I'd go down on you, baby."

You surge up then at his words and pull him into another deep kiss. It's all tongue and teeth with your hands in his hair, tugging hard. Eddie's hand pulls out of the waistband of your stockings so he can grip and grab at you wildly in response.

You do it so that it can distract him from the offer he was making. Because there's nothing you wanted more than to let him rip your stockings off your body and put that talented tongue to use at your apex. But you had promised yourself that - even if you were going to hook up pretty intensely - you weren't going to have sex on this first date.

Eddie finally pulls back to let you breathe, which you do with a gasp, and he rests his sweaty forehead to yours.

"Probably better not. If I go down on you...I'm pretty sure we'll end up fucking."

He says it with a smug grin on his face. Pure confidence that makes you laugh and want to contradict him, but you absolutely know the man is correct.

"Yeah, I guess that's right."

Eddie sits back up to give you room to do the same. You both sit facing the long dark television to catch your breath. Out of the corner of your eye you notice Eddie has his hand on his still hard dick, stroking softly. He catches you looking and shoots you a grin.

"Sorry, I'm so fucking tuned on." He's saying sorry but his thighs are manspread performatively and it's very clear he likes you watching him. Just as much as he likes watching your breasts bounce as you laugh and lean forward to kiss the tattoo on his pec. You rest your head against his shoulder so you can watch him touch himself for another few minutes before you sigh.

"I think I have to leave before I end up doing what I really want to do."

Eddie groans and stills his hand, moving it up instead to cradle your jaw, turning you towards him for one more lingering kiss.

"Let me call you a cab," he says against your lips and you nod.

While you run to the bathroom to adjust your dress and make sure it doesn't look like you'd just dry humped Eddie Munson for an hour, the man in question puts his jeans back on. You walk out to find him adjust his still hard cock in the confines of the garment, wincing.

"Alright there, champ?" you ask him with a grin. The cab honks its arrival out front.

"I will be jerking off the minute you leave, just know," he says matter-of-factly as he leads you out the door. "I don't know if girls need to do that, but I'm pretty much gonna die if I can't cum after all that."

He says it good-naturedly and for once in all of your dating life, you don't feel pressured or shamed. Just extremely flattered to have this kind of effect on him.

At the bottom of his front step you turn and place a hand on the side of his neck and pull him down closer to you.

"I don't need to make myself cum. But I'm definitely going to," you whisper into his ear before running off to the cab, sparing him one cheeky look over your shoulder so you can bask in his dumbfounded expression.

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[honeyscara]

❝ game over ❞ — Kenma kozume

-haikyuu

Synopsis: You decided to teasing your bf while he was gaming. What could go wrong?

Cw: timeskip! Kenma x fem reader, not smut but it is suggestive

~725 words

Kenma’s focus was razor-sharp, eyes locked onto the screen as his fingers moved with practiced precision over the controller. His mic was on, and you could hear Hinata’s voice chattering away in his ear. You, on the other hand, were feeling particularly mischievous.

Kenma had been sitting at his gaming setup for hours, dressed in a loose hoodie and sweatpants, hair slightly messy from constantly pushing it back. You had tried the usual methods of getting his attention—calling his name, brushing your fingers along his arm, even pouting dramatically in the reflection of his screen. Nothing worked.

So, you decided to change tactics.

Sliding onto his lap, you settled yourself over one of his thighs, draping your arms around his neck as if you were just cuddling. Kenma barely reacted, only shifting slightly to accommodate you.

"Mm, you’re warm," you murmured, nuzzling into his neck.

"Yeah," he said absentmindedly, fingers still flying over the buttons. His tone was neutral, but you could tell he was aware of your presence.

You smirked. Perfect.

Slowly, you adjusted your position, pressing down just enough to create friction. You felt his thigh tense slightly beneath you. His reaction was subtle—Kenma was always hard to read—but you didn’t miss the slight hitch in his breath.

Hinata’s voice crackled through the headset. "Kenma, you good? You’re moving kinda slow."

"Yeah," Kenma said, voice a little tight. "Just—" He cut himself off when you shifted again, rolling your hips ever so slightly.

His grip on the controller tightened. "Stop," he muttered under his breath, low enough that only you could hear.

You leaned in, lips grazing the shell of his ear. "Stop what?"

Kenma exhaled sharply through his nose, jaw tightening. His fingers twitched on the controller, but his movements were getting sloppier. You giggled when his character took a hit, and Hinata groaned.

"Kenma, what are you doing?"

"Nothing," Kenma said quickly, voice strained.

You had to bite your lip to keep from laughing. His free hand finally moved from the controller, gripping your thigh in a silent warning. You could feel the heat radiating off him now, his breathing slightly heavier than before.

"You're distracting me," he murmured, eyes flicking toward you for the first time.

You tilted your head innocently. "Am I?"

Kenma clicked his tongue, frustration clear—not at you, but at the fact that you were winning this little game. And then, with zero hesitation, he cut his mic.

"You're gonna regret that," he said, voice dropping an octave.

You barely had time to react as Kenma’s grip on your waist tightened, his fingers pressing into your skin just enough to make you squirm. The game was long forgotten now. Why? because the way Kenma was looking at you–

Your heart skipped a beat.

"You think you're funny?" he muttered, his voice lower, slower, dripping with quiet amusement.

You swallowed, your lips twitching into a smirk. "A little."

Kenma huffed, shaking his head as if he was exasperated with you, but the way his hands slid down to your thighs told a different story. He shifted beneath you, making you feel just how much you had affected him.

You bit your lip, anticipation curling in your stomach.

Without another word, Kenma’s arms wrapped around you, and in one swift motion, he stood up, effortlessly carrying you toward the bed. A small gasp escaped you, your hands instinctively gripping his hoodie.

"Kenma—"

He tossed you onto the mattress before you could finish, his golden eyes locked onto you with quiet intent. He wasn’t one for dramatics, but the way he loomed over you now, the way his fingers casually hooked into the waistband of your shorts? It sent a shiver down your spine.

"You wanted my attention, right?" he murmured, brushing his fingers along the fabric, teasing but not moving any further.

You nodded, suddenly shy under his gaze.

Kenma’s lips twitched. "Then don’t complain about what happens next."

His fingers dipped lower, and in that moment, you knew—you had started this game, but Kenma was about to finish it.

And you were definitely losing this round.

[delulu4anime]

Maniac

Ch 19 ➧Get Out

Pairings ➧ᴇɴᴇᴍʏ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀ!ꜱᴀᴛᴏʀᴜ ɢᴏᴊᴏ x ᴄʜᴜʙʙʏ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Summary ➧ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴇɴ ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴠᴏɪᴅ ʜɪᴍ ᴏɴᴇ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇꜱ ɪᴛ ᴜɴᴀᴠᴏɪᴅᴀʙʟᴇ. ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴀ ᴍᴀɴɪᴀᴄ ɪꜰ ʜᴇ ᴛʜɪɴᴋꜱ ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ꜰᴀʟʟ ꜰᴏʀ ʜɪᴍ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ.

Trigger Warnings ➧ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ ʜᴇʀᴇ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪꜰ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪꜱ ɴᴏ ꜱᴍᴜᴛ.

Word Count ➧2ᴋ+

Taglist ➧@lady-of-blossoms @dekusdante @fortunatelyfurrygiver @birbwithhat @whippedbyikemen @sleepykittyenergy @i-love-ateez @choppersworlds-blog @emochosoluvr @linaaeatsfamilies @sexys-archives @stxrlingpearl @swoozleee @lanii-i @ratedrrrr (ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴛᴀɢɢᴇᴅ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʟᴍᴋ❣︎)

Your phone screen was a shattered mess but you were still able to make calls if you were careful not to slide your fingers across the screen to harshly. You had called Emi the night before once you got home to scream out what stunt Satoru had pulled.

"I need to go out. I need to do something. I can't stay in this house overthinking." You say as you pace back and forth in your living room.

"You know I love you right?" Emi says which causes you to narrow your eyes at your front door as if she was standing in front of you.

"Yeah?" You answered cautiously.

"And you know I only want the best for you?"

"Emi please spit it out." You said as you you placed your fingertips against your temple.

