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art for @zethsdumpster 's AU of Ichiji and Ace being boyfriends, working in a spooooky National Park and being cat owners~! (art here and fic via tumblr here and ao3 here!) idk i thought it'd be really funny if kotatsu was an ACTUAL lynx, then with the supernatural element thought OOOOOh that could be even more fun! as an aside, i did way too much research on lynxs (not complaining) so this is specifically a Canadian Lynx (sliiiiightly bigger in this drawing than irl probably) while I believe OP kotatsu is more than likely a Eurasion Lynx with his gold coloring... if anybody else cared

[luvvyouforever]

random domestic and modern-ish joel miller headcanons (because he's in my head)

: ̗̀➛ joel is the type to poke fun at your reality tv shows and say "aw, no, baby, why are you watching this?" and then he stands just feet away from the tv, watching the hot new bombshell enter the villa. and then, before he can catch himself, he turns to you like "can you believe this shit?" so then you give him context and explanations for everyone. he'll deny it the next day

: ̗̀➛ joel loves playing with your hair and he's so gentle with it. it doesn't matter if you have shorter hair he can just barely run his fingertips through or curls he can very softly detangle or long hair he can get lost in. also, a little note, because of sarah, he's not bad at doing your hair either. he can do simple braids and ponytails and would help you with his glasses on, tongue stuck between his teeth.

: ̗̀➛ joel never really sleeps in. on his days off, he's waking up a little after sunrise. he slowly peels himself from your warmth and tucks you back into the blankets, ensuring you don't miss an ounce of warmth. he'll make himself a cup of coffee and relax on the front porch, watching everyone slowly start their own day. when it gets closer to your wake up time, he'll make a quick breakfast, nothing fancy, but enough to give his love some sustenance.

: ̗̀➛ joel is like the neighborhood handyman and he loves it. you'll get a call from an older lady down the street whose dryer stopped working and he'll walk down with his toolbox, not leaving till it's fixed. the family across the street are struggling to get their hose set up so the kids can use their new pool and he rushes over with some pipe attachment he had in the back of his truck. such a gentleman <3

: ̗̀➛ his preferred date is cooking a nice dinner inside, setting up candles and flowers and all. the house is quiet, save for an old radio playing music on the kitchen counter, and he gets to sit right next to you, talking about your week. his hand sits like a firm weight on your thigh, not pushing for anything, just there as a comfort.

: ̗̀➛ joel would swear up and down that he doesn't want a dog, that he can't take care of it well with his blue collar work schedule. but then you come home with some big puppy with big paws and wide eyes and he's in love. he takes it out on walks whenever he can, buys it the fancy, unbreakable toys, and lets it sleep at the foot of the bed while you cuddle.

: ̗̀➛ joel lets you decorate the house to yours content. he recognizes that he doesn't have much of an eye for decor and only inputs the odd comment here and there about cabinet color or couch quality. he loves coming home to the warm environment you made, the cozy quilts strung over the back of the couch, and the pictures you have hung up on the walls.

: ̗̀➛ joel is so fiercely protective of you and sarah. if there's a sound at night, he's up in his pajama pants checking on everything. he tells sarah to go in the room with you and he encourages you to lock the door behind you. when everything's all clear, he's coming back to bed, placating your worries with a kiss and a soft, sleepy smile. he doesn't like strangers coming up to the front door and gets to know his neighbors really well, always having backup for you.

: ̗̀➛ he loves a lake day with you. you'll pack up a whole days worth of food, sandwiches and meat to grill and drinks. he'll carry down fishing rods and cast his lines on the opposite side of the shore while you swim around. he gets distracted from fishing by watching you smile in the water and misses his rod getting pulled, but he doesn't mind.

: ̗̀➛ joel's ideal wedding with you is small, intimate, cozy. to him, it's not so much about the decorum, more so about marrying you. he'd like to have the ceremony in a small church, or maybe in the backyard of your house, or at some small lodge way up in the mountains. the reception would just be family around, eating and catching up and laughing and smiling. he wouldn't be able to stay away from you and would rather follow you around the whole night than spend a minute apart.

: ̗̀➛ he didn't plan to have another kid, sarah already filling his heart plenty. but when you handed him a gift box, wrapped with a pink bow and he opened it to find a positive pregnancy test, he realized having a kid with you would truly make him happy. he's as helpful as he can be during the pregnancy, offering to take up more household chores and uses all of his banked up sick days to come with you to appointments.

: ̗̀➛ he nests hardcore. tears apart the old guest bedroom to make for your dream nursery. your house is a flurry of construction for at least a week as he executes your dream to an exact match. he baby proofs the entire house. he builds the baby's crib (this makes me sob).

: ̗̀➛ joel's so happy to be growing old with his family. when he retires sometime later in life, he'll want to use his pension to move out somewhere nice and cozy for the two of you, both kids having been moved out at this point in his life. you watch sunsets together on a porch, his gray hairs having taken over most of his head and beard. he plays the guitar softly for you and he swears he's never been happier.

[valentinedrifter]

Days with Yuri: Packages

male reader x Jo Yuri

~12k words

A/N: A friend said "yuri fic when" so, here you go I guess? Also a lot of yapping involved, so apologies for that.

Enjoy.

You should’ve expected this to happen.

Jjoyul: Sharing Live Location. HELP NOW ASAP PLS

You blink. You squint.

What the fuck?

You read it again.

What the fuck, that’s not her address.

You: whats going on

Jjoyul: I NEED HELP I SWEAR ILL O U 1

You: with what where are you even are you safe

You sit up from your bed, rubbing a hand on your face in annoyance. Out of all the days, it had to be the day you slept in late for her to fuck about and make you find out instead.

Jjoyul: SAFEST PLACE IN D WORLD RN WILL XPLAIN LATR CAN U PLS COME T_T

You were halfway into typing the word “no” and go back to cuddling your comforter and enjoying some more well deserved sleep until your phone buzzed two more times.

Jjoyul: Image attached. PLSSSSSSS

You groan. Half tempted to throw your phone on the nightstand and forget all about the messages. Half tempted to open the image and hope that you can have an idea on what’s actually going on.

You let the angel on your shoulder win this round and open your phone.

Yuri’s face takes up your screen, sitting down on a couch with an all-familiar pout on her lips, finger pressing her chin, wide innocent eyes, and an adorable little head tilt. You’re pretty sure you’ve seen this type of picture so many times that you feel like she’s recycling old pictures.

You wonder how this brat can be this cute yet so annoying at times because you’re falling for her endearingly irritating tactic of cuteness to get you to help her with whatever it is she needs help with. You were about to press the location text she sent to see where she actually is when she sent one last message.

Jjoyul: ILL EVEN COOK U LUNCH AND DINNER NEXT TIME

Now while free food is nice, Yuri’s cooking is something else. Not that you’d ever tell her that because, well, her ego would skyrocket, but she could cook an egg and you’d think a sous chef made it.

The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach and all that. Your sleep-deprived brain isn’t helping much in that regard to stop it. Besides, it’s free food on call.

What’s the worst that could happen?

You: fine, be there in 30

Jjoyul: U DA BESTTTTTTT IM AT 221 BTW TELL THE LADY THAT UR HERE 4 ME TYTYTY <3

And so began your quick shower, a salmon riceball for brunch, and you’re walking out the door heading to her location. Said place is an apartment complex that looks similar to yours—tall, muted colors, minimalistic design—and you start to wonder what she’s doing in a place so far away from where she lives.

She was surprisingly close to your place too—a good ten minute walk to wake the legs up—and you’re stepping into the lobby to be greeted by the receptionist.

You tell her that you’re here for a “Jo Yuri” and all she does is raise an eyebrow.

“No packages?” Her head tilts in confusion.

“...No?” You respond. “Am I supposed to have one?”

“Oh, no, no!” The lady chuckles. “She’s been getting a lot lately, I thought you would be dropping off some more.”

She points you to where you can get to 221, and after thanking her, your mind stops to think:

What the fuck is she doing here?

You take the stairs, faster that way since she’s just a floor up, and you’re standing in front of apartment 221.

You take a deep breath, curl your fingers, prep yourself to call the cops if you need to, and knock.

Tap-tap-tap.

Silence greets you. You wait. Then try again.

Tap-tap-tap.

Still, no answer. You air out a ‘huh’ and decide to just–

Tap-tap-tap-tap-tap-tap-tap-

“Just a second!” Yuri’s muffled voice comes out of the door, and you hear her padded footsteps rushing.

The lock clicks, the handle turns, and you’re greeted to the sight of a disheveled looking Yuri grinning up to you.

“Hey–” She huffs, grabbing your arm and tugging you inside. Her hand is warm against yours, but it was gone as quickly as it came. “You got here pretty fast.”

“It’s a few blocks away from mine.” You turn around to see her already closing the door before leaning back to it, arms behind her back to face you, giving you a chance to properly look at her.

Hair framing that lovable face, smile that radiates trouble, crescents that screams innocent excitement all wrapped in a baggy shirt hanging off one shoulder and some shorts that hides her figure.

Not that you’d know anything about it, you just…saw it a couple of times. Like when you two attended Minju’s wedding as friends. 

Totally not as each other’s wedding date.

You definitely didn’t give her that wide-eyed stare when you picked her up. Or notice how beautiful she looked in the white dress which showed off a bit too much cleavage that definitely didn’t do things to both your heads. Or stand a little too close when one of the groomsmen complimented her on her looks.

And you really didn’t hold her hips when she dragged you to the dance floor because her favorite slow dance started playing. Didn’t like how your hands felt perfect on her. Didn’t feel your heart skip a beat when she gave you that smile when it ended.

You swear it wasn’t awkward the next few weeks after.

Nope. You’re absolutely sure that you and her were totally okay for that period of time.

You focus back on Yuri, who’s gotten close enough to lean into your personal space, face almost touching your chest, shirt swinging low enough for you to see a hint of her generous chest. You can even smell the jasmine radiating off her.

She’s too close.

You blink. She chuckles. 

You take a step back. She straightens.

Speaking of personal spaces–“Where are we, exactly?”

“This, exactly, is–” She stretches it out, making drum roll gestures, dancing around you. “–drumroll please–”

She stops, expecting eyes and a beaming set of lips looking up to you.

She wags her eyebrows. You sigh.

“Seriously?” You ask. Her smile widens.

You roll your eyes. She grins.

You make drum roll sounds. She makes drum roll hands as she continues to step backward into the middle of the living room before stretching her arms wide and giving a tiny hop.

“Jo Yuri’s brand new, very own home!” She declares, posing like a little kid who won the lottery. “Ta–da!”

The place was semi-furnished, all the heavier things already out and ready to be used like the couch on one end and the flat screen mounted on the wall. But what’s really getting to you are the amount of boxes in the room.

All the colors you can think of, all the different sizes, labeled, unlabeled, packed, unpacked; They were everywhere, from the floor to the kitchen counter. You don’t even want to know what was inside. God forbid she hands you one of them and it just so happens to be her underwear.

She wouldn’t do that anyway. You trust her enough to know what’s inside all the boxes.

It’s still a mess overall though, and as you’re taking it in, you realize:

You’re here to help her unpack all her shit.

“Pretty nice ain’t it?” Everything about her screams pride of what she’s accomplished—she should  be—like the hands on her hips and the way she says it.

“Don’t know about pretty, but it is nice.” You look behind her, eyeing the amount of boxes that were basically mocking you at this point. “How much shit do you even have? And when did you move in here?”

“This is like, eighty percent of it, give or take.” Jesus Christ. “I tried doing it on my own but there’s too many and I didn’t wanna bother the movers because they already helped with all the big appliances and I thought–”

Yuri’s making that thinking pose then a lightbulb gesture like she’s in a sitcom. “–Why do it alone when I can do it with my favorite person in the whole wide world!”

“I thought that was Yena?” You deadpan. 

She opens her mouth to answer, then closes it. Her eyes look to the side. Her lips make a thinking face. She looks too damn adorable. 

She opens her mouth to answer. “My second! Favorite person in the whole wide world!”

“That’s not how that works, Yuri.” Your head shakes. “Not at all.”

“It is to me.” She giggles, picking up one of the smaller boxes. “Besides, this is a lot more fun than getting this done all alone.”

“Don’t I have a say in this?” She pushes said box to your chest. “This is gonna take us all day.”

“You said yes the moment you agreed to my cooking.” She patters back to the couch, sitting on the small empty space it still has. “No take backs.”

Well, she’s got you there. Her cooking’s worth a day of unpacking all her stuff anywho.

“Can I renegotiate to have that lunch and dinner for two days?” You ask, cross legging down on the floor, opening up the box that contained kitchen utensils.

Fitting, considering the conversation.

“If we manage to get this done before–” She pauses, a box in her lap as she picks up a boxcutter. “Before dinner, I’ll make you food for the next week.”

“Say no more.” You let out a chuckle, the prospect of having Yuri cook for you till the next week already makes you salivate as you stand up to head into the kitchen. 

As soon as you see the counter, you freeze.

The kitchen’s chock full of boxes.

Fuck.

—

They seemed never ending, but you two managed to settle into a rhythm. You handled everything that was for the kitchen and the living room, she took care of the bathroom and the bedroom.

She didn’t bother with the labels anymore, just ripped the box open and handed it to you if it was different things for her shelves. You open them with care and precision so as not to make an even bigger mess of the already boxed up fuckery mess that is her apartment.

You can hear her in the bedroom, the rustling of the boxes coming out of the doorway when you came back from putting some of the cartons away and into the front door, so you take the chance to pick out something easy to unpack since you’ve been given all the big ones—definitely didn’t feel like you were setup.

So you pick up one of the smallest boxes you could see, sit down on the couch and lay it down on your lap.

The box itself was small, jet-black and discreet, not unlike all the other bright and colorful ones that preceded it. It was tightly wrapped as well, red tape all over the carton in a criss-crossy pattern. 

Nothing the cutter couldn’t handle.

You open it up, thinking that it was another-some-set of something that you feel like you can convince her to sell off because she seriously has too much stuff for one girl so you part the flaps and—

Dick.

Surprisingly detailed, with all the veins and contours and curls shaping it, the smooth head at the top staring back at you. Although the color ruined any form of realism, somewhere between vermillion or coquelicot or sienna—fucking red—that was practically screaming out what it is.

You blink. Two, three, four times.

