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— June Gehringer, ‘I get so jealous of euthanized dogs’ (via lunamonchtuna)

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Best Summer Ever - A Choso x Reader Fanfic

Just you and Choso at the beach! Written as a response to the weekly challenge on my x reader lovers community. Very suggestive but no smut!

You look at Choso with a frown on your face. “Did you put on sunscreen?” you ask him. 

He’s sitting under an umbrella, wearing shorts he obviously borrowed from his brother. His skin is so pale, it looks like it could simply burst into flames under the hot sun. 

“No, but I should be fine if I stay under here, right?”

You sigh. “How can you enjoy the beach if you stay cooped up under an umbrella?” you ask, reaching into your beach bag to pull out your bottle of sunscreen.

Choso is a good friend, but you’ve wanted to be more for weeks now. You just don’t know how to broach the subject. You thought inviting him to the beach and wearing your sexiest bikini might help, but so far he’s not taking the hint. Time for more direct tactics.

“Here, let me rub some sunscreen on you. You’re so pale, you probably burn easily.”

“Oh, thanks,” he says, not even a blush at the thought of you rubbing him down. Is he that naive? Or does he just not see you that way? 

You sit down beside him and squeeze out some sunscreen into your palm. You rub both hands together, then begin rubbing it into his shoulders. Your hands slide down, massaging the sunscreen into his chest. You didn’t realize how firm and defined his muscles were until now. It makes you fall for him even harder, and your face heats up from more than just the sun. 

Reaching his abdomen, your hands get a little shaky. You’ve never touched him so much before. You glance up at his face as your hands dip below his navel, and you feel the faint soft fuzz of a happy trail. 

He doesn’t look embarrassed at all, just comfortable as he watches you work. 

“Okay, turn around and I’ll do your back,” you tell him, and he complies. 

This is a little less stressful for your heart, but it still causes butterflies in your stomach to feel his taut body beneath your fingers. 

When you finally finish, you snap the lid on the sunscreen closed and hand it to him. “You can do your face and legs,” you say, not wanting to give yourself a heart attack by rubbing down his toned thighs. 

He looks at you. “Did you already put some on yourself?”

Your face freezes. You did put some on about an hour ago, but you suppose you could use another application. Is he offering?

“Uh, I could use some more.”

“I can put it on for you,” he says. 

Your heart pounds as you nod. “Okay.”

Turning your back to him, you scoot closer and wait to feel his touch. You hear the sunscreen being squeezed out, and draw in a sharp breath when you feel his hands on your shoulders. He rubs the ointment in, using firm but gentle motions. Then he stops suddenly. 

“This strap is in the way. Can I untie it?”

Your bikini strap?! You flush with embarrassment as you say, “Go ahead.”

His fingers move to the string tied around your back to hold your bikini top in place. He unties it nimbly and then begins rubbing in the sunscreen again. He covers your whole back, right down to where your bikini bottom starts. 

“Okay, turn around,” he says. 

When you turn to face him, holding your top in place with your hands, you’re shocked to see his pale face tinted pink. Is he blushing? From touching you? 

He looks you up and down as he holds the bottle in his hand. “Um… won’t your top… be in the way?”

Wait, does he think he’s supposed to rub it into your chest like you did for him? The thought has you blushing furiously, almost as much as him. But it also sounds like a really great idea. “We can’t do that here, where people can see,” you tell him. “It would be too embarrassing.”

He points to a row of small fabric tents that have been erected on the beach to allow people to change with some privacy. His face is bright red as he says, “We could go in one of those.”

You smile as you stand up and hold out your hand to him. “I’d like that,” you say, walking with him to the tents, kicking off your best summer ever. 

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i’m consumed by thoughts of vampire!choso

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Exploring the Jogasaki Coast

You and Toji Fushiguro have worked so hard the last few weeks and you decide that you’ve both earned a relaxing trip to the beach! However, the trip doesn’t pan out quite like either of you planned it. 

⊹♡⊹ Toji Fushiguro x fem!reader ⊹♡ word count: 2,281 ⊹♡ mildly nsfw ⊹♡⊹

a/n: i wrote this as part of a weekly challenge for a writing group i'm in! the prompt was "a day at the beach." i got a lil carried away ! it's a lil long, but i was having fun!! very suggestive language n allusions to sexual acts ! but none are explicitly depicted. dabbles a bit in dominant/submissive dynamics. banners: @sister-lucifer

It’s not often that Toji lets his guard down to relax, but when you proposed a trip to the coast he couldn’t deny the opportunity to watch his precious flower glow under the warm summer sun.