"As much as you deserve to take your mind of things I think you should just give it a couple days. He's obviously too drunk to understand what he's done. I'm not making excuses for him but I just think you deserve answers. I don't want you going out tonight and doing something you regret just to show him up. Let him sober up and explain himself, then we can go do things we regret." She tried to tease but you could tell she was hesitant to tell you this.

The best way to describe Emi would be she's a spitfire. She could have a temper on her when she wanted and it was something you had always admired. She would be the first person to hype you up to do anything especially if it involved doing something you would regret the next day that later on would be a funny story. However, on the rare occasion she did say to stop and breath you should listen. You tapped a finger against your phone and sat in silence for a moment.

"I'll wait then but you and Kento better be ready to go to The Black Out. This isn't going to go over well." You say and she laughs.

"Regardless of the outcome we are there!" Emi said which caused you to smile.

After you said your goodbyes you decided to wrap up the night with taking a nice long bath and turning into bed early. You hoped he'd call so you could blame your phone being destroyed on why you weren't responding to your text. You're pretty confident for someone who was told by the very person he's with right now that he'd go right back to her. What makes you think he'd go back to you after he was with her, from the looks of it he got bored of waiting and went running back. The voice nagged at you.

You went to bed with a frown on your face as you had nightmares of Hina's giggle replayed on a loop. The next morning you woke up to your doorbell ringing out through your apartment repeatedly. You tried to check the time and it looked like it was about nine-fifteen but you couldn't be sure since your screen was cracked. The door bell kept ringing and you groaned as you rolled out of bed; you dragged you feet wondering why you had one sock on while the other must have fallen off in the middle of the night.

"What do you want?" You grumpily said as you opened the door to see who was ringing your doorbell so early when you were off today. You rubbed your eyes as you waited for a response from this intruder of morning rest.

"Peach."

Hearing his voice caused your eyes to widen and you looked to see a beat up pair of white sneakers. Your gaze followed up his blue jeans with a chain that was hooked from one belt loop to another. Up his chest to see a grey ribbed shirt that fit his torso perfectly while constricting against his biceps perfectly. Finally your eyes land on his ocean blue eyes staring at you over his infamous round sunglasses that you had given back to him a few months ago; his hair was left down and looked damp so you knew he had taken a shower before he came over. He cleaned up so he wouldn't smell like her.

The voice nagged and you held back from rolling you eyes. You frown because even though you want to hate him damn him for looking this good after the stunt he pulled. You watch as his eyes follow what you had fallen asleep in as his eyebrow lifts. You fell asleep in a pastel pink tank top with no bra and just a pair of grey cheeky panties on; in your defense you weren't expecting to have company over this early. He clears his throat and shifts on his feet which makes you roll your eyes. You step to the side to let him in and he hums as he enters your home. You hold yourself back from sighing in content as his usual scent hits you and for a moment you almost miss him. You close the door behind you and cross your arms over your chest as you watch him sit down on the couch. He puts one arm on the back of the couch as he places the other against his thigh as he crosses his leg over the other. His sunglasses had slide down his nose so he could peer over his glasses at you easier.

You felt exposed the more you stood under his intense gaze; you hated the way that you seemed to forget how shitty he was when he looked at you with that expression.

"I'll be right back." You say with a shaky breath.

"It's okay peach. It's not like I haven't seen you like this before." He says with a chuckle and you roll your eyes and turn to walk to your bedroom. You stop in your tracks when Satoru calls out your name in a stern tone. You turn to see his expression turn dark. "Sit. Down."

You narrow your eyes as you walk over to the couch trying to remind yourself he was the one in trouble so you needed to get your shit together. You sit down as you keep your arms crossed over you chest as you look at one another. The silence fills the room and it was starting to drive you crazy; you start to tap your fingertips impatiently against your forearm which Satoru takes notice of.

"I know I always seem to be apologizing for my stupid behavior lately but you have to believe me when I tell you I am sorry for everything the past few weeks. I don't know what Hina was thinking when she talked to you as if I was still interested in her as soon as you and I got involved with each other. I've only gone back to her when I hit rock bottom and I didn't think things could get better." Satoru said as you nervously scratched at the nape of his neck.

"But you went back to her yesterday." You breath out as you replayed the way she laughed in your ear. He signed and hung his head in defeat.

"I wish I could tell you how I ended up with her but I don't even know myself. I just remember telling you I would be home in an hour but I was already home. I decided to get a cab over to The Black Out and just drink a few drink just to give me enough liquid courage to tell you how I really feel. One minute I was throwing back a shot, another minute I was looking through my photos of us and showing the person next to me how pretty you were. I can't remember anything after that."

"But you've never drank before." You say as you watch him shake his head.

"Like I said I thought needed to have something in my system to give me the confidence to confess that I want you to choose me. I want to be the first thing you see when you wake up and the last thing you see when you go to bed. All I can think about is much I need to hear you, to touch you, and taste you," He breathed and looked up at you with that look again which caused you to squirm. He stands up and walks over to you. He places his hands on either side of your head and leans down. "Choose me. Do you think Geto knows what you need peach. He doesn't...not like I do."

You narrow your eyes up at him and you sit up so you are just inches away from his face. You could feel the same rage you felt last night course through your body.

"At least Suguru wouldn't be going back to his ex-wife like an obedient puppy with his tail between his legs. You think you know what I need?" You spit out and you watch his domineering attitude falter with the way his eyes widen. "What I needed was for the person that was suppose to be my boyfriend to be at his apartment so that I could apologize for the way I've gone about things and tell you that I was choosing you. I always have." You watch as his eyes soften only to watch his face twist in confusion when he hears you laugh. "But instead of waiting for me you went out and got shit faced and went crawling back to the one fucking person that is the reason we're in this mess."

"Peach it was a mistake I-"

"Fuck. You." You breath out. "You apologize but you don't meant it. You were never going to stay with me. You are too fucking weak to stand up to Hina and for that you deserve to be unhappy."

He backs up from you and looks down at you with hurt written all over his face as if he hasn't already recognized that a time or two.

"What are you saying?" He softly said hoping this was all a bad dream.

"I'm saying this," You signal between you and him. "Is over. No more truce. We go back to how things were before. Before you made me feel these stupid feelings for you. Now get out. I have nothing else to say to you." You say as you avoid his eyes.

"Peach-"

"Get the fuck out now Gojo!" You yelled as you watch him jump at the sudden raise of you voice.

He paused for a moment as he looked at you hoping you would smile the way he loves and tell him this was all a bad joke. The tears that form in your waterline don't even ask for permission before rolling down your cheeks like a tsunami. He lets out a shaky breath before he quickly makes his way to your door and opens it. You refuse to look at him as you listen to the door slam behind him. You look over at the door once you knew he was gone for good and let the sobs fill your apartment.

You wrapped your arms around yourself and let all the emotions you had been holding on tightly to out. You had known him for a decade and you had cried over him once before. However, the Satoru you had spent these past seven months felt different. This Satoru seemed genuine so this hurt worse than it ever did before. The way he looked at you as if his world was coming to end.

The way he touched you with his words that caused you to squirm without actually touching you. The way he made you laugh at things only he would be stupid enough to do. The seeds of doubt started to plant themselves throughout your brain and you wondered for a moment if it was a mistake for letting him go. Maybe he was right when he said that no one could ever know what you truly need other than him. You felt a calmness wash over you as you sighed and looked towards your bedroom; you didn't want to think about anything else so you knew you had to make the call to Emi right away.

©ᴅᴇʟᴜʟᴜ4ᴀɴɪᴍᴇ 2025 ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛꜱ ʀᴇꜱᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ

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ʀᴇᴛᴜʀɴ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴜꜱʜʀᴏᴏᴍ ᴊᴇʟʟʏꜰɪꜱʜ ᴇxʜɪʙɪᴛ

[songbirdseung]

kisses / en- hyung line

warning; suggestive but no smut

Heeseung

Heeseung and Y/N were spending a lazy Sunday afternoon on the couch, nestled under a cozy blanket, engrossed in the movie playing on the TV. The soft glow of the screen illuminated their faces as they reclined comfortably.