You close the flaps. Your eyes follow, nose inhaling deep, mouth exhaling slowly,  mind counting to ten.

And then you open it again.

Dicks.

Multiple, plural, a lot. Some were small, others looked like a lightstick—that’s a vibrator—and there was even something metallic tucked in the bottom, underneath all the bubble wrap. 

You squint, hands frozen on the black carton, not trusting them to touch anything inside and holy shit is that a pair of handcuffs?

You don’t even want to know why she has so many because your mind is already being sidetracked to what she’s doing with them. How often she uses them, which one was her favorite— 

“Hey, how’s it going with the rest?” Yuri calls out, casually walking back into the living room.

You’re stuck, heat creeping up your ears, brain short circuiting, doing its damnedest to hot wire it back into thinking, acting, anything as you’re left frozen in time staring into the deep abyss of the box.

“What’s up with you?” Her chin rests on your shoulder, a grin on her features, chest pushing against your back and the smell of citrus invading your nostrils. 

It wasn’t until she saw what was in the box that made her lose all emotion, utter the Lord’s name in vain and straight up dive bomb into your arms.

“Gimme that!” She screams, her chest flattening against you sending even more thoughts into your head, her hands already snatching the hellish thing from your grasp, one hand closing the flaps and the other wrapping around the carton.

“You weren’t supposed to see that yet.” She mutters, holding it close to her chest, protecting it from you, or vice versa. It didn’t really matter to you. 

What matters was whatever the hell ‘yet’ meant.

“Well, I mean, I can-uh-fuck-” You’re stumbling, sputtering. Because what the fuck do you even say when you find a box full of sextoys that weren’t yours? “I can forget this ever happened?”

“Can you?” She asks, glares really. Raised eyebrow, doubtful eyes, the complete package of disbelief written on her. “Can you really?”

No, you really couldn’t. But you don’t even get the chance to tell her before she stands up.

“Just–don’t bring it up.” She sighs, walking away from you and back into her bedroom.

And it wasn’t. Nobody brought it up for a while, the both of you focusing on unpacking, folding, cleaning. It was all you two did, not even bothering to make conversation. Not without bringing up the box again.

Until she started to do something extremely simple.

Be a mess. 

And she’s dragging you into becoming one when she keeps brushing past you even if she didn’t have to. You could be sitting down on the couch and she’d walk past you to get the box that was right next to you instead of the ones that were stacked up right next to her bedroom door.

It wasn’t like there was a lack of them, if anything there were too many. And she kept doing it anyway.

Yuri didn’t even do anything that you’d consider odd or anything and she’s already distracting you. Every pass, brush of your hands, glances that were a bit too long. 

You were trying to pretend that you didn’t notice anything and gaslit yourself into thinking it wasn’t intentional. To leave her to do whatever she wants because it is her house but this, this was like scratching an itch.

If an itch were to ask her why she had so many dildos, that is.

You were rinsing up a few of her mugs when she plops down the couch, halfway empty of the cartons that were seated a few hours ago.

It was a mistake glancing because–

“Why do I keep so much stuff.” She moans out, the first words uttered after the box. Her arms stretched upward, her shirt riding up just a bit to show that bellybutton of hers. 

You tell yourself you weren’t staring. She’s just casually seducing you with an arm stretch and the temptation to ask her about the damn box grows higher.

“That sounds like a you problem than anything else.” You snap back down, focusing back on the cups. “Why’d you even bother moving out? I thought you shared the old place with Nako.”

“I did, I just…” Yuri goes silent for a moment, before she crosses her legs and gives you these adorable little puppy eyes that make you wanna squish her cheeks. “Promise you won’t tell her? Or anyone else?”

“You don’t need to tell me if it’s too personal, Yuls.” You shake the glass you’re holding. “We can always leave it at that.”

“It’s not really for me, it’s more for her than anything else.” She shakes her head, grabbing a nearby plushie of a bear she left on the couch because she needs one for ‘couch cuddles’. You remember getting that one for her birthday along with a new set of guitar strings.

And she wonders why she keeps so much extra shit like her toys—

“Just please promise me you won’t tell anyone?” She hugs said bear, keeping it close to her chest. “Pretty please?”

“Alright, alright, I promise.” You place the mug down on the dishwasher.

“Swear it.”

“I just said I promised.” You give her a look, as if she’s seriously asking you to double down on an agreement made just seconds ago.

“I need your utmost trust on this.” Yuri glares. It wasn’t scary at all, not with the bear looking at you with a permanent smile on its face. You wonder what that bear’s seen. Or felt.

“Wha-Fine.” You sigh, leaning back onto the counter. “I swear on my need for an eight-hour-sleep that I won’t tell anybody about what you will say.”

She narrows her eyes. “That’s not enough.”

“You know how much I need my eight hours.” 

“Everyone needs eight hours, idiot.” She shakes her head, an arm gesturing upwards. She wasn’t exactly wrong. You just thought you needed it more than everyone else because you have the tendency to stay up a lot.

“On my rank in League.” You state. “Happy now?”

That seemed to do the trick when Yuri hums for a moment to think, then nods. She knows how much you play that game to a near unhealthy degree back then before you were convinced—forcefully, you may add—to take a step back from it. Looking back, you’re a bit thankful that happened.

Lord knows what you would be doing if you kept that up.

But it doesn’t mean you stopped though. Maybe a long break or two, but you always come back to playing it like a drug. You were simply volun-told how to take the proper dosages.

“Now, what’s the big deal about you moving out?” You move to sit on the couch, facing Yuri who’s now hiding her face behind the bear.

“Uhm,” She stalls. Eyes darting from you to the bear she’s holding, gripping it tighter. “So you know how Nako’s been seeing Hitomi for a while now?”

“Uh-huh.”

“They may or may not be doing things when theythinkI'msleepingnextdoor.” She rushes, cheeks reddening at the words that came out as she hides further into her bear.

Silence precipitates the room, giving you the chance to soak in whatever Yuri just said.

“Hold on.” You start, lips unconsciously curving upwards. “You moved out because you couldn’t stand them fucking?”

“It’s more than that!” She shouts, slapping you with the bear in such a weak manner it makes you laugh.

“They’ve been wanting to move in together so I thought I’d move out instead.” She explains, grabbing a small yellow box on the table. “They wouldn’t have to worry about looking for another place if I did.”

“Pretty selfless of you.” You comment, leaning back and watching her rip the carton apart. “What made you wanna do that?”

She bites her lip, hesitating, hands stopping from unfurling the bubble wrap covering something.

“Too much?” You ask again, knowing that this wasn’t about her roommate anymore.

“No, I’ve just…” She replies, before she turns to look at you. “I’ve been wanting to move out for a while now, you know? Nako’s been my roomie ever since uni, and before that I shared my room with my sister.”

“Ah. You have that dilemma.” You remember the decision to do it yourself. Your parents were fifty-fifty on it till you had to convince them it was better than hour long commutes to and from work. 

“Yeah.” She nods, going back to focus on the wrap. “You must’ve went through that when you moved out.”

“I mean, sure.” Solo living had its perks. Made you appreciate doing chores yourself, you didn’t have to worry about anyone else’s dishes being left in the sink. You could walk around doing whatever with complete privacy, and no one would bat an eye for it.

“It gets lonely at times but you learn to do things for yourself every once in a while.” You add, leaning back to enjoy the soft cushion, watching her open up a box of books.

“And that’s why you got me, dummy.” She teases, picking up one of the books and giving it a once over. You can see a very familiar tie as the book cover and decide to keep that away for safekeeping.

Because a box full of sextoys isn’t enough for her, you guess.

“You do live pretty close by now.” You nod, standing up to pick up another blue container. “We can meet up more if you want.”

“You just like free food.” She bites, stacking up a few books of varying sizes. 

“And you like my company.” You bite back, cutting the tape with the boxcutter, the ripping sound following each stroke. You won’t lie and say that you didn’t like the idea of seeing Yuri more often. Maybe even get a peak of what she’d be doing with one of those toys—

You immediately stop that line of thought and glance back at her after and notice one of the stacks she made was close to toppling. “Might want to put the biggest one on the bottom.”

“Shut up.” She looks down, biting her lip to stop the smiling forming on her face as she starts to fix up her makeshift jenga structure. “Anyway, it took me a while to find this apartment, and the movers were a pain in the ass to talk to.”

“What, they didn’t like that you had so much shit for a single person?” You grin, placing the cutter down. “You can always sell these things online.”

“What am I even gonna sell?” She mutters, arms up in the air as she stops re-arranging her novels on the table. She pauses, stares at the books, then looks up to you staring right back at her.

“Don’t say it.” She warns, shaking her head, eyes widening a tiny bit. “I swear to god, don’t you fucking say it.”

All you do is give her a smirk, extremely tempted to say exactly what you were both thinking. Her hands were already moving to hold onto a small novel, and while it may seem idiotic to tempt physical danger, it also sounds very fun to piss her off.

“The bo–” A thump resonates. A pained shout erupts. A groan follows.

“I told you not to say it.” She repeats, hands on her hips. 

“Worth it though.” You grumble, hand rubbing your chest where the book hit you. “You’ll get money on the side anyway, what’s the big deal?”

“Getting to know what to sell is a big deal, duh.”

“You’re unpacking. This is like, the best time to.” You place her novel book on top of one of her stacks.

She slouches, looking like she’s considering the idea when she starts glancing around her towers of books and the rest of the taped up boxes. “Promise you’ll help?”

“If you tell me why you have a box full of sextoys, sure.” You smile, sitting down next to her. Externally, you looked cool as a cucumber. Internally, you were dying.

Why the fuck did that come out of your mouth, you wonder. You should’ve just agreed and be done with it but now the awkward silence was eating you alive.

“...Oh my god.” She groans, leaning back onto the couch. “I thought we already went past that!”

“Did we?” You shrug, taking another glance at her stack of books, pretending that you were completely okay with what you just blurted out. “I never agreed to that.”

“I hate you.” She smacks you with her plushie. “I seriously do.”

You laugh, flailing your arms to protect yourself from a bear. “No–you–don’t–”

She hits you a couple more times before she eventually stops—from exhaustion or from being lazy, you don’t know—and glares. Eyes narrowing, lips flattening, mind deliberating. All the while the bear is just staring at you.

The bear’s got a pretty cool hat you have to admit—

“Fine.” She states, lips slowly transforming into a grin. “If we still finish before dinner.”

“Yeah, I still get food though right–wait.” You stop, jaw dropping slowly. “Seriously?”

“Yes, seriously.” She answers, crossing her arms around the bear. “I’ll even give you a live demo if you want.”

“I think I’m good with the story, thanks.” You chuckle bashfully, hands raising in surrender. Not that watching her fuck a dildo wasn’t hot as fuck, it’s simply very bad for your mental and physical health to be given a clear view to that show.

“You sure?” She draws the words out, smirking and teasing. She leans in, her hair falling, getting closer and closer till you can feel her breath on your face. “You don’t wanna see me suck on a strap like it’s your di–”

“Yes I’m fucking sure!” You answer—scream, really—as you stand up, away from any more of her teasing because your hands are starting to get that itch instead of your mouth. You scratch that itch by going back to the mundane job of grabbing boxes.

You don’t notice the grin on Yuri’s face become absolutely feral.

The next few hours were spent unpacking everything else that was still trapped in their boxes, and anything that she thought she could sell she’d leave in the living room. A bunch of books, extra cables, some plushies she has.

You’re sitting down on one of her chairs for a short break when you let your eyes wander the room. Aside from the large cartons that you both decided to leave for later, the place was halfway there to becoming a home.

It inevitably lands back towards her—it always does—where she’s pulling her shirt up to wipe the sweat off her brow. It also lets you have another peek at her waist, the same pair that you held with your own two hands on that wedding.

There’s always that lingering thought in your head on what her bare hips would feel like, caressing them, tracing every inch of skin with your fingers and wondering what her moans would sound like.

Your mind strays, imagining her face when you trail them upwards, moving closer and closer towards her chest, watching her features morph into something filthy. Begging for you to do more. Touch her, kiss her, tame her.

It’s a good thing they’re just thoughts and not actions cause you don’t know if you’d be able to stop yourself from doing all of that given the chance.

Her offer to give a live performance is enough to make your cock twitch. Add your thoughts into the mix and you’re becoming a horny teenager again.

You exhale through your nose, quietly, hiding it through a tilt of your cup and a sip of cold liquid.

“You never answered me earlier.” You let out, getting your mind out of the gutter for once. 

It’s been happening too many times today.

“About what?” She peeks over the rim of her glass.

“About when you moved here.” You reiterate, elbows on your knees, placing the cup down on her coffee table. “What’s up with that?”

“Technically I started yesterday.” She scoffs. “But I had this place for a few weeks now when–”

She goes on about how she found out about the apartment through Yena and went with her mother to get an initial view. She got a deal to own it after a few years with a down payment and had the movers prep all her items throughout the weeks and have it all delivered in one go.

“I remember one of the assholes tried peeking down my top when they were moving the couch.” She gripes. “Wasn’t even trying to be subtle about it cause he kept sticking close, the creep.”

“...Do I need to talk to the guy?” 

“Mom already handled it.” She answers, standing up to pick up a few leftover cartons, giving you a grin. “But I’ll keep the offer in mind in case I need to move again.”

“Open up one of the big ones while I put these away?” She says, already walking out to her front hall. You could’ve been seeing things but she might’ve been putting a bit more sway in her hips.

“Sure.” Your feet are already moving towards one of them. “Offers always up when you need it!”

And you’re back to the grind. Open, unpack, store.

Except she’s ramped everything up to eleven. 

Intentionally bending over in front of you to show off her ass in those short shorts—you’re totally overthinking it when you thought you saw a small indent in her shorts—or giving you another look underneath her top; Her bra’s this dark blue that’s almost black—it’s a bra for fuck’s sake.

The small touches become more apparent. Less boxes, more space, no reason to take the long way and keep walking in front of you for a touch of your forearm instead of anywhere else.

And the looks she’s giving. The winks she’d send your way when she catches you glancing. The bite of her lip when she’s trying to force her way inside a box. 

Now this isn’t just mere coincidence anymore.

It’s bothering you a lot; You feel like the air conditioner isn’t cold enough, you’ve been drinking a lot more water in between breaks alongside the snacks that Yuri’s kept feeding you with. 

