thinking about nanami in casual clothes very heavily right now. a sweater and sweats that hang off him cause they're actually one size too large. you had overshot in the sizing when you bought them for him, but now it doesn't feel so much like a mistake, they suit him too well.
at first, he doesn't seem to catch on to why you become so attached to him when he's dressed more comfortably. doesn't see any sort of attraction in his hair being so tousled, the appeal of him stretching while in a loose shirt, or the charm of him still blinking sleep away as he brushes his teeth. you assure him that you still love him put together, but there's just something about him letting loose around you that makes you happy.
he lets you undress him when he gets home sometimes, a routine you eased him into slowly. when you first moved in it pained you to still see him in his suit or tie despite him having been home for some time. when things were worse, you would find him in the living room the next morning splayed on the couch and with hardly any time to take off his shoes.
your plan started slow, catching him at the door and loosening his tie as soon as you greeted him, trapping him at the entrance with conversation and enough affection to have him slightly spinning. it would at least get his coat off. other articles were slightly more difficult, but not impossible. his dress shirt often comes next, when he grows tired of your fleeting affection and finally catches you in a deeper kiss; your hands wander casually, leaving the nape of his neck and planting themselves on his hips. he lets you untuck his shirt with ease, too immersed in making sure you knew and felt how much he missed you.
when the two of you break away, he always looks much softer than when he walked in.
"let's take this off?" you offer, tugging at the hem of his shirt and guiding him toward the room. "i want you to be comfortable."
and he'll gruff and mutter and act releuctant, but follow nonetheless. he can't find himself denying anything when around you. "i'm well aware," he'll reply through a chuckle.
he chooses your favourites without being asked, sometimes will even pick based on what you're already wearing so that the two of you match. he knows it makes you happy, your smile wide when he comes to join you on the couch. the two of you might read separately or while the other watches something on the television. it didn't matter, as long as the both of you are tangled together and you can feel the sigh of relief that escapes his chest when he feels the weight of your head rest on his shoulder.
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17+ minors dni!
jealous!coriolanus who spots you across the ballroom with him. sejanus plinth made coriolanus' blood boil like no other and seeing his lover with his arch-nemesis was not what he wanted to see tonight. yet, here you are and you were on a mission. thankfully, it was going according to plan.
jealous!coriolanus tries to keep his composure down to a minimum, he bites the inside of his cheek to the point where he draws blood. he hates how you make it so hard for him. it’s like you know what you’re doing, and in this case you are. he knows that you know where sejanus and him stand so why would you do such an idiotic thing. coriolanus knew you did stupid things, but not this stupid.
jealous!coriolanus who prances his way towards you. he has to tell himself to not make a scene even though he so badly wants to wrap his hands around the young plinth's neck. he wanted to see the life drain from his eyes but that would be saved for another day. coriolanus barely acknowledges sejanus once he reaches you. it makes you smile. coriolanus places a hand on your lower back and whispers in your ear, "I think it's time we leave, don't you think?" before you can mutter an answer coriolanus leads you down an empty hallway.
jealous!coriolanus who pounces on you the minute he finds an empty closet. its far enough inside the manor to where no one will find you guys. he was smart with picking a place, no one to hear and no one to see. he has a hand gripping your hair while his tongue fights it’s way into your mouth. the other is hiking up your leg to his waist. you’re lost in the euphoric atmosphere to know what happens next but it just feels so good. he takes you in that small closet with no shame. your dress is hiked up at ur waist, hair in knots, and lipstick smeared all over your lips and all that coriolanus can make you say is his name.
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chafe the skin (you know i like it rough)
buck x eddie || rated: e || wc: 5.9k
Buck had a problem.
A very, very big problem.
Eddie hadn’t shaved in two days.
Or, the stubble fic.
read on ao3
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