Y/N shifted slightly, unintentionally inching closer to Heeseung. He couldn't help but steal a glance at them from the corner of his eye. Y/N's presence beside him was undeniably distracting. He noticed how their hair fell gently across their shoulder, and the way their lips curved into a subtle smile at a funny scene in the movie.

Heeseung's heart raced, and he turned to Y/N, their eyes meeting. Without thinking, he leaned in and planted a soft, lingering kiss on their lips. It was meant to be a brief distraction, just a way to express the affection he felt in that moment.

Y/N's eyes widened in surprise at first, but then they melted into the kiss, their lips molding perfectly against his. The taste of Y/N's lip balm was sweet and comforting. The movie's dialogue faded into the background as their kiss deepened.

Heeseung's hand instinctively found its way to Y/N's cheek, his thumb gently caressing their skin as they continued to kiss. Y/N's fingers lightly traced the contours of his jaw, pulling him closer. The world outside seemed to vanish, leaving only the two of them, lost in the warmth of the moment.

As the movie played on, their kisses became more passionate and urgent, a silent exchange of emotions that needed no words. Each kiss deepened their connection, strengthening the bond they shared. It was a lazy Sunday afternoon they would both remember, a day when a simple distraction turned into a beautiful and unexpected declaration of love.

Jay

Y/N was in the middle of preparing dinner, their hands deftly chopping vegetables on the cutting board. The sizzle of something on the stove filled the kitchen with a delicious aroma. Just as they were lost in their culinary concentration, Jay, feeling particularly mischievous, decided to surprise them.

Jay stealthily approached Y/N from behind, his footsteps silent on the tiled floor. With a grin on his face, he gently covered Y/N's eyes with his hands, blocking their view of the ingredients before him.

Y/N jumped slightly in surprise but immediately recognized the touch and scent of Jay. They giggled, playfully swatting at his hands while trying to stifle their laughter. "Jay, what are you up to now?" Y/N asked, their voice laced with amusement.

Jay leaned in closer, his lips dangerously close to Y/N's ear. "Just wanted to steal a kiss from my favorite chef," he whispered, his warm breath sending shivers down Y/N's spine.

Y/N couldn't help but blush at Jay's sweet words. They turned their head slightly, making contact with Jay's lips for a quick, affectionate kiss. "Well, you're in luck," Y/N replied with a teasing grin, "because dinner isn't the only thing that's heating up in this kitchen."

Jay chuckled, his mischievous mood infectious. "I can see that," he said, his hands sliding from Y/N's eyes down to their waist, pulling them closer. "Maybe I should stay right here and help with the cooking, or should I say, the 'kissing'?"

Y/N laughed, feeling their heart flutter at Jay's playful nature. "I think we can multitask," they said with a wink, returning to their cooking duties while occasionally stealing a kiss or two with Jay in between chopping and stirring. It was a deliciously playful evening in the kitchen, filled with love, laughter, and the promise of a delightful meal.

Jake

Late at night, the room was shrouded in darkness, save for the soft glow of the moonlight filtering through the curtains. Y/N and Jake lay side by side in bed, their breathing slow and rhythmic as they attempted to drift into slumber. However, something was clearly troubling Jake.

Unable to shake his restless thoughts, he turned to Y/N and gently whispered, "Y/N, are you awake?"

Y/N, their eyes still heavy with sleep, mumbled a drowsy response, "Yeah, Jake. What's keeping you up?"

Jake hesitated for a moment, the words hanging on the tip of his tongue. "I can't stop thinking about you," he finally confessed, his voice soft and vulnerable.

Y/N, now fully awake, turned to face him, their eyes meeting in the dimly lit room. There was a mixture of curiosity and affection in their gaze. "What do you mean?" they asked, their voice filled with tenderness.

Jake sighed, running a hand through his tousled hair. "I mean, even when I close my eyes, all I see is you. Your smile, your laugh, the way your eyes light up when you talk about things you're passionate about… It's like you've taken up residence in my mind, and I can't seem to shake it."

A soft smile tugged at the corners of Y/N's lips as they reached out to caress Jake's cheek. "Jake, you don't have to fight those thoughts. I'm right here with you."

The magnetic pull between them was undeniable. Jake couldn't resist any longer. He leaned in, his lips meeting Y/N's in a gentle, loving kiss. It was a kiss that conveyed all the emotions he couldn't put into words – the depth of his feelings, the longing in his heart, and the reassurance that he was exactly where he wanted to be, with the person who occupied his thoughts and dreams.

Their kiss deepened, a silent promise of the love that bound them together. In the stillness of the night, they found solace in each other's arms, knowing that their connection was unbreakable, even in the quietest of moments.

Sunghoon

Sunghoon and Y/N woke up together in the soft morning light, their faces mere inches apart. As they both stirred from their slumber, they exchanged warm, drowsy smiles. Sunghoon couldn't help but be captivated by the sight of Y/N's sleepy yet endearing expression.

With a tender affection in his voice, Sunghoon whispered, "Good morning, sleepyhead."

Y/N's eyes fluttered open, their gaze meeting Sunghoon's. "Morning," they replied, their voice laced with a hint of morning raspiness.

Sunghoon couldn't resist the magnetic pull between them any longer. He leaned in closer and placed a gentle kiss on Y/N's forehead, a sweet and lingering gesture of his adoration. Then, he lightly pressed his lips to Y/N's nose, eliciting a soft giggle from them.

Y/N's eyes sparkled with affection, their heart warming at Sunghoon's sweet morning kisses. "You're being extra sweet today," they remarked, their fingers tracing a lazy pattern on Sunghoon's chest.

Sunghoon grinned, his gaze still locked onto Y/N's lips. "Well, I can't resist when you're right here, looking so irresistibly cute."

Without another word, Sunghoon closed the remaining gap between them, capturing Y/N's lips in a soft, passionate kiss. It was a kiss that spoke of mornings filled with love, a beautiful way to start their day together. As their lips met, the world outside seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them, lost in the warmth of their affection.

[do-u-ever-just]

I work in a shoe store and like 60% of the product is for men. We're also a really old brand so we get a lot of older men. Totally fine, I've been working there a long time, most of them a polite at the least, downright happy to have a chat at the most.

And I will get the occasional man who always pulls the "gotta make sure the wife approves" jokes. Now whether they actually believe in their man baby hearts they have to get the approval of another adult to purchase something, or they're using it as an excuse not to hurt my feelings when they don't want to buy something is not my business.

But today this family walks in. A husband, a wife and who I can only assume are their 2 sons. I don't hear much of the first part of the conversation, but once I'm paying attention, I can see this same argument is happening. Albeit, with a little more humour at least, but nonetheless the husband is making a big drama that he wants to buy shoes and the wife won't let him. Maybe it's for financial reasons, or for any other reason, again it's not my business. But he turns to me and says, with what is meant to be a light hearted joke "This is what you've got to look forward to. The old ball and chain always telling you what to do."

I've heard these jokes before, and normally I just let them slide. But today I decided to meet his fun in my own way.

"How's that?" I reply. "I get to look forward to shopping with a partner who is invested in sharing a decision with me? How nice!"

He gets I'm ribbing him but he continues.

"Yeah, well, you have no idea what it's like!"

I reply again, "To go shopping with a partner who I'd consider a friend? That sounds like fun! I hope I get to experience that!"

And while he knows its all in good fun, it's very funny how quickly his tone begins to change.

"You know she lays my clothes out for me everyday? Picks out what I'm going to wear?!"

I'm not sure if he meant this as a good thing or a bad thing, but I just laugh and say, "What do you have to complain about then? She's doing all the hard work for you! You should thank her."

The wife is in on the joke, she's laughing along too.

And again, I think this man sees something he may have taken for granted.

"Oh, you're probably right. She does do a lot for me... She's lovely."

"She sounds it!"

The wife is still giggling, my co-worker behind me is trying not to piss himself he's laughing so hard, and the wife smiles at me before beckoning she's had her look and it's time to leave.

It was a very short interaction, and I don't think I changed lives or anything, but it was incredibly funny to see this man think I'd be in on the joke and fold immediately upon realising that actually, his wife sounds like she does a lot and maybe those jokes aren't as funny as he thinks.