If this wasn’t paranoia, you don’t know what it is.

Then again, you agreed to this the moment she convinced you to help.

You walk back from her bathroom after placing down some medical supplies in one of the cabinets—You really need to have her sell some of her things—where you find her laying down on the floor, now clear of all the rainbow colored cartons save for one last box. 

“Want some more water?” You ask, already heading to the kitchen, grabbing two glasses from her cupboard.

“Please.” She lazily throws an arm up towards you.

“Sit up.” You hold out her cup. “Or else I dunk you in it.”

You honestly could. Just shower her in water and soak that baggy shirt of hers, giving you an excuse to ogle her tits–

“Alright, alright.” She gets up to lean onto the sofa seats, grabbing the cup from your hands to take a sip. “Thanks.”

“It’s your house, I’m here to enjoy the free drink.” You sit down on a chair across from her.

“Always food with you.” She smiles underneath the cup. “Too bad you’re getting that story.”

“Speaking of which,” She continues, “Can you get the box from my bedroom? It should be by my desk.”

“Is it that box?” You put the cup down. “It’s that box isn’t it?”

“Are you actually scared of a box?” She giggles. “Yes, you dummy, it’s that box. Now go get it already. It’s important for the tea.”

“Do we really need it?” 

“Of course we need it dummy.”

“Just–making sure.” You cough, clearing your throat before doing as she asks, nervous anticipation consuming your thoughts.

You shake your head. You really need to stop with these things. 

She wouldn’t actually use them in front of you anyways.

So you distract yourself, focus on getting what you need, and get back to Yuri. It also gave you a chance to look around the place.

Her apartment started to look lived in, her shelves and cupboards full of items, the boxes all folded up and placed near her front door for recycling.

It looked a lot better than it was when you came in, that’s for sure.

You spot it immediately after coming inside her room. It was very her for the plushies to be used as a guitar stand alongside her many, many novels and right next to her keyboard standing near the desk.

Not even a day into living here and she’s already managed to make it into her own. Gotta give her props for that one.

Well, maybe not for some of her clothes still strewn about in her bed.

You can’t stare at it. You won’t. It’ll make you start thinking about what she’d look like in them. What she’d look like without them.

You booked it straight to the box—still black, still closed—your head staring at it, damn near putting holes in it as you walk out of the bedroom to avoid anything else except for the piece of carton in your hands.

Right into even more trouble.

The very first thing you noticed when you came back into her living room was her shorts on the floor.

The sounds registered after. The squelches, the moans, the gasps. All so low, so lewd, so incredibly fucking fucked hearing it all come from her.

You’re almost tempted to go back to her room and leave her be. Pretend you never saw anything, play the dummy that she always call you by.

But you look up, because what you’ve been imagining for so long is right in front of you and the devil in your shoulder is whispering all the dirty things that you’ve been wanting to do with Yuri. Do unto Yuri.

Everything.

And boy, was it a sight.

Yuri made herself comfortable on the couch, legs spread with a hand between her legs, blue-ish black panties that matched her bra pulled to the side with a small silvery object playing in her fingers rocking back and forth into her tight ass. Her other hand’s busy pinching a nipple, her shirt ridden up to her chest along with her bra.

She’s easing into the plug, teasing herself, the tip all wet and shiny from what you think is lube. You can see her tense up every time she pushes it in, mouth trying to bite a piece of her shirt to stifle her moans.

Didn’t really work, but the view.

Hips rocking with every thrust, the plug slowly disappearing into her, thighs shaking, muscles rippling. The hand on her tits hasn’t stopped pinching and squeezing. Everything about her looks so fuckable in all the ways you’ve thought extremely hard not to.

It almost made you drop the box, with the sound of saving it alerting Yuri to your presence.

“He-Hey.” She moans, pushing the entire thing deep, taking all of it into her ass before fixing up her panties. “You were taking too long.”

“I–” You start. Your mouth stays open for a good while, trying to think of something to say. You can’t.

Because you don’t exactly know what to say when someone’s fucking herself on a butt plug in front of you.

“You want-wanted to know about the toys right?” She says, letting the plug settle, hand pulling away from it to cup her tits. “C’mere and give me one.”

You follow, mouth still stuck in that perpetual curse of being unable to move as you sit down right next to her, box in hand. 

The box moves from one pair to another. Yours to hers, where the flaps open once more to show her very bright collection of dildos, vibrators, and handcuffs.

Yuri’s planning something devious, or ambitious. Could be one, could be both. She hums, eyes looking through her box, tongue slipping out of her mouth to lick at her lips. 

Definitely both.

“Pick a toy.” She asks you, face full of perverse mischief, hand roaming over her wares. “We can take turns choosing.”

You were completely still, stuck from earlier, mind processing; Embedding the image of Yuri playing with her ass into your head like a core memory of hers that you would never delete from your brain.

“Yuri–” You exhale, making her hum—purr, really, but who gives a shit at this point. “Are you seriously asking me to pick a fucking toy?”

“Duh. They’re all clean by the way, so touch all you want.” She answers, rolling her eyes, leaning back into the couch’s arm. Her shirt’s still ridden up, her breasts out in front of you, nipples hard from her earlier teasing. “Or do you want me to go first?”

She’s already reaching out to the black carton, decision made on what she’d be showing you—or using on herself—before you cut her off with yours.

“The dildo.” You say, one of your arms picking it up. It was the same one you first found when you opened it earlier. Red, large, and girthy, something that looked like it would fill her up all the way. “This one.”

You hand it over to her. It looked comically large in her hands, yet she’s all grins and giggles when she brings it closer to her mouth, tongue already lapping at the tip of it.

“Would you believe me when I say that this is the first one I bought?” She’s slobbering all over it, sucking on the first few inches of the toy, tongue flicking and licking to get it all wet and ready for her.

Her eyes are closing, moaning as she takes it deep, likely imagining that she’s throating a real cock. Yours is twitching at the thought of it being yours that she’s fucking her mouth with.

“This became one of my faves too.” She lets out, biting her lip as she lowers it down to her clothed pussy, rubbing it over herself. Her panties are stained from earlier, a wet darker patch of it in the middle. “Other than the vibrator, but I use both anyway–”

She cuts herself off with a strangled moan, her hips raising, arching as she presses the toy into that spot, rubbing it in, wetting it even more with the saliva that stuck to it.

Jesus Christ, is all you can manage to conjure up in your brain as you watch her edge herself with her favorite fucking strap. The thought of pulling her panties aside never seemed to cross her mind because she’s pushing it inside her to no avail.

“God, the things I did with this fucking thing–” She’s babbling, starting and stopping about how she’d always use it whenever, wherever, whoever.

“Fuck, I’d just use this to get off when I needed a good dicking–” It’s probably why she never goes out on dates even when everyone’s telling her to go on them. Who needs a boyfriend to satisfy her if she can do it herself anyway?

“Had to-god-to get the smaller ones cause I couldn’t walk in public with this.” That gets you thinking, pacing, recollecting every moment you’ve been with her if she had one stuffed inside of her pussy.

“Yena even borrowed one of them–” Now the vivid picture of Yuri and Yena sharing the red toy with each other, fucking each other with it, wondering how’d be on top, is painted inside of your mind.  “And she still hasn’t given it back, the bitch–” 

You might never look at Yena the same again with that.

All the while Yuri’s kept on going, hands never quite stopping with her metaphorical blue balling. Her underwear is completely soaked with her juices, even marking the couch with the damp spots underneath her.

“Fuck, Yuls–” Your cock’s been straining against your pants since she’s started, in dire need of relief from the confines of your clothes. One of your hands comes to undo the draws of your sweatpants to relieve the tension but you’d think the air can get you off at this point.

“Fuck me, huh?” Her tongue paints her lips before a question—a very dangerous one, you might add—comes out of her mouth. “Is that what you want?”

“God yes,” You confess, eyes roaming all over her. From her delectable thighs, her perky tits, her adorably sinful face; It’s all so ruinable. “Wanted you ever since–”

“The wedding?” She cuts you off.

“Even before that.” 

“Tell me.” 

So you do.

Tell her that it happened at that university reunion party you all attended. It was pretty memorable, considering that’s when Minju was officially announced ‘out of the market’.

Yuri was blonde then, wore this green dress that hugged her curves and showed her off in all the right places. That was the first time you ever saw her outside of baggy clothing or the tamer casual wear she has on.

It didn’t help that she stuck to you like glue for the majority of it all. You and her were making sure Yena didn’t do something stupid when she had a bit too much to drink.

You tell her how much you wanted to pull her into the bathroom and rail her against one of the stalls; You would hike her dress up and pull her underwear down and go to town on her pussy, not caring if anyone walked in and found out about it. 

Watch her face morph into a state of euphoria as you give her a nice, thick load at the end of it. Steal her panties so she’s forced to go back out there glowing from the aftermath and dripping with your cum.

Her eyes are closed all throughout, hand lazily circling the dildo over her, clinging to every single word, and all the dirty things you wanted to do to her that day. It gets her even more riled up hearing you talk like that, judging from the way she’s pushing the toy harder through the cloth.

Then she grins, pulling at the fabric covering her cunt at the same time she pushes. Whether it’s to tease you or to pleasure herself, you can say both and you’d be rewarded, just like she’s doing to herself when she stops for a moment to hike up her legs and take off her panties.

It’s left dangling on one of her legs when she brings it back down and spreads them once more, wet pussy out in the open. You wet your own lips at the sight of it, wanting to put your cock in between her legs and feel how hot she would feel.

Even the butt plug is mocking you, the shine of it inside of her ass barely visible because of the grip that she has on it. 

“You-you wanna know something funny?” Her eyes are locked into yours while her hands are back to playing with herself, grinding back on her toy. The lack of ruined underwear makes it even better for the both of you. “I had this plug on my ass that day. Fuck, I even had this on ever since we talked about moving in.”

You two were fucking hopeless.

She slides just the tip in, relieving all the built up tension she’s had for the past few whatever long time has passed and the moan she lets out sounded heavenly, the relief of everything crashing down on her.

“It was my first time too,” She continues, slouching down further into the couch to give you a better view of her ass, holes filled up with her toys. “Having it in me in public. I was so fucking horny that day that I probably would’ve let you fuck me in that bathroom–”

The red toy goes deeper inside of her, shutting herself up with her own actions. A whimper rings out, her thighs trembling with each thrust of the dildo into her drenched cunt.

“Wish th-this could be your cock–” She squeals, biting her lip to stop the perverse giggles that were trying to sing out of her. “You’d stretch me out so well–”

You couldn’t take it anymore. All the stories, the teasing, the view of Yuri fucking herself to the thought of you. You’re bursting at the seams, needing to chase your own pleasure this time.

So you stand up, a visible tent in your pants—she’s already eye-fucking it—and grab something different from her collection; A vibrator, all white with teal highlights because of course she has the classic one.

You turn it on, watch it whir for a moment before turning it off. You turn your head back towards her, still fixated on your pants, your cock, before you take a step. Her breath hitches.

Take another, and you stop to take your pants off. Quick, crass, it did the job to relieve your own stress as your length is freed from its confines. Yuri visibly shivers in excitement.

One more, and you’re cock-to-face with Yuri, her gaze finally looking up from one head to another. 

“Holy shit.” It’s only two words, but those alone speak volumes. She reaches out, gripping you at the base, before she starts to lazily pump away at your shaft. “You’d ruin me for all my toys with this.”

“Would I?” You ask, moving to grope one of her tits. She felt so soft against your hand, so perfect. You needed to feel every inch of her, squeezing, pinching, tugging. Move from one breast to another, and you’re addicted. “All those toys, and I’d ruin you?”

“You fucking would.” She arches, hand between her legs moving faster, no rhyme or rhythm to it. Only a need to cum, and she didn’t care how she’d achieve that high. She pulls you closer, your cock resting on her face, the tip of her tongue having a small taste of you. “Because a real cock would feel so much more better.”

She starts kissing your cock, making out with the head, lips glued to you. Her tongue’s twirling and flicking and dousing you in her spit. She moans, the vibrations thrumming over you, making you clench your legs.

“Yuri, what the fuck–” You steady yourself by leaving her tits to grip her head, the other still holding onto her vibrator, waiting, begging to be used on her. 

“This already beats out sucking on Glassy.” She even has a name for the damn thing, and it’s not even made of glass. “I can feel you throbbing.”

And you were, when she presses you back to her face. You are when she giggles, giving you pecks all over your length. And you still will be when she inevitably goes back to sucking your cock.

Her hands pump what she can’t put inside of her, wetting your shaft, surrounded by the hot feeling of her mouth that shakes you to your knees. She has the perfect grip on you, stroking you just fast enough to keep you aching for more.

You don’t know if she’s practiced on a dildo to suck somebody’s—your—dick. Not that it mattered if she did it for anyone else.

Because it’s Jo fucking Yuri that’s loving your cock right now, and that is a dream come true.

Her cheeks hollow, tightening her lips around you, just like yours hands are around her hair. It might’ve hurt her scalp. In reality it turned her on even more, bobbing her head quicker, taking more of you inside her mouth.

Then you remember: You’re holding onto one of her toys too.

A finger is pressed on a button, and it begins humming low, drowned out by her filthy fucking slurps. She’s too entranced with your cock to notice that you’ve brought it down to her chest, letting it massage one of her tits.

She hums, eyes closing, enjoying all the sensations she’s feeling. It’s all a fucking mess; From her sucking you off to fucking herself on Glassy. And she’s enjoying every single minute of it.

She mutters something; Too hard to understand with your cock in her mouth, too obsessed with your cock to let go of it. Girl can’t even bother to let her lips go off your head. So she speaks with her actions instead.

Her hand leaves the base of your shaft in favor of your forearm, resting there while you move the vibrator from one nub to another. Still set low, massaging her breasts slowly, pressing it into her. 

Yuri even incentivizes it. She starts going at you faster, getting messier and messier with spit starting to drool down her chin. She keeps uttering indescribable things while she’s at it, and you can’t understand a single fucking thing.

“You know I can’t understand what you’re saying.” You pull at her hair, popping your cock out of her lips, now pouting at the loss of her new favorite toy.

“I was enjoying that.” She whines, trying to push herself back onto you, pulling your arm, anything to get you back. “You taste so good, I could just suck on you all day.”