He kept an arm around your shoulders or waist for the entire journey from Shibuya to Itō. When you shifted in your seat to get a better view out of the windows, he adjusted himself accordingly. As you walked between stations to switch trains, he kept you close to his side and made sure to position himself between you and traffic. It was something you loved about being with Toji. You always felt safe, like nothing and no one could touch you without his explicit permission.

After exiting Izu-Kōgen Station, you excitedly lead Toji toward the bus stop that would bring you one step closer to your final destination: the Jogasaki Coast. It was one of your favorite destinations to explore, and when you learned he had never visited the coast you demanded to make a trip to see it as soon as possible.

Located on the eastern side of the Izu Peninsula, Jogasaki Coast wasn’t famed for its soft sandy beaches or amenable swimming areas, but for its jagged rocky cliffs and uniquely stunning views of the Pacific Ocean. You thought that wandering the trails and admiring the crashing waves, hard stone, and lush greenery would provide the perfect escape from the stresses of life.

When you finally arrive at the trail entrance, you’re bubbling with excitement and practically dragging Toji behind you as he struggles to adjust to your quickened pace. 

“You’re going to love it here, Toji,” you turn your head to look back at him with a smile. “It’s the most beautiful place I’ve ever seen.”

One of his rare smiles tugs at the corner of his mouth, delighted to see how happy a simple beach trip could make you. You were one of the few people who could convince him to let out his soft side. Though he would never admit it, he became as malleable as dough when you batted your lashes at him.

He follows you down the trail, basking in the sight of the sunshine glinting off of your hair. Watching you look around, taking in every detail the forest had to offer, made it easy to lose track of time. It wasn’t until you both reached the first stretch of open air that he noticed the lack of sandy beaches and calm waters.

“I thought you said we were going to swim?” Toji comments, a brow raised with curiosity as he eyes the suspiciously rocky coastline. While the waves crashing against the cliff face were a breathtaking sight, he had hoped to admire a different natural wonder today.

Tearing your gaze away from the shoreline, you look up at him with a mischievously wicked smile. It was the smile he fell in love with, but these days it roused more suspicion than awe. 

“I said I wanted to spend a day at the beach,” you start, moving closer to him so he could wrap his arms around your waist. “I never said we would be swimming.”

He chuckles and shakes his head at you, tightening his grip and pulling your body against his. “And you didn’t think to correct me when I asked about bringing swim gear? Or when I was lusting after the thought of you in that black swimsuit?”

“I thought it would ruin the surprise! But don’t worry,” you pause and break away from his grip, though not without effort. “I couldn’t deprive you after seeing how weak in the knees you got at the thought of me in this.”

The confusion doesn’t linger in his eyes for long when he sees your fingers grasp at the bottom hem of your loose-fitting t-shirt. In the few seconds that your eyes are covered by the shirt, his expression changes drastically. He looks at you hungrily, his smile having turned into a devilish smirk, but the urge to pull you closer was outweighed by the desire to drink in the vision of you.

It was a simple and classic black bikini top, the strappy type with ties at the base of your neck and around your rib cage that held the two tiny triangles of fabric in place. It was similar to swimsuits you owned before, but this one danced closer to the line between swimwear and lingerie than anything else in your summer closet. The cups each had two small cut-outs that exposed the sides of your boobs, the fabric in between straining to hold their weight. Structural integrity was the last thing on your mind when you purchased it.

Initially, when Toji ogles you like a panther stalking its prey there is a smug, satisfied look on your face; happy to know you had successfully duped your partner and left him in stunned silence. The longer he stares, however, your face begins to turn red and you have to fight to not look away from him. Just as you think you’ll burst from embarrassment, he closes the distance between you and winds his arm around the small of your back. You can feel his muscles flex against your skin as he leans down to meet your lips. 

The way his body responds to your touch gives away his false cool demeanor and betrays just how desperate he is to have you. He runs his tongue across your bottom lip, begging to be closer to you, and you happily oblige. You reach both of your arms up and tangle your fingers in his short, dark hair. It felt so warm and soft to the touch despite its dark and messy appearance. You smile into the kiss thinking of how apt a metaphor it was for your often misunderstood lover. At least when it comes to being around you.

Since you both worked ‘odd jobs,’ as you’d describe them to your family, you happened to be visiting Jogasaki on a weekday– a fact that Toji remembers when he hears your shirt drop to the ground, forgotten in the passion of the moment. The chances of bumping into anyone on this trail was slim to none. He tears himself away from your soft lips, licking his own to savor your taste, and bends down to retrieve your shirt. Before you can make a smart comment, he swiftly throws you over his shoulder and makes his way off the trail and deeper into the woods.

“Toji! You can’t leave the trail, we’re going to get lost!” You cry through fits of giggles, play kicking and feigning an attempt to escape from his arms.