[dearabby1990]

Chapter 19: The start of something new

A night filled of music giggles & cuddling turned into the both of you turning into a pile of limbs on your bed. You can’t even remember the last time you slept that solid let alone fell asleep as fast as you did last night. Turning on your side to find the most angelic face as wild & loud as Eddie could be he looked so peaceful so perfect. Freckles decorating his face like the worlds most beautiful constellation his long lashes kiss his cheeks like cherubs his kissable lips slightly parted as his chest rises & falls. You can’t remember when you’ve felt this content. Eddie starts to stir peeking one eye at you while slowly growing into the world’s biggest smile “mmm good mornin’ sweetheart” you slide in closer to rest your head on his chest “morning handsome” he chuckles running one hand up and down your arm and the other running through your hair. “So… two more days & I get to show my beautiful girl off I really can’t wait to see your dress” you smile still worried & the insecurities in the back of your mind stir but eddie makes you feel the safest you’ve ever felt in your life so you internally tell yourself to relax “I’m excited to see you all dapper you’re already so pretty eddie I can only imagine how beautiful you’d be all dressed up” you nuzzle into him taking in his scent of drug store cologne Newports & weed the smell that is Eddie like a drug you can’t get enough of. “Aw shucks princess I’m just happy to have you & to have you with me”. You both lay there for another hour before deciding to get up & take a shower your under the hot water relaxing eyes closed when you feel something touch you that makes you jolt and almost bust your ass when you open your eyes it’s Eddie stark naked chuckling “shit beautiful I didn’t mean to scare ya I just thought it’d save on water” he winks at you but your blushing like crazy & then it hits you that he sees all of you & you being to panic covering yourself bottom lip quivering Eddie cups your face “hey Heyy sweetheart don’t hide from me please you’re so beautiful look at me I don’t want you to feel like you have to shy away from me” he pulls you into his chest water running over the both of you Eddie begins kissing your neck & then your ear whispering “you’re so beautiful & sweet smart funny sexy & all mine I want you to do something for me ‘kay?” You nod “okay I want you to say you’re beautiful” you furrow your brows “come on princess we’re not leaving this bathroom until I hear you say it” you huff “I’m beautiful” you mumble “I’m sorry love didn’t quite hear you” Eddie dramatically motioning his hand near his ear “I’m beautiful” still to low for his liking he begins peppering you with kisses “come on out with it pretty girl” he tilts your chin up so he can see your face “I’M BEAUTIFUL!!!” Eddie jumps back clenching his chest laughing “there she is!” He pulls you in lips crashing together until the steam of the shower became too much for you both. Eddie took his time showering you with affection washing your hair and body while kissing your entire body praising you the whole time you washed him too letting him know how amazing & gorgeous he is & how you thank god for bringing him into your life. Once all clean you both get dressed you head to the kitchen to make breakfast in the middle of making your meal Eddie leans in the doorframe taking you in. Eddie never thought he’d be the kind of guy to want a domestic kind of life but he could see it with you watching you in the kitchen he’s flooded with thoughts of coming home from a long day at work & you barefoot pregnant waiting for him he knew right there he’d never let you go you’re it for him he knows he has to take his time with you but for you he’d wait a million years and move mountains. Coming up behind you wrapping his arms around your waist “smells Good princess I wanna set the table for you where’s everything so I can help” you smile “plates are in the cabinet above the microwave silverware is in the drawer next to the sink on the right and cups are right next to me in the glass cabinet”. To be continued…

[enbysiriusblack]

Hamilton for the ask game thing

alexander hamilton- i feel like lily. i'm not sure why but it's giving lily & like y'know her growing up poor & a nobody and becoming one of the most important/influential people i suppose

aaron burr, sir- i feel like it's emmeline talking to amelia bones like with the war & emmeline excited to join & amelia advising her about the dangers (then also like maybe the marauders in the next bit of the song)

my shot- not sure of a specific person but like. the marauders & co joining the order straight after finishing school FOR SURE

the story of tonight- ^ lowkey just the same thing as my shot

the schuyler sisters- its giving andromeda, narcissa, and bellatrix

farmer refuted- sirius & regulus arguing 😭😭

you'll be back- bella to andy FRRRR <333 ("i will kill your friends & family to remind you of my love")

right hand man- dumbledore to mcgonagall. i shall not explain myself.

helpless- marlene & dorcas. marlene is very helpless against her love for dorcas fr (also thinking about that hc i had a while back about lily crushing on dorcas too but squashing it down to help out marlene cause she knows marlene likes her too)

satisfied- ^ i suppose then this is lily

wait for it- this is sooo mary. literally her theme tune i suppose (and like referencing emmeline i suppose as her 'hamilton')

stay alive- i mean,, ig the first war?? right??

that would be enough- andy & ted fr

guns and ships- SIRIUS !!!!! literally literally i swear. sirius during the first war 🫶🫶

history has its eyes on you- dumbledore to the order

what comes next- walburga when sirius runs away (giggling at the "when your people say they hate you don't come crawling back to me" bit)

dear theodosia- frank & james when neville & harry are born

non stop- sirius & peter, like with peter as burr and hamilton as sirius (i think i'm funny with this.. and i am)

what'd i miss- hestia jones. this is like purely cause she was only in the second war & part of advance guard and just missed the first war for some reason (which i do hc being partly cause she decided to travel the world after she finished school)

cabinet battle #1- i'm not too sure. so imma just say severus & sirius arguing all the time during second war order

take a break- very much pandora, xenophilius, and luna fr <33 (xenophilius trying to make pandora take a break and spend time as a family 😭😭)

say no to this- i'm not really sure who's giving cheater vibes... [i consulted the discord server and narcissa cheating on lucius with mrs zabini]

the room where it happens- it's giving me peter vibes (like the end of the song), but ig before that maybe it's just like the closed door meeting peter's friends seem to keep getting invited to whilst he's not

cabinet battle #2- again, i'm still thinking just like sirius & severus in second war order meeting 😭😭

washington on your side- marauders discussing severus & sev having dumbledore seeming to protect him (like maybe specifically after the prank perhaps?) or just dumbledore like later protecting him from facing consequences for de involvement

one last time- i cannot think of anything other than slughorn retiring🧍🏻‍♂️

i know him- ^ i mean carrying on, ig severus' old peers finding out severus is the new potions teacher 😭😭 they'd be shocked fr like "really? that emo kid that literally hung out with death eaters???"

hurricane- i'm not too sure why but it's giving me remus lupin vibes

the reynolds pamphlet- i mean i suppose the only thing that sorta works would be remus at the end of poa? like his lycanthropy becoming public so like,, never gonna be dada professor now

burn- remus after halloween 1981

blow us all away- literally james when he first meets severus 😭😭 he does NOT let people insulting his parents slide

it's quiet uptown- andromeda 💔💔 like after second war

the election of 1800- uhhh. idfk for this man. hmm,, maybe just like peter betraying the order to back voldy?? idk

your obedient servant- def peter & sirius fs

the world was wide enough- emmeline & severus (again. i shall not explain)

who lives, who dies, who tells your story- i think the marauders in general but also perhaps mary specifically (like with still being alive and all)

[sanjisblackasswife]

When They Cum Too Fast…(NSFW)

Ft. Sanji, Ace, Shanks, Law

CW: Sex.

Black Fem Reader

Sanji

He actually can hold off from cuming better than the other guys listed .

He knows what to think about or what different moves to make to make sure you cum at least twice before he does

Except today he has been getting teased by you all day

You both went shopping and stopped by a clothing store and Sanji seen a beautiful two piece lingerie and he held it in awe imagining you in it.

He bought it for you with the last bit of money he had and haven’t stopped thinking about it since. He was mentally excited to see you put on the thin fabric just so he can fuck you in it

Well it was finally time and he was a bit too excited…

“Fuck!” He strained out a moan into your chest panting. He only did a couple thrust and you could already feel his warm seed pool inside you letting you break out a small moan yourself from the tingling sensation.

“I’m—im so sorry sweetheart I—“

He was on the verge of tears but you kissed him, you didn’t mind at all. You were actually happy to know your boyfriend was feeling good like you always were.

“Don’t apologize. It happens, okay? There’s nothing wrong with that.”