“I’m not exactly part of your collection, Yuls.”

“Yeah you are.” She retorts, shaking her head at another attempt to escape your grasp. “I have Glassy, and you are Dummy.”

“Fucking–Seriously?” You’re in disbelief. Known each other for who knows how long and she suddenly treats you like an object. “I’m a toy to you now?”

“Of course not!” She grins, hand finally coming up from her legs with the sex toy. She’s waving it around, drenched in her juices, glistening in it. “I love each and every single one of them.”

The implications are damning, yet your lust-addled brain is too horny to comprehend that fact.

“So who’s this?” You ask, pressing the vibrator into her chest, watching her tits sink in. You so badly want to suck on them, make her cry out when you bite one of her nipples. But you save that for later. 

Right now you have other priorities.

“Oh, Cherry?” She has a name for everything. “A friend got it for me when she went to Japan.”

The only one you knew that went to Japan recently was—

“You wouldn’t believe the stuff she has.” She grins, the hand on your arm pulling you downwards, to the dip of her breasts, to her midriff, and stopping just above her clit. “She’s crazier than me.”

“Having toys isn’t enough?” You push the vibrator, making sure to up the setting and make her thighs quiver. “Nothing’s crazier than that.”

“You-You’d be surprised.” She admits in the middle of her moans. “Cherry’s the real reason why I moved out.”

“Yeah?” You bring it lower, the head of it moving directly on top of her clit, and you repeat the same words she told you minutes prior. 

“Tell me.”

So she does.

Tells you all about that time when she overheard Nako and Hitomi over the walls of her old bedroom. All the moans they were letting out. They were trying to hide it for Yuri too, when she says that they were a lot more muffled than usual.

She just got the toy you’re holding; ”All the way from Japan.” She comments, and was wanting—dying—to try it out. 

“The hearing aid helped out a lot.”

She continues with how she used it in tandem with her other toys. Had it go in the same places you had it while she bounced on top of a dildo while she had another smaller one up her ass.

“I’ve always wanted to have this in my ass but it’s too fucking big–”

Her breathy moans sing out of her lips every few words, drawing her story out even more. Yet the pressure on her clit never really goes away, only being released for a short moment when she gets too lost in the pleasure to keep on talking.

She knows what you’re doing because she’s done the exact same thing to herself. All the words, the actions. It’s gotten to a point where the both of you are getting so close to losing all composure, yet you still want to carry on with this game.

So she carries on, giving you a play-by-play of what she did that night. It’s so detailed it makes your cock harder if that was even possible, made you leak pre-cum right there in front of her. 

She’s eyeing it of course, has been since she’s started talking, still deprived of your cock in her mouth. She brings her hand back to your shaft, gripping you, jerking you slow. Another comes back to her pussy, her toy pushing back inside of her.

Her eyes meet yours, and the face she makes for you is extremely tempting; Tongue pushing into her cheek, eyebrows wagging, eyes full of perverse ideas.

A pull of her hair stops her, and with a whine or a whimper, she keeps on going.

She admits how she got a bit too noisy after a while, louder than the couple at the other side of her room. She didn’t stop even when they did, if anything it got her hornier at the thought that they knew about what she was doing.

All her thoughts about that night was how much she wanted to get in on the action between the two. Yuri’s heard them so many times and the one time they took her into consideration her libido was at an all time high.

“It wasn’t the first time, either.” Yuri giggles, confessing that she’s gotten off to the both of them so many times at this point. The realization that she got caught that night made her cum all over her bedsheets.

The morning after was awkward for the both of them, she says. How Nako had to sit her down and tell her to stop being so loud with what she was doing. But that only spurred Yuri on, knowing that Nako was listening in on her masturbating to said girl.

Her hands haven’t been idle; Stroking you faster, fucking herself deeper. Her clit’s being abused by the vibrator that you’ve constantly held there, and you can tell that she’s close to cumming her brains out.

Her hands haven’t been idle; Stroking you faster, fucking herself deeper. Her clit’s being abused by the vibrator that you’ve constantly held there, and you can tell that she’s close to cumming her brains out.

She’s all twitchy, legs and arms and mouth just begging for you to turn it up to the max.

“You are just…” You pause, trying to find a single word in your limited dictionary of horny thoughts. A lot of words spring up to mind, but only one really fits the description of Jo Yuri in this very instance. “Such a slut.”

“Yeah?” She cackles, depraved, debauched, deafening. Her entire being is screaming it, and you are loving every second of it. “Cute innocent Yuri being such a closet perv, who would’ve known.”

“Be-Bet you didn’t think of that when you wanted to-to dick me down at that party.” She’s abandoned Glassy in favor of bracing herself to your arm, the shaking in her thighs intensifying as you turn the vibrator up a notch. “Like–Fuck, like you wanna do me right here on this couch.”

You want to confirm something. It’s been gnawing at you ever since she’s decided to ‘obtain’ you as part of her collection. And just as she was about to cum, you slow down.

“One more.” You press a button, and the humming dims.

“One-one what?” She can’t focus anymore, so you turn the toy down to low and watch her exhale in annoyance. “What the fu–I was so close!”

“One last toy you gotta tell me about.” You answer her, tugging her hair back and making her fall back down into the sofa. “Swear on my rank I’ll make you cum right after.”

She’s taking deep breaths, her entire body having these micro spasms, angry and disappointed at her orgasm being halted as well as urging her to finish the job herself. But she decides to indulge you.

“Fi-Fine.” She accepts, “Which toy?”

You reach down, yanking the toy out of her pussy, a guttural mewl spilling out of her followed by a  yelp as you throw the vibrator away and pick her up by the waist. You take her place on the couch, ignoring the fact that there’s a giant damp spot where she sat—you’ll help her clean it up after—and manhandle her into your lap.

“This toy.” Your cock is pressed to her lips, dripping with need. You can feel the heat in her legs. “Tell me everything you want to do to me.”

Yuri takes a moment to regain her bearings. It doesn’t take long for those words to register in her head, and when it does, she looks you dead in the eye, and grins.

“Fucking perv.” She comments, grinding onto your lap, shirt up and thrown out of her frame somewhere into her apartment, her bra following soon after. You can feel the heat radiating off her legs and the cold plug in her ass. “Wanna hear me say how much I’ve wanted your dick?”

“I told you mine.” You slide a hand up to one of her tits. “Tell me yours.”

Her grin’s turned into this lewd smirk. Combine that with a bite of her lower lip, and you might as well forget about what you asked at this point.

“Remember that bachelorette party,” She’s edging herself with your cock now, toys all but forgotten. ”When you came to pick me up after we got in trouble with the club. That’s how long I’ve wanted you.”

She’s on a roll, going over all the times she’s gotten wet to the thought of you. The wedding, the after party, every night, to right fucking now. She hasn’t stopped rubbing her folds—like you haven’t been groping her tits—cock in between as she starts to lose herself one more time to the pleasure.

“Watching me fuck myself, having me suck your cock–” Her eyes are fluttering shut, the utter perversion of her words taking over the both of you, pouring gasoline into the already raging inferno of your libidos. “You could dick me down right fucking now and I’d thank you for it.”

Fuck it, you’ve heard, seen, and felt enough.

You grab her by the waist and lift her like she’s another damn box to unpack, and push into her in one smooth thrust. You’re both gasping at the sensation, her arms wrapping around your neck, yours around her hips.

“So much better than my toys.” She sighs out, finally getting what she wants. What you both want. “You’re fucking throbbing.”

“And you’re so fucking tight.” It’s unbelievable how true those words are, gripping you so snug every movement makes her squeeze you oh so harder. She’s had that dildo inside her for so long that it made fucking her all the more easier, and all the more better. You slither a hand down to have a feel of her ass, giving it a little pinch before you start to lift her up and down your length.

Her moans ring out in your ear alongside the kisses down your neck as you bounce her on your cock as if she’s your sex toy now. She’s not idle at all however, hands tugging your hair, her hips rolling in your palms, tits pressing up against your chest. 

“S-Shit, you’re the best.” She gasps, needy pants airing out straight into your eardrums. “Don’t think I’ll ever go back to my toys after having this dick all to myself.”

“What makes you think I’m yours, Yuls–”

“Shut up, you fucking dummy.” She cuts you off, straightening up before bottoming herself down, taking your entire length. “Thought about this for weeks. Got myself off at the thought of riding you.”

“I know you’ve thought about it too.” You can barely understand a word, her pussy almost suffocating you. “Fucking told me all about it, you dummy. And now you’re mine.”

She starts doing the repetitively damning motion of lifting herself up and slamming herself down on your cock. She was slow, enjoying the way you fill her up, taking every single inch of you before she rides back up again.

Her hands are still on your shoulders, staring right into the face that’s enjoying every small bit of Yuri’s doing. Every hip roll, every squeeze, every bounce; It is everything and more that you’ve thought about with her, and you are craving to have more of it.

You snap your hips up just as she comes back down, giving her ass a squeeze. The gasp she lets out when you do add a slap to the same cheek is like getting hooked up on drugs.

“And what does that make you, huh–” You’re grabbing onto both ass cheeks, keeping her steady as you take back control, setting a rough pace that makes her leave scratch marks on your shoulders. You catch glimpses of the cool metal of her butt plug on your fingers, still fitted so snugly inside of her ass. 

“Wh-What do you think?” She retorts amidst the cries of bliss that you’ve caused. 

“Say it.” A hand creeps down to the metal, giving it a tug before placing it back in. The guttural moan that comes echoing into the room makes your cock throb harder inside her, as if it wasn’t already throbbing enough for her.

“N-No–” She’s lost all control of her body, surrendering it to the pleasure she’s feeling yet she’s still putting up a front to you. Pretending that she hasn’t when you both know she already has.

“Say it, you brat.” Another slap to her ass before the both of you pause.

Yuri stares. Gives you that look you’ve seen a million times by now. Her entire body’s sweating, hair matted to her face, even with the cool blow of the AC. The playful glint in her eyes that never seems to leave, and you can’t help but be lost in them for just a moment.

And utters two words. Two words that caused you to come right down to reality, and snap.

“Make me.”

Your grip moves to her waist, hard, enough to leave marks on them as you start to pound into her needy cunt, as if you want her to regret ever saying those words. 

She won’t, and she never will. Doesn’t mean you won’t try.

“Oh my god–” Her hand braces itself onto her couch, absolutely ruined by what you two have done to it. “Give me more, fucking wreck me–”

You don’t stop. Make her perverse moans turn into desperate gasps in the air. Turn her body into mush in your hands as you do in fact, wreck her pussy for anything and anyone else.

Fuck her till she has tears in her eyes from how good she’s taking you. Until her toes go numb from all the curling.  Until she can’t take it anymore. Until she begs.

“Say it.” It’s a mantra you’ve repeated all throughout. Everytime you fuck her so close to cumming before you stop, slow down, whatever it took to keep her from reaching that high.

And she’ll keep denying it. Keep saying all these different ways to tell you no and you’ll keep forcing it out of her. Keep fucking it out of her.

It’s a game. Some fucked up, depraved version of an unstoppable force meeting an immovable object. Neither of you want to lose, but the both of you oh so want to win.

So you start cheating.

Your mouth moves to her chest, taking in one of her nipples, twirling the nub over and under your tongue and giving it a messy suck. You can taste the sweat off of her, that surprised gasp ringing in your ear when you give her a bite.

“Yes, fuck–” She moans, hands wrapping around your neck, mixing through your hair as she leans further into your mouth, keeping you locked in her entire frame. You’re hammering into her harder, the couch protesting in silence at the stress it’s received today. “I’m so close, please, please–”

You murmur those two words, the repetition breaking her down, sending the vibrations straight into her chest with a swipe of your tongue over a bud before clamping back down to suck on her tit.

Your other hand isn’t idle, dipping down low between her legs, your hand getting a coating of her juices before you bring it back to her plug, using it against her. Pushing, pulling, teasing her tight, delectable ass.

You repeat those two words one last time, reveling in the fact that you’re ruining her for everything else, just like she said you would. Feel her legs start to tremble, waist start to shake, face start to get a rosy hue from all the teasing. All the fucking.

“Please, please keep going, I-I’ll say it, just–” She’s pleading, demanding, begging, for you to finish what you’ve started. “Just make me cum!”

“Swear it.” You’re making her work for it, pushing that plug all the way in to her ass, making her take every inch of the plug as you fuck her into her much needed orgasm. 

You only need her to speak the words you’ve been wanting, no, needing to hear into existence, and you’ll give her what she wants. What her body is naturally telling her to do.

Yet she’s lost all manner of speaking, syllables coming out as broken moans because you’re not giving her a chance to rest. The heat of her pants brushes your face when she brings you up from her chest to meet her gaze. Yuri lets out this silly drunk chuckle, before her lips crash into yours.

It’s needy, it’s soft, it’s messy, it’s her. It’s a way of agreement, and you respond with fervor. Tongues meld, grips tighten around each other’s bodies, an urge to take everything this brat of a woman in your lap is giving you rising deep within your chest.

You accept it, all of it, and you return it in earnest by finally giving her what she wants.

You all but rip the buttplug out of her ass at the same time you bottom into her, and she’s reached that high she’s been denied for so long.

Yuri seizes up, abruptly pulling away from your lips as her jaw slackens, back arching as a silent scream is frozen on her features before she starts to shake, jerk, convulse everywhere. Her thighs, her chest, her pussy. She’s gushing, spilling herself all over your cock, the couch, the floor, and you’re left close to your own end.

Yet you pepper her neck with kisses, holding her as she trashes about on your lap. Give your entire focus on her, one of the most beautiful things you’ve seen, and the moans and whimpers that followed were so…fuck.

In that moment all you know is her, completely enraptured by the view of her being undone. Let her break, and watch her be remade. Her teary eyes return back to you, and she regains her bearings with a cup of your cheeks.

“Yeah,” She lets out a weak laugh, leaning in to press her forehead to yours. “Definitely the best.”

She leans in, pecking your lips. Then another, and another, until she’s showering you with them.  She’s following it up with these giggles that sounded suspicious.

“Give you my spare key if you give me yours.” She whispers after leaving a kiss on your cheek. It’s a sign of an unspoken promise between you two. One you wholeheartedly agree to.

“If it’s an excuse to spend more time with you,” You reply, thumbs circling her hips. “Then it’s a deal.”

“Like you would say no after this.” Yuri laughs, before a flicker of realization crosses her face, followed by a short roll of her hip that makes your cock jump inside her. “You haven’t cum yet.”

“Close.” You groan, fingers tightening around her hips, head lolling to the sofa back. “Really close.”

“You gonna cum inside me?” You can see the perverted amusement twinkling in her eyes, lips turning into a smirk. “Make me swallow your thick cum? Maybe cum in my ass. You would, wouldn’t you, perv.”

“Christ, Yuri–”

“You’d cum on my face though, right?” She’s given you all these options but the brat’s already decided where you would cum. “Shut me up with that cock, make me choke on it, fuck my face till you burst–”

You’re not going to fall for it. Not gonna pull her off of you and get her down on her knees and cum all over her—the thought makes your cock twitch—when her pussy’s pulsing around your length, trying to milk you of your cum. You feel like you’d cum when you pull out anyway, and she would probably consider that a waste.

So you grab her hips and flip her on her back, pull her legs up to her chest, and give her another sloppy kiss. She moans into it, even as you shove your tongue down her throat just to get her to stop talking. You didn’t even realize that you'd placed your hand on her neck when you pull away.

“Just shut up and get fucked, Yuls.”

You give her throat a squeeze, firm enough to make her gasp, make her eyes blow out and this shit-eating grin forms as you slam into her, fast and rough, with no regard for her at all this time.

“That’s it.” She’s hooked her arms around her legs, keeping them upright for you, giving you all the leverage in the world to fuck her into the sofa. “Use me as your toy, make yourself cum. Fuck it all inside me, I’ll take it, I promise I’ll take all of it for you–”

“I said shut up.” You clamp down harder on her neck, feeling the vibrations of her gullet as she moans into every harsh thrust. Her walls are clenching around you, drowning you in her juices, making it so much easier to drive your hips down harder, urging you to flood her with your cum.

Yuri’s fucking you up with your eyes too. Her eyes are starting to roll back, jaw gaping in struggling sobs, perky tits swaying at every movement, a desire to slap the flesh stirring deep within you.

But you can’t. Not when you’re so close to filling her up with your cum. Your hips get punchier, unfocused. Keep hitting that spot that gets you dizzy from how tight and wet and amazing she feels, taking the hand out of her neck in favor of pressing down on her legs.

She’s almost folded in half, but she’s taking your cock so well, her wails burrowing the slaps of wet flesh against each other as she experiences another orgasm, and the last few thrusts makes your entire body tense up and you finally let go.

Every spurt felt larger than the last; Each rope of cum being unloaded deep inside her. The pleasure was immense, the feeling of filling her up seemed endless, giving her deep thrusts as if you wanted to fuck the cum deeper.

You don’t think you can ever go back to your hands after this.

You’ve collapsed on top of her, completely spent as you move your arms to rest on each side of her face, brushing a stray strand.

“So much…” She mutters, glassy eyes looking up at you, wrapping her arms around your nape. “It feels so good.”

Ditto, is all you can muster up, too tired to move a muscle. You can’t help but stare at her. The matted hair, the drool on her chin, the sweat of her skin, and she’s positively glowing after being wrecked.

She presses a kiss on your forehead, before dropping back down on the couch. “You’re helping me clean this up.”

“Anything for you, Yuls.” You blurt it out without thinking, and the giggle you hear makes you smile.

“Dummy.” She utters, giving you a small peck on the lips before pushing you up. “Come on, get up. I need to make dinner.”

“I thought I wouldn’t be getting free food anymore.” You chuckle, sliding yourself free from her. The both of you let out differing versions of disappointment in your mouths—hums, moans, whines, groans. 

“I’m hungry.” Is all she needs to say. “But we both need a shower first.”

“Is that an invitation?” 

“No.” She denies, pouts, thinks, then smiles. “Maybe after dinner.”

[catssluvr]

dating pre-crash travis headcanons <3

꩜ Is a bit closed off earlier in the relationship but once Travis starts getting more and more comfortable around you there’s nothing that can make him shut up.

꩜ Doesn’t have much of a big friend group and you are his absolute best friend, no one knows more about him than you. Needs to vent? You. Has news? It’s you he’s running to tell. Is excited? Will yap to you.

꩜ Loves to hang out in his bedroom while listening to some music and reading comic books - well, he mostly reads them while you read whatever you like.

꩜ Lets you draw doodles all over his arms when you’re bored in class, smiling sickly in love as you do hearts and your initials together.

꩜ Sooo teasing when he wants to, smiles smugly as he makes you so flustered you can’t even utter a word like normal.

꩜ Follows you around like a puppy everywhere and pretends to be offended when anyone mentions it but he actually doesn’t care at all, will gladly call himself yours.

꩜ Holds your hand at any chance he gets. On the bus home, walking in the school halls, under the table in class or dinner. Brushes his thumb against your skin in the softest way.

꩜ So giggly when you’re both alone, does not look like the usual Travis everyone else sees.

꩜ Blushes so deep whenever you use certain pet names like ‘baby’ or ‘love’, feeling like his heart is all mushy from love.

“Aww are you blushing, baby?”

“Shut it < :|”

꩜ Acts really tuff around other people but as soon as you show up he immediately turns way softer. This not to say he doesn’t try to act all strong around you too but one look from you and he can’t help but bring his walls down.

꩜ Literally turns putty in your hands whenever you run your fingers through his hair, practically purring and looking the most sleepy ever.

꩜ Feels incredibly special whenever you steal his clothes, doesn’t say a word about it normally but will be looks way more your way that he already does. Is so sure you don’t notice - you do.

꩜ Hates to show you whenever he’s upset and refuses to ever cry in front of you at first because of the whole ‘boys don’t cry’ agenda. But is unable to not crumble when you wrap him in your arms and tell him gentle words.

꩜ Travis’ favorite way of cuddling is laying on top of you with his head on your stomach, nuzzling into your soft skin and placing a kiss there from time to time. Looks way more adorable than he thinks with his cheek smushed and lips slightly parted.

꩜ Is like a teenager when it comes to making out, is in to do it at any time. And he doesn’t even necessarily want anything else, he just really likes kissing you.

꩜ Has a cassette with all your favorite songs and plays it whenever he’s missing you or if you’re away for a few days. Would never ever tell you about it though.

꩜ Is a fan of giving you gifts but doesn’t like to make a big deal out of it. Slips a letter inside your locker or leaves a necklace he bought for you on top of your bed before he leaves for your house. Likes to slip the little bunch of flowers he picked up on his way to school into your hand quietly.

꩜ Are much probably his first everything. His first kiss, his first girlfriend, his first time. Really holds a lot of devotion and trust for you because of that.

꩜ Travis is so freaking loyal to you, will lie for you without a second thought. There’s also not a chance he will cheat on you, this man loves you too much to do that.

꩜ Gets so sulky when you two have a fight and give each other the silent treatment. Ends up forgetting all his stubbornness and running to apologizing to you.

꩜ Will love it if you have a good relationship with Javi, even if he doesn’t admit it out loud. Really likes that you’re like a second sister to him and might even feel envious of how easily you can communicate with him.

[00-jammy-00]

YAN FUCK BOY HAS ME FOAMING AT THE MOUTH

Can you do a one-shot where he is constantly trying to get reader to sleep with him, but they are busy trying to maintain their own athletic scholarship?

-🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿 anon

Yan!Fuckboy HC’s

Yan!Fuckboy x GN! Athletic! Reader

Content warning - Yandere themes, obsession, pathetic yan, nsfw mentions, horny yan

A/N - I wasn’t sure if you wanted this as an established relationship so I just made it like that anyway, I also tried to leave the sport as unlabelled as possible 😭 This is also a bit short so I’m sorry 🙏🙏

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Yan!Fuckboy who was never known as a patient man, especially when it came to things he wanted. So when his own partner decided that they would rather be playing sport than be around him? He felt like strangling the next person who came near him.

Yan!Fuckboy who will never deny that he loves seeing you play. I mean seeing your ass in that tight uniform stirred up all different kinds of feelings inside of him but when you were neglecting him for it? No.

Yan!Fuckboy who tried his usual tricks to get you to pay attention to him. When you closed your locker, he stood there leaning against it with a rose in his mouth, he would walk you to and from classes, he would drag you to his practices to show off how cool he was while also going to yours to cheer you on from the stands and yet none of it worked.

Yan!Fuckboy who quickly got irritated and started to whine, he clung to your arm constantly while begging you to touch him. He was soooo horny baby! Why couldn’t you see that?! Even when you were over at his house you told him that a comp was coming up so you couldn’t have sex. Now he had to play fucking animal crossing alone and he couldn’t even rant about his ugly villagers because you were too busy doing fucking sit ups.

Yan!Fuckboy who got sick of it when you stopped mid make out session to go practice because your alarm went off. You’re fucking joking. He was seething. You were so pretty when you were training but he’s getting so sick of it. He’s horny! He needs you!

Yan!Fuckboy who eventually just ripped you away from practice. He was your boyfriend, you were his. You were going to win anyway, he bribed every referee for your games so why the fuck were you worrying about this?!

Yan!Fuckboy who practically drags your ass into the bedroom. He was going to get his dick wet whether it was by him fucking you or you pounding him with your usual sweet, sweet hate sex. He was only satisfied after you both passed out

Yan!Fuckboy who cuddled you for days afterwards. He finally had you to himself without a single book in sight. Safe to say, when you won your next games, he gave you a good celebratory dinner and some even better sex.

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[jjsloverre]

a true blessing- j.m

in which… after trying for so long, you finally get to tell husband!jj that you’re pregnant when he returned from work.

contains… fluff, cursing, very happy husband and that’s it! based of this ask (not proofread, writing this in parts!)

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4

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this couldn’t be a worse time for jj to be at work. two pregnancy tests on the bed, both read pregnant. you yearned for jj to be here to experience this with you, but he had an important shift and couldn’t leave. you’ve had the signs for two weeks. late period, weird cravings, morning sickness and all.

you say home for at least 4 more hours and then jj creaked open the front door, making his way inside to greet you. “hello my beautiful wife! how was your day— wait what’s wrong why are you crying?” he looked at you with a concerned look. “i um..” you started. “have something to tell you.” jj sensed your nervousness, and sat you down. “okay baby! what’s up?”

you braced yourself for the words that are about to come out of your mouth “jj… i’m pregnant!” jj’s eye lit up, he almost passed out from the excitement. “you really are? are you sure? how many tests did you take? i thought you couldn’t get pregnant?”

“i didn’t.. i didn’t think so either but that’s okay right?”

“more than fuckin ok… i’m happy as fuck! ok so… i’m actually going to run you a bath because you don’t need to be on your feet long and i’ll make you dinner. cmon mama bear, let’s go.”

jj ran you both a nice, warm bath. “how do you feel pretty?” you smile and splash him with a bit of water. “i’m really pregnant! i’m so happy! i can’t contain my excitement!”

“i know you’re happy princess, and i’m happy too. i love you.”

“i love you more!”

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the past few weeks have been stressful since you both found out you were pregnant. the hormones have been borderline unbearable, you’ve become more clingy toward jj, not that he didn’t like it; you felt you were being a burden to him.

while jj was at work, you missed him like crazy, you needed him. so you decided to call him, beg him to come home and cuddle with you.

“jj? i miss you so much, i can’t do this! please come home to me, please come home…” you pleaded in the phone. he listened, as he usually would. “yes ma’am. i finished all my work already i’m on the way.”

just as promised, jj was on the way in an instant, grabbing some snacks, random foods, whatever he thought you’d want. “sweetheart i’m here!” jj yelled for you. he scrambled to the kitchen to immediately cook something for you. “jayj!” you walk into the kitchen with him, instantly attaching yourself to his body.

“i missed you so much… don’t ever want you to leave me…” you whispered. he picked you up and tried to also focus on the cooking missed y’more baby.” he spoke back to you.

“am i too clingy?”

“no pretty you are not. and i’m extremely grateful that you are my wife.”

jj eventually sets you down, even as you protested, his arms was getting tired and he tried to focus on the task at hand. “jj! i want you to hold me again!” you whimpered to the blond boy. “mama i will pick you up as soon as i’m don’t making dinner ok?”

“you promise?”

“yes ma’am.”

just like that, you knew for a fact; you had the most perfect husband in the world.