“Y-yeah but I—I didn’t want to cu—-“

You rolled over on top of his damp body running your finger down his chest and placed his hand on your slightly exposed breast barely covered by the lingerie .

“How about I make us both feel good tonight? Hm?” You bit your lip seeing his pink face squeeze your chest in admiration.

Ace

You finally allowed him to have sex with you raw and the new warm feeling overwhelmed the poor boy.

You both have been practicing safe sex for a while now but today you were just really impatient and Ace has been such a good boy for you you decided to grace him with your bare walls tonight.

He of course was absolutely more than ready to fuck you with no stupid plastic in between you both

He completely under estimated the pleasure he’d feel sliding in between your tight wet hole so he got a bit carried away with fucking you from the back

“A-ace Baby! Slow down ah!” Your whines went towards deaf ears. He was in a drunken bliss inside your pussy, you felt wetter than he is used to and tighter than he remembered and not to forget how comfortably warm he was he needed this release.

“C-cumming!” His thrust became sloppy, but his grip on your hips became tighter. He came inside you crying out your name like a melody before he hovered over your back panting on your neck and ears.

“I’m..im sorry.” He huffed. You didn’t even care you found it funny yet hot how Ace couldn’t control himself. “You feel…really good down there.”

“Yeah I can Tell.” You giggled and he just laughed with Ace slapping your now wet ass.

“‘M not ganna fall asleep ‘m ganna make you cum…too…”

“Ace! You bet not fall asl—“

Asshole fell asleep right on your back with his cock still deep inside you.

Law

Completely your doing

You just had to grip the life out of him when he told you to slow down

You know that man can’t handle you riding his cock

“WAIT—shit! Y/N stop!”

He kind of pissed you off today by how he was spoiling Bepo way more than you lately so you kinda was in a petty mindset

You didn’t even care that you wasn’t close to cuming that asshole made you mad

“Y-you…bi—-“

“You finish that sentence I’ll start bouncing again.” You held your hand up to his panting mouth feeling his cum slide out of you, he looked down to noticed and you felt his cock twitch. “You like cumming inside me huh.”

“Mmmfff—“

“What?”

Law swatted your hand away huffing and puffing with his kimono now sliding off his upper body, you smirked at his annoyed face and sat up, “Why the fuck did you do that?”

“You know why.” You crossed your arms pouting like a child completely unfazed by you being butt ass naked and his cock still inside you pumping you full to the brim with his cum because you keep clenching down.

“No, I don’t know why!—-fuck —you feel too good get off me!”

“No. I didn’t cum yet.”

“YOU COULD HAVE IF YOU WOULD HAVE SLOWED THE FUCK DOWN!”

I mean the man is half your age his stamina is still there but sometimes cums like a damn touch starved man.

However he came right as he inserted himself into you which was something that shocked the both of you

You didn’t mind it but Shanks with his dramatic ass began to question himself and his worth as a man

“Baby I told you it’s fine just come back to bed…” You groaned seeing this 40 year old man walk back and fourth naked having a fit.

“No why the hell did I do that? I mean you don’t feel THAT damn good—“

“Excuse me?!”

“I—okay that’s not what I mean you do feel that good but ALL I DID WAS PUT THE TIP IN?”

“You exhaust me Shanks I’m going to bed—“

“Nope!” He pushed you back down on the bed as you were reaching for your robe and opened your legs exposing your cum filled pussy. “You’re ganna cum and I’m ganna make it happen I still can make you cum!”

“Shanks I know you can I—ah!”

He wasted no time using his tongue on you and he most definitely proved himself over and over again.

[hazybisou]

TOOTHLESS

blurb

reader x jack hughes

summary: y/n finds out through twitter that jack has lost a tooth and calls to see for herself.

a/n: IT MADE ME CACKLE HELLA HARD!! like imagine the lisp he’s gonna have 😭😭 it’s gonna be hella cute but wayyyy too fucking funny. also i js had to write this like cmon 🤣🤣

jack was away in Raleigh for the second game of round two of the stanley cup playoffs against the carolina hurricanes. you stayed home due to have finals but were still able to watch the first game.

you were finishing up homework while watching the second game, the score being 1-4, the canes winning. you finished typing up your essay when you got a text from your friend, jane.

janey boo 🙃

did you see?!!

you

see what?

janey boo 🙃

JACK LOST HIS TOOTH

you

WDYM HE LOST HIS TOOTH

janey boo 🙃

i was scrolling through tiktok and saw a picture of jack missing his front tooth to the sound bigger than the whole sky

you

BAHHHHHAHAHAHA

WAIT OMG THATS SO RUDE

poor jack

BUT LIKE IWHSHABXSJ

OMG IMA GO LOOK

janey boo 🙃

woody and mercer and jack are now the toothless trio

you

THEYRE TRIPLETS HOW CUTE

ANYWAYS BYE

you couldn’t help the little laughs and giggles that escaped. you open up twitter and search up ‘jack hughes’ and clicking on ‘latest’. you scroll down and can’t help but burst out laughing. you probably looked crazy right now but this news was too funny.

you look up and notice the game has ended, the canes winning 6-1. you decided to wait a couple minutes, knowing it would only be a matter of seconds until jack would text you, something along the lines of ‘i just got out of the arena’.

a couple of minutes later, you’re phone dinged and you saw it was jack who texted. it said ‘hey i just left and am headed back to the hotel’. you don’t respond as you immediately go and click on his contact before the phone started ringing.

“hello?”

“hey babe, just wanted to let you know that you played great tonight. m’ sorry about the loos,” you told him syntactically.

jack smiled on the other end, “thanks. i appreciate it. anyways, what were you doing?” you noticed he had a small lisp. it was cute. his words sounded like a little kindergartners.

you just smiled at the question, knowing jack would always ask about your day and how it went. “oh i was just finishing up some homework. nothing much. why?”

“just wanted to know,” jack responds. you look down at your phone and realize he’s facetiming. you slide the button and are met with the ceiling of his car. you hear the jingle of keys and rustling before he picks his phone up and his face comes in view. “hi.”

“hi.” you respond back. “whatcha doing?”

he smiled. “nothing. just gonna head to the hotel before getting to see you again.”

the smile on your face grew even bigger before you remembered why you called him so fast. “hey jack?” he perked up and hummed. “could you smile at me real quick?”

jack looked at you suspiciously before shrugging and showing you a toothy grin. you just giggled before small laughs started to come out and soon you were cackling.

jack looked confused.

by the time you were done laughing tears began to fall from how hard you were laughing. “oh jack..your tooth.” you finally told him.

he finally got it and just began to pout. “it’s not funny.” he remarked.

“just a little bit. it’s ok though.” you told him. “it’s cute. especially your lisp.”

jack’s cheeks turned pink at the comment. “stop, it’s not cute.” he still had the same pout on. you just started at him with loving eyes.

“jack, baby, it’s ok.” you cooed but he didn’t seem convinced. “you’re still the same jack it’s just you’ll be missing 2% of that smile i love so much.”

“i hate it though.” jack whined. “it makes me sound weird.”

you just stared at him. “it doesn’t matter jack, alright? i still love you and always will.”

“that helped a little.” you just laughed before continuing to talk.

“i have to go and study for that exam i have next week. just make sure you get back safely. call or text me when you’re at the hotel. i love you.”

“i love you too.” jack said back. you said your goodbyes before you hung up and went back to watching the tv. you kept laughing at the thought of jack coming home with a missing tooth.

idk if i hate or love this. but wtv. his tooth is now gone 😔😔 ALSO THE WAY LUKE COULDVE SAID MORE ABT JACKS TOOTH IF HE WANTED TO BUT KNEW JACK WOULD BEAT HIS ASS IF HE DID AND PROB TOLD HIM NOT TO SAY ANYTHING ABT IT IS JS SO FUNNY TO ME!! jack literally reminds me of a pirate with taht crusty ass heard 🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️

[riptideripley]

His Princesa 2

part 1 part 2 part 3

a dominik mysterio x reader series.

angst,light fluff towards the end(sorta),toxic relationship,google translate used,TRIGGER WARNING ABUSE MENTIONED.

word count:669

Without you two knowing of the recording,you met up with the judgement day since it was an off day for you all. Rhea had only showed Priest the recording,to which they both were shocked but not that shocked. Finn was unaware of the whole situation,just as you two were. So when you both showed up together,Rhea was all giggles. You had all planned to go out for lunch and then to a park,just to chill like you used to do back home with Rhea(y’all are childhood friends). “Hey guys! So where are eating” “That Mediterranean Grill place,heard it’s good” You and Priest conversed. Everyone agreed on the spot so we went.

fast forward.