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[lovekawaas]

valentines day special! <3

how you celebrate valentines day with you jjk college boyfr!

ft: k. nanami, s. gojo, t. fushiguro, s. geto, c. kamo, s. kong

cw: none; not proofread

wc: 1.3k words

a/n: happy valentines day!! i hope you spend it with your special someone or those that you love!!

k. nanami

kento is such a romantic

the whole day is curated to you and you favorite things while also tying in part of your relationship from beginning to where the two of you are now

he brings you to a nearby cafe letting you pick out whatever you like, indulging in all of the sweets of your choice

after, the two of you head to a musuem letting the day pass you by as you wander inside

your time there is spent with lots of sweet couples pictures, long gazes at the paintings (or so you think, kento can really only ever stare at you), and hand holding as you pass through the gallery

when you leave, kento brings you to the bookstore where you guys met and lets you pick out any work you want

when you get back to his apartment, he tells you just relax, put on music of your choice while he starts to cook dinner for the two of you

you offer to help but he declines so you just sit on the counter and look pretty

while eating dinner, he tells you he has one last surprise for you: a gift

a letter to you that he wrote when you first started dating and a necklace with three gems on it: your birthstone, his, and the stone of the month in which the two of you got together

his thoughtfulness never fails to bring you to tears

c. kamo

it's a bit of a learning curve with choso because you're his first girlfriend ever!

he isn't quite sure where to start so he goes to the best place he can think of to get some advice: his younger brother yuuji

yuuji advice doesn’t help him too much; all he really says is that whatever he does he should do it from the heart!

choso is stuck and doesn’t want to ruin the day for you!

you are his first-ever relationship and he doesn't want to disappoint you or make you upset

he decides to use the skill that he knows best: his artsiness and creativity

ends up making you a vase at his ceramics studio to put some flowers for you in

he specially picked the floral arrangement himself so that it would be something you would like

also makes a beautiful painting of the two of you for you to put up in your room

vakentine's day with choso is full of heartful homemade gifts that really unleash and show his creative side

the night is spent with the two of you in his dorm room admiring the gifts that he got for you and lots and lots of cuddling

he opens up to you about his worries and how nervous he was to try and find you something that you would love

you calm his worries with a kiss assuring him that anything he could have gotten you would have been perfect

s. gojo

the most annoying charming man on the planet of course has to be the most obnoxious person on the day of true love

he's so cheesy and cliche but that's why you love him

he invites you over to his frat and when you get there he makes all the pledges serenade you by singing pony by ginuwine

it makes you cringe so hard watching fraternity men try to hit the right notes but you can only imagine how hard satoru made them practice so that it would sound just right for you

after their silly performance, he takes you out to a fancy restaurant and brings out all the stops: huge steaks, champagne bottles, chocolate cakes with sparklers coming out of them

the sauce on the side of the cake is heart shaped and there's a little ring placed in the middle

you see it and shocked you look back at gojo

he reassures you that it's only a promise ring but he can't wait for the day that he can give you the real thing

after dinner he leads you to his room, the floor leading up to the bed is covered with rose petals and on the bed they spell out "i love you" in the middle of a heart

you turn back to satoru and jump in his arms to embrace him for all the stops he pulled

s. kong

valentines day with shiu is a little bit expected, but not in a bad way!

the two of you go on a drive (because of course you do)

but the place he takes you to is a little bit different this time

you end up at a barren field in his hometown, far enough away from the city that the skies are so clear that you can see the stars out

you get there right at sunset so you can watch the beautiful view

of course, shiu will always think that the sight of you is much more stunning

he can't help but stare at you the whole time as you gaze off into the distance

once the sun goes down, he opens up the trunk of his convertible and reaches in to bring a basket of food for the two of you to share

a picnic under the stars with his favorite girl, what could be better than this

at the bottom of the basket, shiu pulls out a little red velvet box

a promise ring just for you that has your favorite colored stone on it

it's beautiful and makes you tear up just a little thinking about the future of your relationship

the two of you talk for hours, reflecting on your relationship and how far the two of you have come

eventually, he brings out a blanket too for you guys to sit on the field and cuddle

the night ends with his warm embrace and a kiss to your forehead as you guys cozy up in the fields looking at the stars above

t. fushiguro

before you, he never was a big fan of the holiday

he slept around campus a lot before you, having a long string of flings but nothing ever too long-term

but being with you gives him a new outlook on the holiday

when you sleepover in his room, usually he'll bring you home a bagel after his morning run

but on valentines day it's a little different

he comes home from his run with your favorite drink to start your day and a few donuts frosted with red and pink creams shaped like hearts

"happy valentines day ma" he tells you as he presses a kiss to your lips setting the donuts to the side on your desk

the kiss deepens starting to get more and more passionate (as things usually do with toji)

but before things can go any further you hear a knock at the dorm door and toji encourages you to answer it

you walk over to open it only to be presented with a pledge holding roses and a card

the inside reads "lovely flowers for the girl i love most. happy v day"

though it isn't with verbal words, this is the first time toji says he loves you (and he says it first)

closing the door behind you, you practically pounce on that man

no need for the gym on valentines day when you have toji and his dorm bed

s. geto

on valentines day, you and geto keep it very lowkey

he's not one for huge grand gestures but it's fine you really don't mind

that doesn't mean he doesn't make an effort at all for you

he calls you to tell you that he has a surprise for you and that he'll come grab you after your class ends

when your class does end you exit and find him waiting outside for you with a bouquet of your favorite flowers

Immediately you thank him, sealing your gratitude with a kiss

he's quite sentimental so when the two of you make it back to his apartment away from campus, there are pictures of the two of you from throughout your relationship hanging all throughout the living room

standing in shock, he leads you to the kitchen counter where cake and letter sit waiting for you

he baked it of course (because he's literally perfect at making sure that it was your favorite flavor with the frosting dyed your favorite color to match

the letter is a long exclamation of his love for you explaining how he felt when you first met all the way to how you guys are now

he knows he doesn't express himself too much out loud so he wrote it to show just how much he really does love you

[princesssmars]

winter wonders.

some abby anderson thoughts tied to holly jolly!

wc : 2.342

contains : fluff. wlw relationship. some nsfw i mean its me. oral sex r!receiving. mentions of past abby and owen. college hockey abby and skier reader again.

a/n : this scenario has infested my brain i wont move on! and its embarrassing how i started this in febuary but its december again soooo a+ procrastination?

palestine : tlou2 + palestine , how to help <3 enjoy!

abby is such a lover girl and she shows it constantly. i showed it in the full fic but one of the sweetest ways she shows affection is feeding people and taking care of their wellbeing.

text her that you're exhausted after class? she's making a quick meal and giving you cuddles on the couch. if anything is bothering you she is doing whatever she can to make it better.

and as much as abs loveees to take care of you, to the point where you think it's ingrained into her very being, she also loves to be babied and taken care of! the first time you sew her a stocking for christmas when you were snowed in at the dorms she cried for an hour.

i just know she loves it when you're physically affectionate as well. she finds it so charming and silly how when she tries to press a sloppy kiss to your cheek in a cafe you'll jerk back like you've been burned, not wanting to be seen as a sap, but behind closed doors you're alll over her.

pressing gentle kisses to her fingertips when you're both reading before bed. gently massaging her thighs after she went too hard at practice or in the rink. once you two had been invited to a movie night with the crew, and after she volunteered to make the popcorn she came into the living room to see no spots left. she was prepared to take her spot on the floor, but you had gotten one of the three couches to yourself because of your own leg injury on the slopes. before she could even crouch you tugged her over to you, her waist between your legs as you held her from behind. jordan was probably calling her whipped for how she melted into you, eyes fluttering as you brushed your fingers through her hair. she didn't really care. for now.

feel like she tries so hard to maintain good communication in all of her relationships. she's had friendships crack and break because of rumors and miscommunication and she wants to keep everyone she's close to around for a long time. she tells you once she learned it because of family therapy she did when her dad adopted her siblings yara and lev, who you sadly missed during your shared thanksgiving. you think it's adorable how she shows so much love for her family, constantly talking in her family group chat and sharing stories about her day with her little sister and brother.

didn't delve too much into it but being abby's new years eve kiss... she takes it very seriously. if you have to use the bathroom you better hold it because she is gonna bring in this new chapter of her life and she wants you to be there as long and as closely as you can be <3333

and you just know she is so so so good on valentines. yes she does get your flowers delivered while you're out and about during class or at your part-time. probably has a corny little card attached saying 'snow secret ice crazy about you'. almost so cute it makes you want to vomit. in a cute way!

if you want to go all out? say no more. she is booking you an entire day of romantic activities and spoiling you to your heart's content. but all i can imagine is having a nice and intimate dinner in a cozy little restaurant. cuddled up inside the booth as she admires you like you're an angel that's come into her life.

get her some chocolate-covered strawberries and she will swoon. but get both of you custom engraved bracelets with your initials? you aren't leaving the house for a week. have fun.

so not being original here but i def feel like abby is studying medicine. maybe not neuroscience like her dad, her hands aren't the best after so many hits and falls on the ice. but i love the headcanon of her going into the subfields of muscles or sports medicine. maybe even pediatrics because we all know she'd be the best with kids. she wants to pursue hockey full time, but she won't let it get in the way of her academics.

speaking of kids...

abby always says she's known since your first date she was gonna marry you. you would always roll your eyes and tell her to shush with a barely contained smile, but you both know a part of her isn't joking. there aren't words i can think of to say how in love she is with you, someone so similar but so different that she gets excited just at the thought of growing older together with.

she doesn't think there will ever be a dull day when she sees you. she'd take every mood swing, every petty fight, and every bit of insecurity if it meant she could just wake up and see you every morning. but she knows it's early, you're both still young and haven't ever started your careers yet. on your birthday, after taking you to a beautifully planned surprise party, she stands you in front of your mirror and presents you with your gift. its a necklace, simple yet intricate with two interloping hearts. you don't say anything, and she doesn't say anything, but your hearts swell and she hugs you tightly from behind.

once she makes sure you're okay with holiday activities trust she will keep the two of you busy all of december. she runs over her and mannys christmas decorations like a soldier, trust she will be up to date on any new trending decor items that pop up in the nearest hobby lobby or home goods store. she would absolutely love to go to a winter market and buy some gifts for her family and friends, picking up and admiring any little vintage trinket she can find.

and i just now she’s a christmas movie fanatic. dedicates a whole weekend in december for the two of you (or the whole group!) to get some hot chocolate, bundle up under the covers and watch holiday themed movies until you can’t take it anymore.

(feel like she’d be such a traditionalist about it though. it takes a heap of convincing from you and manny to let her put die hard in the movie rotation.)

but abby can be such a chill (haha) person. when you first met her you thought she was a cocky piece of shit, but over time she showed you how understanding and calm she could be. she doesn't like getting angry at people during the day, preferring to let out her anger during hockey games. but trust if someone is being a dick to one of her friends or you, she will put them in their place.

after

she is really good at ice skating. which sounds silly because duh, she plays hockey. but one day you watch a youtube video about figure skaters switching places with hockey players and you ask her to see if she could do some of the moves. she's a big girl but also insanely quick, and when she does a lutz on the first try you're more than shocked.

but also not! because abby is nothing but persistent. which is why when she asked you to teach her how to ski you thought any higher power up there was laughing at and testing you. at that point it had been months since you restarted your training with your father. it was hard, balancing your life with working out and spending hours every week practicing on the local fake slopes, but it was thrilling to be doing it because you wanted to do it. and thankfully your injury was basically gone.

(although sometimes you would fake like it was paining you so abby would set you on the bed and massage and take care of you. but who wouldn't do that?)

but when abby asked you to teach her you were nervous. not because you doubt your ability, hell no, just the opposite. nora had come along to one of your sessions, and when a young fan came up to you to ask for tips, all a tired and overworked you could say was "just be good at it." ever since she had teased you, throwing the worst joke you'd ever heard and saying you were going to turn into your dad. you didn’t talk to her for four days after that.

but you decide to give your girlfriend a chance. you warn her ahead of time that because of your dads teaching style growing up, you wouldn’t be too perceptive, and her size might make her momentum gain too quickly. but again, your girl was nothing if not persistent, listening to your words and placing a kiss on your cheek with an “i got this.”

she did not. she did at first, easing down the short slope with the caution of a giant baby deer, and doing a victory pump the first time she made it down the bunny slope while nearly tripping. things were good!

until jordan, sweet, stupid jordan made some bet that abby couldn’t ski down the intermediate slope for a video to send to her teammates. and like a moth to a flame, she got up the slope as fast as she could and tried her very best, before falling on her face halfway through. she wasn’t too badly hurt, laughing at the way you fussed over the small cut on her cheek.

this wasn’t the first time you witnessed some of abby's athletic determination. you wouldn't lie and say it hadn't afflicted you sometimes, able to recall the multiple times you and your girlfriend had made bets about who could do the most reps in the gym or run up the stairs quicker. it was all sunshine and rainbows until one misplaced pencil on some stairs led to you tripping into her and the both of you landing in a heap of limbs at the bottom of the stairs. you are more than glad that no one else was in the hall at that time.

not to say her over-achieving nature was all bad. there were definitely quite a few times that her aggressive behavior on the ice when her teammates showed premature defeat for an opposing team made you a little hot and bothered in your seat, eyes tracked on her body as she pushed past opponents like a bullet train.

and it is more than helpful in bed. one weekend you’d returned to your own apartment in a shitty mood from classes and skiing problems, ready to just eat some junk and rest in bed for two days straight. but of course, as soon as you texted your plans to your girlfriend she was over at your place in not even fifteen minutes. she had plenty of snacks and your favorite sweatshirt of hers to wear. but she could tell after a while into watching a movie you were still in a pissy mood, so she decided to help you relax in another way.

unfortunately, your sour mood was too strong as you’d yet to reach your peak after twenty minutes with abby in between your legs. it really was a shame, she looked so pretty when she was concentrated down there. you gently push at her forehead and lament that it’s no use, you're somehow too aggravated to have an orgasm.

your palm gently pushes at her forehead until she’s hovering over your cunt, a slight tingle running up your body when you see her blissed-out face and slick-covered mouth.

“abs, it’s just not gonna happen tonight. I'm way too stressed out.”

her eyes scan your face before her brows do that thing - the furrow she does when she gets an idea in her head that she just has to see through.

“just let me try for a little while longer, okay baby?”

and god, you couldn't say no to her when she looked like that and you were so pent up. you give her a small nod and watch as she rushes off the bed to the bottom of your bedstand to grab an old vibrator deep in one of the drawers.

“how’d you know where i hid that?” your voice is breathless as you watch her resettle back between your legs, turning on the vibe with a small smile on her face.

“because i know you. besides, need to know where to get things in case of emergency.”

you were going to laugh but then she’s immediately attaching the vibrator to your clit at the highest setting, a strong hand holding down your hips that buck up into the sensation and gripping your waist when you try to run from it.

let's just say when the night ends you are officially destressed.

uhhh back to. winter!

really think she’s in her element during this season. she’s in the huddle of her hockey season, gets to wear all of her favorite sweatshirts and hoodies and take long walks through the city as the snow ghosts over her face.

and just like i said earlier once she realizes you’re okay with the festive stuff? get ready for winter-themed dates.

one of your new favorite memories with her is definitely sitting on a plush blanket on the floor near her balcony door, the gentle downpour of snow a backdrop to your mini picnic date as you make s’mores and treats with an electric tabletop and share stories and kisses with wine-stained lips <3

abrupt ending but im trying to finish off things just lying in my drafts lolll uhh happy holidays yippee!

[njstokkis]

dream

huh yunjin x gn!reader

synopsis: yunjin headcanons <3

word count: 600~

warnings: fluff; really really short oh lawd; yunjin being kind of chaotic; this is low-key self-indulgent oops; author is lonely on valentines day so they're writing this to cope; just random yunjin thoughts; not proofread at all so if there's errors I'm sorry ㅠㅠㅠ

a/n: i don't think I've mentioned but english is NAWT my first language 😭 pls go easy on me (go whattt???) also, tysm for the support on the last fic???? omg i wasn't expecting so much but i really appreciate y'all interacting, it makes my day!!! I'll try my best to write more in the future, thank you in advance for reading!!

• physical touch is a BIG thing in the relationship, this girl genuinely can't stand a second without touching you. PDA queen.

• you're working? she's plopping down on your lap or sitting next to you.

• you're going out? trust me, she's gonna be all up over you, (with discressions in case of paparazzi of course) holding your hand, wrapping an arm around your waist, showing EVERYONE you're hers.

• you're going to the bathroom? hey, it's her again, this time she's literally holding your hand outside of the door as you do your business. she's just like a puppy. (puppy yunjin soon????????)

• she doesn't care whether if it's the smallest touches, (although she'd much rather be stuck and molded to you everyday), she just needs to feel that you're next to her. like linking your pinkies together, thigh touches, hugs, cuddles, whatever works honestly.

•this girl LOVES pet names

• yunjin's favorite to use is probably jagi (love) or baby, and you'd fawn everytime she says it. (real)

• she'd say it so casually too, like answering your calls or responding to a question etc, etc.

"hey darling, you okay?"

"oh, baby, be careful!"

"of course, my love, anything for you." (she proceeds to exaggeratedly wink and throw up finger guns, biggest dork ever)

• even before you got in a relationship, she'd still called you petnames from time to time, and you'd discreetly try to hide your face, trying to not let her know you're down bad for her as she teases you. like UGHHHHHHHHHHH. (sorry)

• remember when I said dork?

• yea so

• dorkdorkdorkdorkdorkdorkdor-

• like she strikes me as the type to be able to talk about her interests for HOURS on end, to the point where you have to forcefully make her shut up (wink wink). jk you can't, she just starts back up again after a while.

• probably forces you to watch documentaries on jellyfish and explain the facts further so you understand better

• you pretend to hate it but come on...it's yunjin, so you just roll your eyes with a small smile and pretend to be annoyed while you listen to her rant

• oh you bet your ass you're spoiled ROTTEN when y'all go out.

• she'd give you her card and be like, "take your pick, my love."

• like GIRLIE???

• she'd take you out to dinner dates and secluded fancy restaurants, and she'd pay for every single one of them.

• literally slaps your hand away when you offer your cash or card, and gets upset cuz the AUDACITY of you to think that you had to pay when SHE'S the one taking you out??? lunacy.

• SO many inside jokes.

• like people literally look at y'all so weird, cuz wtf do you mean there's these bitches howling; doubled over even; in hysterical laughter in isle three????

• you're her muse, like need i say more.

•she loves to just whip out her notebook and start writing random lyrics when you guys hang out, or spend time together. her creativity just flows so much better with you, at least according to her.

• she'd be the type to serenade you randomly, like you just woke up and you'd just see her sitting on your bedside, guitar in hand, her phone propped up on her thigh, idly scrolling. her eyes lighting up as she notices you slowly wake, quickly getting her guitar in position.

"y-yunjin...? what are you doing..."

"but iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii caaaan't helpppp falling in loooooovvveeeeee withhhhh youuuuuuu~"

"baby, it's...7 a.m."

• overall, she's the cutest dork and you love her to death for that.

[skullypettibone]

hello, I present some smutty rookanis content, from an anonymous tumblr user who has 30 minutes to spare:

1. Rook and Lucanis never feel more loved or secure in their feelings for the other than during “we were both asleep but woke up in the middle of the night and i can’t remember who started it but now we’re having sex” sex. they stay quiet, because they don’t need to say anything to each other to know what the other is thinking, and they may be in darkness, but they don’t need to see each other to know exactly how the other feels. sometimes it’s a way of comforting or grounding themselves after a nightmare or anxiety fuels their insomnia, but not always.

2. in a similar vein, Lucanis is a man who’s going into his third decade of being touch-starved, and Rooks of most backgrounds are probably touch-starved too. so Lucanis really loves the “cuddling” sex positions. spooning, or laying on their sides face to face while he’s inside of Rook or their hands are on each other, something like that. obviously the orgasm part is nice, but he could lay beside Rook, their skin touching, forever. and sometimes, he tries. quiet murmurs to encourage Rook to slow down and take their time, a hand gently gripping Rook’s hip to keep them from moving.

3. I know a lot of people love sub Lucanis, but that man is a switch, because I say so. and honestly, I think Lucanis would have trouble submitting at first. he wants to submit, and he trusts Rook— he just struggles to feel that he deserves to have someone take care of him in such a deep, sincere way. but once he finds himself in his subspace the first time, then it’s so much easier for him

4. not enough people appreciate the fact that Lucanis is a smug little shithead! that man is the meme of the cat smiling while a knife is held to its throat! and yes, Lucanis is a romantic, but he’s also really competitive. once he gets to a place of being confident enough in his relationship with Rook that he can recognize that sex can be a silly little game people play together, he becomes an absolute menace that loves teasing Rook

he and Rook will be flirting, then he’ll drag Rook into an alley in Treviso, pull them close, make a few innuendos, give Rook a smoldering look, and then give them a quick kiss on the cheek before turning to go back to the market. he and Rook will get dressed up for dinner at a nice restaurant, his hand will be on Rook’s upper thigh the entire gondola ride the way there, and during the entire meal, he will make the most suggestive hums and moans and sighs — it’s just because the meal is so wonderful, and has nothing to do with ruining Rook’s patience.

I also hc that Spite is present but generally disinterested in sex, until Lucanis begins to be a little more playful. then Spite is determined to “win” against Rook by lasting longer, making them come more or harder. Rook and Lucanis realize that they’re both the winners, but Spite hasn’t learned that yet

5. the look Lucanis gets in his eyes in game, during the final romance scene where he’s kneeling before Rook and looking up at them? that’s just what he looks like any time he goes down on Rook. and that’s exactly what Rook deserves, after putting up with so much bullshit — a partner who has the softest, most adoring expression on his face while giving head

I....I think I hauve covid

[cottonlemonade]

A Rainy Day

word count: 690 || avg. reading time: 3 mins.

pairing: post-time skip husband!Kita x chubby!Reader

genre: tooth-rotting fluff

warnings: spoilers

request: watching Hocus Pocus with caramel popcorn, dressed as a princess with Kita || fluffy, staying inside on a rainy day with husband Kita

It had been raining all day. You sat by the large window in the living room, the book you brought with you to the armchair lying long forgotten on your lap while you watched the front yard fill with puddles. Your husband was busy in the kitchen, asking you to please relax while he took care of dinner. From the smell of it, you guessed your favorite stew was bubbling on the stove and cinnamon rolls turned golden brown in the oven. When a truck slowly drove by on the now muddy dirt road you woke from your trance and sighed. You had looked forward to today all week. The rice was ready to be harvested, making your husband leave before dawn and return after dark, exhausted and in desperate need of a long hot shower. He’d climb into bed behind you to be the big spoon, his calloused hands gently mapping out every curve and squishy pouch of his wife’s body for comfort before falling asleep only a few minutes after his head hit the pillow.

During this time it had taken a bit of rational persuasion and a whole lot of puppy dog eyes to make him take a day off to rest and maybe go out for a picnic to enjoy the last warmth of the fall sun before parkas and turtlenecks would be retrieved from the back of your wardrobe.

But of course, the rain didn’t care about your plans. You allowed yourself a short pout before getting up and walking over to the closed kitchen door. If you were already stuck inside, you at least wanted to kiss and cuddle your husband as much as possible before the following morning called him away again.

“Honey, can I come in?”

You heard shuffling on the other side and the door opened to reveal Kita with a little flour on his cheek.

“What would ya do if I said no?”

“I’d be really sad and also would start questioning if you’re having an affair with the toaster.”

He grinned and stepped aside.

“Then by all means come on in.”

“Oh, this looks delicious!”, you gasped, taking in the heavily laden tray of steaming goodness that sat on the table. The back door was open and a light spray of rain glistened on the tiles.

“Want me to get the plates?”

“I already set everything up for dinner.”, he said as he grabbed an empty bowl to fill it with rice fresh from the cooker.

Two portions of this were then carefully added to the tray and he grabbed both handles, lifting it with ease. You temporarily zoned out again seeing the taut muscles in his forearms as he did so.

“Wouldya mind takin’ the umbrella, love?”

Your husband nodded toward the open backdoor where, sure enough, your large black umbrella leaned, still dripping slightly.

You did as he asked and following his example you slipped into some garden sandals on the patio and made sure to keep him and the food dry as he led you over to the greenhouse.

The big pots with various herbs and small citrus trees that were usually kept in the back, stood outside the door, leaving lots of free space that was now taken up by a picnic blanket and camping lanterns. A small bouquet of flowers, undoubtedly picked from your garden, was arranged in a glass vase with a few raindrops still clinging to the blossoms. Next to them sat the little speaker from your kitchen that quietly played from your favorite playlist.

You still stood in the door, clutching the umbrella while your husband now used a ladle to divide the stew.

“Ain‘t ya hungry?“, he asked, sitting back on his heels.

Stumbling over the threshold you left the umbrella next to a shelf of cabbage seedlings and finally joined him. The rain had let up a little and only politely tapped onto the glass roof now. Kita handed you a cup of tea.

“I can‘t believe you did all this.“, you managed to say.

Your husband just shrugged and raised his cup to yours. “For you, petal, anything.“

art: @cookiechochop on Twitter

a/n: request for @ennoshitas-princess

Thank you so so much for this soft request! I hope you enjoyed it 🌟

[lavandulawrites]

NSFW Alphabet with Dazai

Dazai x female reader

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT

This is my first time writing NSFW. I still hope you like it<3 Dazai is pathetic<3

Masterlist

Word count: 1321

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Despise his laziness, he does bring you some water and clean you up with a wet rag. If you are in need of a massage he will give you one. If he really is feeling energetic or he knows he really tired you out, he will draw a warm bath for you.

He really loves to just hold you in his arms and cuddle you.

B = Body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favourite body part on himself are his hands. He really like how long his fingers are and how they make you react.

His favourite body part on you are your tits. He loves how soft they are and how well they fits in his palms. He also really enjoys using them as a pillow.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He really loves to cum inside you. Not to impregnate you, but to claim you as his. He also enjoys the trill it gives him knowing you can get pregnant.

Dazai won’t say no to cumming on your tits or on your face. Seeing you covered in his cum really does things to him.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He secretly want to make a sex tape.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

It goes without saying that Dazai is quite experienced. He knows what he’s doing and he will guide your through it. However he’s completely new to sex with someone he loves. He is used to only having one nights stands without any commitment. You need to teach him about love and he will happily teach you everything he knows about sex.

F = Favourite position (this goes without saying)

His favourites are missionary and doggy. He loves being able to see your flushed face, but at the same time he loves seeing your back muscles tense with pleasure. He is however down to try whatever position you suggest as long as it doesn’t hurt.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

It depends on his mood really, but he thinks it’s important to not be too serious. Sex is something you should enjoy after all. He really likes to make sexual jokes while he’s pounding you making you burst out laughing.

If it’s a special occasion like your birthday or your anniversary, he will be more serious.

If someone have made him jealous, he will fuck you hard with a serious expression.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

It matches the drapes. He has no other body hair than his pubic hair and he has quite little hair down there. He keeps it kinda groomed. He doesn’t really need to trim it as how little it is. If you ask him to shave it he will.

When it comes to you, he doesn’t care whether if you have hair or not.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He is fairly romantic, but he’s most times pretty laid back. If it’s a special occasion or if he’s in the mood, he will treat you to a nice dinner before guiding you to the bedroom with a lustful smile.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He jacks off quite often. Not as often since he became your boyfriend, but still quite frequently. Of course he prefers your tight cunt to his cold hand, but sometimes he can’t wait. Masturbating does help him calm down and clear his head.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He’s really into blindfolding and bondage. He loves making you dependent on him. He also is a real sucker for fingering and eating you out. He’s pretty open minded and would love to explore different kinks with you.

L = Location (favourite places to do the do)

He loves to fuck you everywhere and anytime. The office on his desk when his colleagues are out on a lunch break, in a dark booth in a café, in a alleyway, you get the idea. His all time favourite place to fuck you are his or your bedroom. He really enjoys the intimate space.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

You bending down to pick up the pen (he definitely didn’t push off his desk in order to see your ass), the sight of your cleavage or your bra strap, the way you sway your hips or when you hug him. He gets turned on really easily when it comes to you.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do)

He won’t do anything that has to do with pain or choking. This is a absolute no for him.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill,)

He loves a good head, but he prefers eating you out. He will part your legs and hook them over your shoulders and devourer you like one would a five stars meal. He could eat you out for hours and he does. He will moan against you cunt and drool against your clit. It always results in him creaming his pants untouched.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual?)

He usually starts off slow and gradually gets faster and rougher. He also almost always renders you unable to walk after. When he is jealous however, he will fuck you senseless.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often)

He loves a good quickie. He almost always drags you into the file room in the agency for a quickie. Dazai does prefer proper sex, but he doesn’t get the hate about a quickies.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment, do they take risks)

He loves to experiment as long as it won’t cause both of you any harm. He loves to take risks and he often have you bouncing on his cock when he’s on the phone with Kunikida.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for, how long do they last)

His stamina is kinda average. He last for about three rounds.

T = Toy (do they own toys? do they use them?)

He owns some dildos which he uses on you. He doesn’t own any toys for himself. He doesn’t really see the reason to.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Dazai loves to tease you. It brings him such joy seeing you hiding your face behind your hands in embarrassment. He will tease you anytime and everywhere. It doesn’t matter if you are in public or not, he loves to slip his fingers between your legs and stroking lazily over your panties. He will pull back his hand with a mean chuckle when you whine.

Dazai often denies your orgasms when he thinks you have been too bratty. He isn’t too mean about it though, he hardly can say no to you anyway.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make)

Dazai is loud. He loves moaning into your ear and won’t shy away from getting louder and louder to get a raise out of you. He also loves dirty talking.

W = Wild Card (get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

He once stole one of your panties, which he jerks off onto when he misses you. You are completely oblivious to this.

X = X-Ray (let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

He’s big. He’s around 7 inches. His cock is pretty, with a thick vein on the underside.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

His sex drive is really high and he gets aroused really easily when it comes to you.

Z = ZZZ (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He falls asleep quickly after washing you both up. He will hold you tight against his chest as you both drift off.