“That was so delicious! We have to go there again if we ever come back here” Dom spoke very happy and pleased with the food. You giggled at his reaction when all the sudden Rhea yanked you off the slide and dragged you to the swings. “Rhea what the f-“ “Listen. I saw you and Dom making out or whatever last night,you have to break up with your boyfriend. Also I told Priest” she ran off giggling. You stood there for a minute in shock. ‘shit. she shouldn’t have saw that’ you thought,as you pulled out your phone texting your “boyfriend”.

You - ‘Hey,Chris listen I need to tell you something. I don’t think this relationship is really working,you are constantly out drinking and cheating on me. I can’t do this anymore with you

{Chris .} - ‘(your name) what the fuck. I was gonna come out there to see you,Im already here matter of fact and you tell me this bullshit? man forget it,it’s over with.’

You looked at your phone for a minute before putting it in your pocket,walking back over to everyone. “Hey you ok? You seem off.” Dom asked concerned. You shook your head and smiled,”Yea I’m fine just a little tired that’s all”. He didn’t believe you but didn’t wanna ask anymore questions. You were all having fun and smiling when you heard someone call your name,you turned your head around and your heart sank. It was Chris,the one person you didn’t wanna see at this point especially since you were laid up on Dominik. Rhea paid attention to your expression and could tell you were scared. “What the fuck is wrong with you!?” Chris yelled as he charged at you,your heart began racing and you flinched when he got close to you. No one knew that he had put his hands on you before,not even your best friend Rhea. So when you flinched,they immediately knew what the situation was. Priest jumped off the monkey bars and got in between the two of you. Dom held you close as you began having a panic attack,he drew three circles on your back and on your hand which always calmed you down. He lifted you up and got you out of the area they were in,as he spoke,”Princesa.. ¿Cuánto tiempo?” he asked. You were hesitant to answer but decided to tell the truth,”Cuatro meses..” you softly spoke. You could see the expression on his fece completely change,to a very concerned and worried look. He hugged you tight as the rest of the Judgement day came over to the spot you were in. “Hey listen Ima take her back home,she’s uncomfortable right now” he said as he turned to them with you in his arms,they all nodded and let him go take you to your car. “They’re so cute together” Finn said trying to lighten the mood,which it did. “Yea totally. Not after what i witnessed last night” Rhea rolled her eyes as Finn stared at her,”The fuck did you see?” “They were making out! Right in front of me after I woke up from my nap.” Finn began laughing while Rhea just stared at him. “Not funny.”

[rozyowo]

One bed trope w sampo koski ❓❗❗❗

Fem!reader

"...I think i made a mistake while booking a room for both of us." You said awkwardly while looking at the bed. "Are you sure it was a 'mistake'? i feel like you did this on purpose..~" Sampo immediately responded. And well, soon earned a slap to the back of his head. "Oh for God's sake Sampo! Stop trying to make everything seem romantic, are you really that bad at trying to find a partner that you would rather make embarrassing statements and jokes?" You started pinching the bridge of your nose due to annoyance. Out of everyone, this situation really had to happen with Sampo. I swear to the aeons he's literally a curse for me.

"Ouch r/n... That hurts! You've shattered Sampo's fragile heart.." He said dramatically, putting on a sad face to try and make r/n feel guilty. But she wasn't having it. "And i hope that fragile little heart of yours stay shattered for the rest of your life." Was the last thing r/n said before leaving the room to book another room for both of them THAT actually has two beds instead of one.

But Sampo, the usual pest and nuisance he is decided to pull r/n back into the room, just great. "Wait..! Im sure the receptionist is busy taking care of other matters. For now, why dont you just relax yourself— or do anything that doesn't make you destroy everything near you..?" Sampo put on an awkward smile, trying to convince her. His tone was so rushed that she barely understood some part, but you get his point. "Whatever, and if you dare to try anything funny... I'll tell Natasha about your behavior, not only that— you'll also be taking a trip to her clinic." Sampo slightly shivered when you mentioned Natasha. The last thing he want is getting another long lecture from the nurse. "Alright— alright pal..."

....

..

.

"Sampo, any ideas on who'll sleep on the bed and the floor....?"

"You get the bed, i wouldn't want my dear friend catching a cold because of the floor now do i?"

"...Weird but thanks."

After minutes of silence, you decided to lay down on the left side of the bed, tired from what happened earlier, before earlier, AND now. While trying to adjust comfortably, the bed sinked even more and you opened your eyes, immediately looking to your right. "Sampo what the hell?! I THOUGHT we agreed on me sleeping on the bed!" You tried to move away from him but you ended up falling off the bed. Making Sampo laugh. After ten seconds of struggling, you managed to stand up. "You didn't say where i would sleep though.. So i figured out that i could choose on where." He said, trying to sound smart. "Oh, and before you tell me to get off the bed.. It's too late for that my dear friend! So you either sleep on the floor... Or beside me if you prefer to be warm and not freeze to death.." Sampo grinned at the poor frustrated woman before turning around to sleep, leaving you frustrated. "fine. But remember what i said earlier, do anything funny and—" "Alright! Alright.. I already know." Sampo really cut you off.. But you let it slide since you're too tired to even respond. when you had the courage to finally lay down the bed, sampo mumbled something under his breathe. But you didn't dare to bother asking him anymore because you're already drifting to sleep.

Although you didn't know that sampo was still wide awake... Playing with your hair while giggling quietly as if they just got accepted by their crush, which is you. <3

i didn't proofread so don't make fun of me if there's grammar or spelling error >:(

+i wrote this while it was 3am

( please this is so old get out)

[live-laugh-love-venom]

VENOM & EDDIE X TRANS MALE READER.

"A rough night spent together."

BDSM WARNING, NSFW.

Mention of // Monsterfucking, blood kink, biting kink, knife kink, asphyxiation kink, tentacles, praising, degrading, sir/master kink, masochism, sadism, dom/sub, breeding kink, overstimulation kink, begging, bondage, gagging, hair pulling, fear kink(?).

WARNING!! I'm sorry if it's bad, I really don't write smut but I love Venom too much. Trans male reader cause I am one.

You were spending another night at the side of the bar, drinking a glass of wine, drowning your sorrows. You had tickets for a movie this weekend, but on your way to rush to the cinema, you lost it. Such a clumsy accident made you feel even worse, work had been stressing and this had been your only way of relaxation.

"Guess you're not the only one tonight." The bartender speaks, giggling as a man walks into the bar, hands in his sweater, he looked quite uneasy but managed to stumble his way to the bar. He takes a seat on the chair next to you, greeting you with an awkward smile. You manage to give one back, he orders a whiskey and seems to drink it with shaky hands.

He chokes on his drink halfway through drinking it, you can hear a soft, "No. Stop it. No food." from his direction, you keep your eye on the suspicious man. His dirty blonde hair was ruffled, and his blue eyes seemed to carefully watch you sit. You lose your ability to hold in your curiosity, "Sir? Are you okay?" your voice catches his attention. He turns to you and awkwardly reassures you he's okay, somehow you don't believe it. He seems sober but acts as if he's not in control of his own body.

"Sorry my uh.. Girlfriend left me recently, I haven't been able to cope very well." You look up in surprise, you don't blame him. Your love life hasn't been that interesting at all, but you know what it's like to go through a heartbreak. "My name is Eddie by the way." He introduced himself, "Y/n." you give in response.

You decide to make conversation with him, you tell him how clumsy you were for losing the tickets and he appreciated your company. He turned out to be very sweet and funny, despite his first appearance you really enjoyed him being around you. So much you looked at his eyes in another way, they were a shade of blue that mesmerized you.

You began to look into his eyes more curiously than before, and you soon noticed he started to stumble over his words a little. You bite your lip in response to his stuttering, "Maybe we could.. Take this conversation somewhere else." You request, he started to chuckle nervously, trying to hide his embarrassment, but he doesn't decline. He nods at you, and you give him an outstretched hand, he takes it and entwined his fingers with yours.

"Thank you for the drinks," You yell as you walk away with Eddie, the bartender winks at you and continues cleaning the glasses he used. "My house is nearby, it's not a long walk." You reassure Eddie, he's nervously squeezing your hand, still shaking a little. You believe it's his awkward way of dealing with sexual actions, so you continue to walk to your home.

Not 5 minutes later your arrive at your apartment, you fumble your keys until you find the right one, you twist it in the lock and invite Eddie further. You walk a staircase up, Eddie following closely. You invite him into your room, you carefully slide open the black door that leads to the hallway, behind you you can hear more and more heavy breathing.

You turn around to check if Eddie's okay, just to be pressed against the hallway with force, your right wrist is pinned against the wall while Eddie squeezes your wrist. Your other hand automatically goes to his head, who he buried in your neck, biting on the soft skin, leaving marks.

"Eddie.." is all your mouth gets out, his beard tickles your skin, the more you start to melt and stutter the more he presses you against the wall. Eddie keeps pressing and pressing. His touch grows stronger every moment, until he suddenly releases you.

"Oh god, I'm not feeling well," Eddie responds, he leans against one of the walls, heavy breathing, his sweater is drenched in sweat. You catch one of his arms to offer him support, but instead he looks at you with even more hungry eyes. "I got uhm.. Kind of a parasite." You watch him questionably until you hear another voice, it's deeper, more.. monster like.

"Hungry.." The voice responds, before Eddie's eyes turn into white, you lean back at the wall, leaving you nowhere to turn to. Eddie's skin turns into black, a slimy figure appears before you, claws that could easily rip you apart, and before you know it Eddie's face has turned into something monstrous. Teeth that could sink into your skin and rip you apart, It was twice as tall as Eddie, and huge compared to you.

"Oh.. My.." You blurt out, only for the monster to notice you, he looks in your direction and curiously slides his long tongue towards you. He places it on your throat and slides it down, it's cold gets to you, and you let out a ruffled moan.

"Eddie has good taste," He slides his tongue around your neck, and approaches you with a stretched out mouth, wanting to sink his teeth into you. You close your eyes and await his kill, but instead you feel his weight pressed against you, "It would be so much more fun to play with you instead.. Now. Hold still."

You feel something tugging at your wrists and legs, a power that holds you down, you try looking at your legs but soon you're taken aback by a sharp pain in your neck. You can feel it slightly bleeding, the monster was biting you gently, the burning sensation did something to you you couldn't explain, you whine at the pain and pleasure from the bite.

"Who are you..?" Are the only words you can get out, the overwhelming sensation makes you unable to speak out any more words. Even if you have a thousand questions, you were breathing so heavily, gasping for air, all the words were taken out of your mouth.

"We are Venom." Is all the monster says, before he slides his tongue down your throat, for a moment you gag on it, but very soon you can't help but enjoy the sensational kiss. He presses himself more into you, the feeling of his hunger gets to you, and you let go off the struggle. Your mouth is filled with his spit, choking on it as he pulls out of the kiss.

His tongue slides under your shirt, revealing your bare chest, you begin to breathe more heavily, you can feel his tongue sliding up your body. The more he touches you the more turned on you get, you can feel your stomach twisting, you're curious as well as afraid. Venom's claws grab the back of your shirt, you can feel it slowly ripping apart, he rips it off your torso and then moves down.

A softer hand begins rubbing your clit, rubbing it softly over your pants. You look down to see a human hand, softly squeezing his hand on your vagina, two fingers rub against your opening while his thumb is rubbing your clit.

Are Venom and Eddie both.. In control of you? You can't help but gasp and moan at Eddie's touch, meanwhile the other hand of them still belongs to Venom. His claws grab one of your thighs, playing with the inside of it.

You struggle to stay still, unable to handle both of them at once, although they don't leave you much of a choice. Eddie keeps his rhythm, not slowing down on you. You start to shake and continue to become louder and louder. "Eddie! Ah, Eddie..!" Is all you are able to repeat, you keep repeating his name until you reach your limit. You come inside of your jeans, exhausted, you lean against the wall. Eddie's hand seemed to have disappeared, but Venom hasn't.

The black figure lifts you up with two claws, you grab his neck automatically, leaving no space between you two. He stares at you, until you give into it all, until you show you want more. You lean into his face and press your lips on his mouth, his tongue swirling inside your mouth again, this time he doesn't keep being as "gentle".

He carries you to your bed, throwing you down, pressuring his hands on your stomach to make you stay down. His other hand begins taking off your jeans, his tentacles don't just grab your legs and arms this time. Black-like ropes hold your waist, arms and legs. It even grabs your hair, holding your head down.

You stare at the ceiling, staying calm, until you feel a wet tongue on your clit. Licking it, leaving you overwhelmed again. You feel yourself becoming more wet the more Venom's starts licking you. You try to close your legs but the tentacles keep your legs together, you're unable to move, and Venom's seems in full control.

"Venom..! Slow down!" You moan, the room filling with your whimpers and your begs. You feel yourself getting closer and closer to your climax, "Sir please. PLEASE." Your voice gets so loud as you climax again, the room fills with your moans alone.

The tentacles let go off your body, leaving you able to move, you see Venom coming from beneath you to above you. Pinning you down on to bed, you give an embarrassed smile, while cupping your hand in his cheek "Show me more.. I want more." You speak, you've grown hungry for his touch, his tongue felt so good on you, and you wanted all of both of them.

A human hand caresses your cheek, placing his lips on yours, you close your eyes immediately, letting the overwhelming touch consume you. The moment he breaks the kiss you become desperate for him. "Eddie.. Eddie please." You beg him, beg for his touch, he places your hands on his chest. You find his sweater, and slowly take it off him. He unzips his own pants, while your hands find his chest.

He places his hands behind your head, throwing himself onto you, he spreads your thighs and presses his hard cock against the inside of your thighs. "Is it okay if I..?" He asks, you nod immediately, "I want it, I need you, Eddie." You respond. He smiles as he places his hands besides you, he enters you slowly, giving you time to adjust. Your hands are entwined in his, giving you something to squeeze.

He asks for permission to move, and you give it, he keeps thrusting you deeper, slow but intense. His hands find your throat, softly squeezing it, just enough for him to control your breathing. Your soft moans are like music in his ears, and his groans do you so much good. You close your thighs around him, forcing him to go deeper into you. Your throw your head back in pleasure, grabbing Eddie's hair as he begins to speed up his game. His thrusts become harder, and more rough.

"Good boy.." Eddie praises, your cheeks fluster at this. "Good boy.. He likes that?" Venom's voice responds, your eyes widen at Venom's voice. Suddenly a sharp pain enters your neck, and you gasp for air, tears fill your eyes. Something bigger entered you this time, it was Venom, him slowly entering you shook you up, it was exciting you.

You stuttered in panic, trying to get out a word you couldn't find. Venom loved seeing you helpless, laying under him, pleading for mercy, the symbiote kept sticking his tongue on your body while thrusting into you.

You felt so overwhelmed, so much pressure, it was taking over you. You were in Venom's control, and he was basically destroying your insides. He digged his claws into your thighs, spreading them for him even more, while your hands were grabbing the bedsheets. Your breathing was uncontrolled, you couldn't stop gasping for air and Venom loved it. It didn't take long before tentacles held you down again, your hands were tied around your back, your waist was held down, and your legs were spread apart.

Venom takes your ass in his hands, lifting you up slightly, just to thrust into your more. Your moans are so loud, you beg for mercy, you even begin to scream when Venom thrusts into you again.

"That's a good little slut.. Aren't you looking pathetic?" Venom responds, his claw grips your hair, pulling it down, as he slides his tongue around your neck one more time. It doesn't take much time before you notice his breathing becomes heavier, and his body starts shaking, he starts to begin thrusting harder, until you feel something filling you up. He pulls out of you, and you try to catch your breath. Your body is laying on the bed, exhausted, as Eddie's normal form seems to have returned.