[blingblong55]

His pretty girl -Vladimir Makarov

Based on a request:

I looved ur makarov fic n im here to request smth else w him, there's barely anything w him its sad How would makarov treat his dear wife when she's sick? I'm kinda sick rn so.. : 3 ---- F!Reader, wife!reader, husband!Makarov, nothing but fluff ----

A/N: short but good…I hope…

Vladimir was gone for some weeks. He couldn't come in contact with you so when you didn't show up to greet him he was worried. The drive home was usually calm but this time, he rushed it. Avoided all cars and soon, ran inside. The image he saw before his eyes, oh did it melt him. You were curled on the couch. The blanket slowly falls off your body. Used tissues all over the coffee table and floor. The tea was cold and your soft breathing gave him even more reason to clean the area as quietly as possible. Your shared bedroom was cleaned, all dishes washed and then he carried you to bed. The medication you took to sleep was so strong you didn't know he even carried you to bed. That entire night, he checked your temperature, kissed your forehead and held you against his chest.

When you got sick, the first time, he panicked, called a doctor and yelled at him when he said that all you needed to do was drink tea and take it easy. Now, knowing his pretty little wife too well, he knows all he needs to do. 8 am, have breakfast ready, with tea on the side and orange juice just in case you want that one more and it must be room temperature, not cold. He must put on some video as you eat because you like to catch up on some show as you eat. You like wearing his shirts more because you swear it makes you feel better, which is bullshit because he knows you like to just have a reason to wear his clothes.

He must wash all dishes, not complain about being tired because how dare he. Makarov knows this well mainly because it worked the first 4 times and this time it is the same. After breakfast, washing dishes, he has to take you on a walk, the air, the way you smile, oh he knows the fresh air helps that stuff nose and he also gets even more private time with you.

Lunch for a day or two is chicken soup, his grandmothers since he knows you loved it any time you were sick. Kisses on your forehead all day is a must, you know that. If you groan and push him away, he gives you a little frown and moves closer. "You know kisses are a part of the remedy, my pretty girl." He grins when you give him your lazy smile. Your face is hot from both the fever and from his lips. Once he and you eat lunch, he cleans the home and don't you dare walk to the bedroom, he has made it clear he needs to clean and sanitise the bed.

If he has a meeting, he doesn't go to it, it's over the phone as he is in bed and has you cuddled to him. You can't argue against it. Your husband must give cuddles while on the phone. It's a rule at this point.

At night, he makes dinner, makes sure it all tastes wonderful and then feeds it to you since wrapping you in a burrito can't let your hands move. It's a funny but cute image. You, sat on the couch, blanket wrapped around you which makes you look like a cute little bug as your husband feeds you dinner. Oh, the frowns and pouts you give to his giggle and laughter won't help, he just adores you this way.

After dinner, more cuddles and kisses come by. He calls it 'kiss the sick away.' When you lean on him he knows this is to sleep but he can't allow over 3 naps per day when you're sick. So, he carries you to the bathroom. Gives you your medicine, and takes the blankets, clothes and anything in between off you. The bath was set to a very comfortable temperature.

He undresses too and once he has both of you in the bath, he kisses your shoulders. Your warm back on his chest as he cleans your body with so much gentleness it has you leaning on him and smiling. "That's what you needed huh, pretty girl," he kisses your wet shoulder again and wraps his arms around you. You kiss his bicep and he chuckles. "Don't start, my love," he whispers. The lights dimmed, him and you…this is the perfect way to get better. He hums a song, the same one he married you to and the same one he hums when he is far from home.

"I love you, pretty girl," he whispers and kisses the nape of your neck. "I love you more," you whisper back. "We both know who wins this, so do you want to start this game?" He kisses your neck again and chuckles. In moments like this, in which the world is kind and calm, he appreciates life like any normal person would. "You always win, i want to win this time." You pout and know damn well he can't say no to his pretty wife. "Fine, you win this time but we both know I have a long winning streak in this game." He grabs your hand and kisses it. In his head, he already won. And in this life, he truly did.

A/N: Makarov and Ghost are the kind of man to give me a Hozier song kind of vibe and that is what feeds my fluff brain

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YOU, CLOUDS, RAIN

summary. tws coming home after a tiring day. genre. fluff/comfort. headcanons. warnings. just a lot of exhaustion. food mentioned in almost all of them and brief mention of crying in hanjin's. not proofread. pairing. tws x reader. wc. 714. request. requested by @xmhaoluvr!! a/n. these boys literally deserve the world. also this is literally what i need after today (i did nothing but still exhausted) lmfao 😭😭😭

SHIN JUNGHWAN ﾐ 신정환

Junghwan would still be in leader mode after a long day. As soon as he gets home he’s already asking you if you’ve eaten or need anything, and you’d have to tell him to slow down and rest. After waking up at the crack of dawn, performing all day, and having to keep track of all the members, he’s so exhausted. He forgets that home is the place where he can just relax. You’d help him unwind, making sure he takes a nice bath and eats a good dinner before cuddling up in bed. He feels so relieved that he has you to rely on, because for the entire day, everyone else was relying on him. 

KIM DOHOON ﾐ 김도훈

You could tell Dohoon was extremely tired the second he walked through the door. He falls completely on top of you. He doesn’t want to talk about it, all he wants is to fall asleep in your arms. You help him relax and massage his muscles if he’s feeling really sore. Once you make sure that nothing really bad had happened (he just missed you a lot and was super tired during his schedules), you’re happy to call in for the night early. Making sure that all your attention is on Dohoon until he falls asleep, even if you aren’t tired enough to sleep just yet. Him getting rest is what is most important to you.

CHOI YOUNGJAE ﾐ 최영재

Youngjae is usually so calm and gentle, but after a long day testing his patience for hours, he’s already past his limit once he gets home. He knows that if he tries to talk to you, he’d most likely say something he didn’t mean. So instead of letting you help him with food or a bath, he goes to shower by himself, leaving you in the bedroom to wait for him. He takes an extra 20 minutes in the shower just unwinding after the exhausting day. He feels so much better once he’s out of the shower, having cleared his head and worked the knots out of his body. He’ll want to get his fill of kisses before he falls asleep, relaxing further to your comforting scent. 

HAN ZHEN ﾐ 韩振

Hanjin is so relieved to be home after a taxing day, he’d most likely cry as soon as he’s back in your arms :( He definitely needs sleep, but more than that he wants to get as many hugs and kisses as he can. He refuses to sleep until you’ve completed your usual nighttime routine, involving skincare, matching pyjamas, and cuddling while watching a drama episode. He definitely starts dozing halfway through the episode because he’s so tired </3 But you would make sure he’s comfortable wrapped in your arms, not minding that you’d have to rewatch the episode again another day. Him getting rest is what is most important, and it warms your heart that he only wants to do it in your arms. 

HAN JIHOON ﾐ 한지훈

Jihoon crashes like no one else the minute he steps inside. He’s always trying to keep his energy up for everyone else the entire day that once he gets home it’s like his battery fully died. His eyes were already threatening to close as he took off his shoes, and you would have to keep him awake enough to eat and shower before he falls asleep. If he falls asleep on the couch before making it up to bed, good luck dragging him up there because he’s not waking up. You’d have to get him an extra blanket and make sure he’s warm and comfortable so that he doesn’t wake up in pain.

LEE KYUNGMIN ﾐ 이경민

Kyungmin always works so hard during the day that by the end of it, his brain has logged out. I think his tiredness would make him easily distractible, so while he’s eating he would zone out at one spot or forget to blink. You would be asking him questions, like if he wants you to run him a bath or if he needs anything else, but his brain wouldn’t even be able to process it. He’s sheepishly telling you that he’s fine, but you can tell he needs sleep so bad. He feels bad for how disoriented he is, but you assure him that you don’t mind and him getting sleep as soon as possible is most important.

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dating adult misty quigley headcanons <3

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ Misty loves you UNCONDITIONALLY, if you are right and also wrong. Would literally for you if that meant you’d be safe.

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ Probably has your location on her phone at all times because she can’t help but always worry about your safety. Also texts you from time to time to check on you when you’re apart.

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ Sends you cat memes while she’s scrolling online because she genuinely believes they’re hilarious (they really aren’t).

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ Packs you lunch almost everyday if you work, leaving you a sweet treat and a note in your lunch bag.

“have a fantastic day, sweetheart <3”

“don’t forget to take breaks, lovely!! :)”

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ Only person she trusts around caligula, enough to let you clean him and give him his meals.

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ Literally swoons whenever you wear her clothes, mostly if it is one of her cosy looking cardigans because you look extra adorable in them. Will wear them the day after you did so she gets to have your smell the whole day. Also gives you her perfume so you can spray it on your clothes.

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ Her favorite dates are staying in to watch mystery movies so she can solve them 3 minutes into it and impress you. As if you didn’t already know how talented she is in the matter of crime solving.

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ With that being said, Misty also enjoys taking you out on fancy dinners every once in a while. Feels euphoric every time you dress up pretty just for her.

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ Has your favorite drink memorized and likes to randomly drop it off at your work or house. Will even ask to get it delivered wherever you are if she’s too busy to do it herself.

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ Is so happy the day you move in with her. Cherishes getting to share a routine with you, even the simple things like doing skincare together or cooking dinner.

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ Is the clingiest ever, will cuddle up to you as you sit next to her on the couch or bed. Tucks her head into your neck with a hand resting on your chest to fiddle with your shirt.

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ Knows every single detail about you, including your expressions and reactions so she knows when you’re feeling down or not telling her something.

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ Misty is so jealous, hates whenever someone tries to get too close to you. Definitely lets her insecurities show whenever you take interest in anyone else even the slightest.

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ Is a very insecure person even though she tries not to come out as such. Is so happy when you show her your appreciation for her and will literally blush like crazy when you compliment her.

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ People pleaser, does everything in her power to make sure you’re happy with her.

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ Adores adores adores sappy couple stuff like matching outfits. Has a necklace with your initial on it that she refuses to take off. Will get so giddy if anyone mentions it.

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ Calls you every pet name possible, honestly never settles for one cause she thinks there’s too many good options that can’t go to waste.

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ Literally POUTS whenever you both have a fight, even more if it was over something really stupid. Is too stubborn to be the first one to say she’s sorry but will come sit next to you until you talk to her.

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ Will not leave the house for work without pressing a gentle peck to your lips and telling you how much she loves you. Misty lives for domestic bliss.

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ Kisses you like her life depends on it, gripping your shoulders in her hands while her lips hungrily invade yours.

slightly spicy ahead!!

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ Misty is a switch but definitely always likes to have some type of control over things.

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ Has you literally squirming under her in a matter of seconds without even having to do much for it.

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ Will tease you under the table while you’re eating out at a restaurant, fingers slipping inside your skirt until you’re too flustered to talk properly.

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ Has some kind of obsession with giving you love bites, leaves you full of hickeys on places only she gets to see.

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kento nanami n/sfw alphabet! ♡

✰ notes: This is only part one! Part two is coming soon. Merry Christmas and sorry about the inconsistency <3

✧ ! sfw below ! ✧

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

super affectionate. small touches on the hand, knee, shoulder, literally everywhere. not in a sexual way either, but in a loving and caring way.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

the friendship started by a accidental bump of the shoulder in the library. no big deal. until you started seeing him everyday you came in. he was definitely the first one to start to friendship.

him as a friend is so sweet, he would buy you things for big things like birthdays, holidays, promotions. he would take you out on lunches or dinners, but he would never admit it being a date.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

two cuddling positions he really enjoys are spooning and face to face embrace. spooning because he likes to hold you from behind, face to face embrace usually happens when you’re taking a nap. 

he loves to look at your face while you sleep, moves any strands of hair from your face. if you wear a bonnet, he’ll make sure no strands of your hair are visible, tucks every piece back in gently, careful not to awake you.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

hes such a clean freak, any dust in sight and it’s gone with a blink of an eye. nanami’s OCD goes through the roof, he hates anything with the smallest stain on it. his shoe got dirty once, took him half an hour for him to clean it properly.

his cooking is absolutely amazing. he’s got a cook in his bookshelf somewhere. nanami makes sure to take his time with the dishes he prepares for you, putting effort and love into it.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

in the most respectful way possible. he’s not going to straight up tell you with out a reason and just walk out, he would explain why he feels that way, trying his hardest not to hurt your feelings, but ends up doing it anyway. he offers the two of you could still be friends, but if you decline, he’ll respect it, and you’ll never hear from him again.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

nanami’s in no rush to get married, he would want to spend a few years with you first, (two-three), then think about marriage, maybe kids.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

physical: every gesture he does is so soft and filled with love. he wouldn’t dare put a hand on you, no matter how upset he gets. holds your hand, kisses your hand, cheeks, nose, lips.

emotionally: SUCH A WAY WITH WORDS. he’s praises you on small things. he doesn’t say anything negative about you or what you do ever. loves you too much.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

he likes to cuddle sometimes, but other times, he’d rather be sat beside you, holding your hand or keeping his hand on your thigh.

✧ ! nsfw below ! ✧

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

he’s such a sweetheart… he’ll run you a nice bath, give you a good meal, something a drink, a massage, literally, ask him for anything. he will provide!

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

he likes his hands… how big strong they are, how well they can pleasure you. he really likes to hold your hand during sex, makes him feel closer to you.

Nanami loves your eyes. he loves how they look during the day, especially when the sun hits your face. he also loves how he can make you tear up from pleasure. hates seein’ you cry, but when it comes to sex, he loves it.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

he prefers cumming inside, says it doesn’t go to waste, and he likes kids. but, if you’re not ready, he’ll cum outside or in a condom (which makes him upset, but it’s whatever. 🤷🏾‍♀️)

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

he wants to see you pregnant with his child. just the thought of seeing walk/waddle you around the house and belly swollen REALLY gets him going.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

he’s only had sex once or twice. his sex drive isn’t really high, so he’s somewhat experienced. he’s a quick learner, so don’t worry.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

missionary: he likes to see your face while he fucks you. he takes in every little detail, from tears rolling down your cheeks, eyes squeezed shut tight (which he hates, he wants you to keep your eyes on him.), drool escaping your pretty lips.

flatiron: it’s usually when you two are having rough sex, which is never, really. but if you ask him to go rough, he’ll go rough, and this is one of the positions he’ll do.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

very serious. sex to him is a romantic moment, and time shouldn’t be wasted. he’ll crack a joke after, it’s really cheesy, but it’s cute.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

he leaves some of his pubic hairs around, but not a whole bunch. small bush.