"Well that was.. Quite a night, wasn't it?" Eddie chuckles, you barely have the energy to look up at him. Instead, he bends over you, and cups your cheek in his hand, "We should get you cleaned up." You nod, giving him a chuckle as he places a kiss on your cheek.

[dreamylittlesugarcube]

Up in Smoke (The Sweet Version)

Genre: EXO

Characters: Kai x Female Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1.4k

Summary: Your boyfriend tries to cook you an anniversary dinner–which goes very wrong…or very right? 

A/N: Happy Secret Santa reveal to my giftee @merinaart as part of the @exols-silver-christmas! I hope that you like my gift! I was very inspired by your love for Kai (and your adorable guinea pig!). I’ve enjoyed getting to chat with you over the last couple months! I decided at the last minute to make a “sweet” version of the story and and then separate “spicy” version later on because there were too many ways this story could have gone! So here’s the “sweet” version for you from 🍭-anon!

~*~

“Babe, why do I smell smoke?” 

The acrid smell of burning told you what your eyes couldn’t: your boyfriend was in the kitchen again. When he’d insisted on the blindfold, you’d felt butterflies in your stomach, giddy at the thought of what might be coming. Dinner in Itaewon? Wine tasting? A romantic walk by the Han River? The possibilities were endless and after two years together, your thoughtful boyfriend never failed to sweep you off your feet. For your first anniversary together, he’d hired a private chef to cook you a delicious five-course dinner, then you’d dreamily walked through the snow together hand-in-hand, sharing sips of hot chocolate.

 It had been the perfect day. 

This time around, Jongin had been incredibly secretive about what he was planning. But you knew something was up when you’d caught him sneaking around the apartment after he thought you’d gone to bed, or coming home with mysterious bags that he ferreted away somewhere. You were more than curious to know what the night might bring.

Despite your lack of vision, the clang of pots and pans and rhythmic slice of a kitchen knife told you Jongin had something different in mind this year. And you weren’t sure how to feel. Honestly, the man was a menace when it came to the culinary arts. You snorted, recalling the incident two months prior when he’d scorched the bottom of your wok so bad you’d had to throw it out. Fortunately, the recent installation of a fire extinguisher at least meant he couldn’t realistically burn the apartment down. 

When your inquiry went unanswered, you tried again. 

“At what point will I need to stop, drop, and roll?”, you said, giggling as the sound of chopping ceased.

Jongin’s footsteps drew closer, until you felt his knees bump against yours. “Ha, ha, very funny, jagi, he chastised playfully. “Kyungsoo taught me how to make this one, so it won’t be like last time, I promise. And I only burned the first one,” he added hastily.

He leaned in and gave you a quick peck on the lips before skirting away, skillfully avoiding your coy attempts to entice him back down for more. Sliding his hand down to rest on your lower back, he led you into what you assumed to be the dining room. A chair squeaked against the floor as Jogin pulled it out and instructed you to sit. 

You could feel Jongin’s warmth seeping into you from behind and you jumped when his lips grazed your ear.

“I wanted today to be special for you, for us,  _____–”

Your heart sped up at the sound of his voice. It was hard not to get distracted when he was so close to you, the feel of his arms around you never failed to make you melt. 

“Voila!” Jongin exclaimed,  theatrically pulling the blindfold from your eyes. 

On reflex, you squeezed your eyes shut to block out the dim light from the chandelier. After a few seconds, you hesitantly cracked an eye open, and you saw it. 

Square with rows of tiny indentations and little flecks of dark green and orange, you weren’t sure what to make of the charred–ahem–crispy item perched alone on the large, white plate. You cleared your throat, cognizant of the way Jongin was looking at you looking at his creation. Eyes gleaming with pride. Expectantly waiting for your praise. 

You chose your words carefully, trying to make sense of what you were seeing, while not shattering your gentle boyfriend’s heart.

“Jongin, baby…what’s–uh–on the menu, tonight?” 

He laughed, as though it was obvious. “It’s a fried rice waffle, silly!”

You looked between the hockey puck on your plate and your sweet boyfriend’s face, grateful for once that you’d taken that god-awful acting class in college. 

“It looks…”, you struggled to find the right word, “...interesting…”

Jongin’s head bobbed enthusiastically. “Are you gonna take a bite?”

You nodded with what you hoped was realistic enthusiasm.

God, you sucked at acting. You failed that acting class, don’t you remember? 

It was worse than you imagined. 

Way worse. 

You broke off a piece, chewing gingerly, all while Jongin intently watched your face, waiting for your reaction. All at once, your tongue was hit with a spectrum of flavors and textures–bitter, crunchy, hard, soft, and the overwhelming taste of spring onion. Just…bleh…

“So?” he asked, leaning forward, eyes wide in anticipation. 

The glob of “waffle” stuck in your throat at his question, and you swallowed hard to push it down,

“It’s..um..very crunchy…and…um…onion-y?” 

Jongin’s face fell. 

“It’s awful,” he moaned, covering his face with his hands. He sat down in the chair next to you with his shoulders slumped, the very picture of dejection. “I never should’ve taken cooking advice from Chanyeol and Sehun,” he muttered, almost to himself. 

You froze. “I thought you said Kyungsoo taught you this recipe.” 

Jongin looked up from his hands and worried his lower lip.

“He did…but then Sehun showed me a TikTok and Chanyeol had a waffle iron…and I just…messed up. Why can’t I cook like Kyungsoo?” he moaned. 

He looked so sad, your baby. And he had tried so hard for you tonight. You stood from your chair and folded him into your arms, resting your chin on his head. 

“Jongin,” you started, “you and I both know that would be asking a lot of the universe. Be the most handsome and skilled dancer in all of K-Pop and be a good cook? You’d be just too amazing to be real.”

Jongin chuckled beneath you, reaching up to stroke your cheek.

“Besides,” you continued, “Kyungsoo has his strengths and you have yours. Affectionate. Kind. Generous. Smooth on the dance floor. So handsome,” you listed, punctuating each compliment with a peck on the lips. 

Your boyfriend hummed in the back of his throat, a slow smile spreading on his face.

“Actually, ____, there is one more thing I have planned for tonight,” he said with a mysterious smile.  

He led you to the couch in the living room and gently pressed on your shoulders for you to sit. Telling you to wait, he flipped the lightswitch, plunging the room in darkness. Suddenly, the room was dimly illuminated by a string of clear fairy lights, the soft tones of “Peaches” drifting through the surround-sound speakers. 

“Pretty girl, you’re like peaches…it’s a soft embrace…a sweetness that spreads in my mouth…feels good to be the bad guy…”

Jongin leapt into action, his body like water, flowing through the movements like he was born to do. His eyes held yours as he flew and you knew every word of this song was meant for you. Without warning, Jongin sprung forward, pulling you up from the couch and into his arms. As the last notes faded away, you simply swayed together, enjoying each other’s nearness. 

Jongin squeezed you close and whispered words of love in your ear. You held his face between your hands and counted your blessings that this wonderful man had found his way into your life. 

You stretched on your toes to give him a kiss, only to be rudely interrupted by the sound of the doorbell. 

“Were you expecting anyone, babe?” you asked, glancing quizzically at the door.  

Jongin shook his head, just as perplexed.

You waited as he walked to the entrance and you could hear the muffled sound of a voice on the other side. The door closed and Jongin came back with a takeout container. Inside you found a feast of your and Jongin’s favorite foods–fried chicken, roasted duck, bibimbap, and tteokbokki–along with an expensive bottle of wine.  

“Did you order this?” you asked.

He shook his head, shrugging his shoulders  “No, but the delivery said it’s bought and paid for, so…” 

Across the room, Jongin’s phone lit up with a text:

“Jongin-ah, just a tip: never take cooking advice from amateurs like us. Enjoy your meal 😜.

~Chanyeol and Sehun” 

“Wow, just wow,” Jongin explained sarcastically. “Can’t trust anyone these days.”

“Except me,” you added, batting your eyelashes playfully. 

“Except you,” he agreed. “Well…shall we?” he said, motioning towards the food. 

You nodded. “Might as well,” you said with a smile. 

“Happy anniversary, jagi.”