“No one is getting lost, y/n. We’re just taking a little detour,” he responds before joining in your laughter.

You whine back, really making an effort to draw out the vowels of your words, “But where are we going?”

“Nowhere,” he punctuates his curt response with a loud smack to the back of your thighs right below the hem of your shorts, his hand large enough to make an impact on both of your legs at once. 

You squirm at the lingering heat and tingling sensation the smack leaves on your skin, desperately trying to fight back the butterflies in your stomach to maintain your composure. You weren’t ready to give up the attitude quite yet, and you loved to push his buttons.

“If we aren’t going anywhere specific, how can you be sure that we’re not going to get lost? You should just let me down and let me lead th–” you’re cut off by another, harder smack against your thighs. This time it manages to pull a small moan from your throat, one so soft that you hope he didn’t hear it.

“I don’t think you’re in a position to make demands right now, doll,” he says with amusement, sending a tingle down your spine. 

Before you can think of a witty retort to volley back to him, Toji stops and lifts you off of his shoulder to pin you against a moss-covered tree trunk. You cast a glance around and, thankfully, the trail is within eyesight. You trust him, but not his sense of direction in an unfamiliar forest. 

When you finally lift your chin to look at him, the green eyes staring back at you are vibrant with passion, like liquid emeralds. It takes your breath away and you forget all about the attitude you were trying to maintain. Your lips stretch into a soft smile as you gaze at him lovingly, and your heart melts when Toji raises his hand to cup your cheek.

“Aw, is my little brat tired of her games? I thought the fun was just getting started,” he whispers in a sickeningly sweet voice. 

Your heart rate starts to increase and your breaths grow more shallow in gleeful anticipation of what he might have in store for you. He strokes your cheek, leaning down to leave gentle kisses on your forehead, the bridge and tip of your nose, and both of your cheekbones before aligning his lips with yours, hovering just a few centimeters away from them. You try to lean forward and close the gap between you, but each time he pulls himself away to stay just out of your reach. 

After you’re thwarted for the fifth time, you crinkle your brow and let out an exasperated sigh before whining, “Come on, Toji! I know you wanna kiss me too.”

He clicks his tongue at you, that devilish smirk painting his face once again. “You know what happens to people who try to boss me around. Don’t ya, sweetheart?” Toji pauses, moving his hand to hold your chin between his thumb and index finger. “I think you need a reminder of who is in charge here.”

With a low growl bubbling in his throat, Toji moves your chin to the side and plants a flurry of kisses on your neck. You gasp and lean into his touch as he does his best to kiss and lick every piece of exposed skin that he can reach– and anything he can’t reach with his mouth, his free hand makes sure to caress. When he sinks his teeth into a particularly tender spot near the base of your neck, you let out another moan. Though this time, you make no effort to hide it. 

Lost in the blissful feelings he stirred in you, you don’t notice that Toji has loosened both of the ties holding your top in place until he moves his attention back to your lips. His body held tightly against yours was all that was holding up the black fabric and, when he adjusted, it fell to the forest floor. Between the tenderness of his kiss and the heat of his body against yours, it takes a moment for your brain to register that you’re half-naked in a public park well within sight of a trail where any stranger could pass by and leer at you.

Your nerves get the better of you and you break the kiss, though Toji continues to move his lips along your jaw, making his way up toward your hairline so he can nibble at your earlobe. He knows that always makes you discard your senses.

“Toji, someone might see! I need to put my top back on,” you struggle to get the words out, biting your lip and doing your best to hold your ground.

“Again with the demands? If you won’t stop ordering me around, I guess I’ll just have to keep that mouth occupied,” He chuckles against your ear, prompting you to squeeze your thighs together. “Besides, anyone lucky enough to walk by right now would be too struck by your beauty to complain, don’t you think?”

His words dissolved your resolve and you knew that you would happily comply with whatever he wanted from you. While you’ve always been independent and outspoken, something about Toji Fushiguro brought out a submissive side of you that you didn’t even think existed. You didn’t resist when he pulled away and put both of his hands on your shoulders, and you didn’t protest as he pushed you down to your knees. You noted that the spot he cheekily chose was relatively clear of roots and debris, so kneeling before him wasn’t uncomfortable in the slightest. Even when treating you like his plaything, he always had a way of showing the gentle love and care he had for you. 

Just as he taught you, you look up to meet his lustful gaze, sticking out your tongue as far as you can to show it off for him. He admires you like that for a few moments, letting you wiggle with impatience, before extending his right hand toward you. On cue, you lean forward and take two of his fingers in your mouth, rolling your tongue around and in between them. He groans as he moves them back and forth between your lips and you can see his hardness straining against his pants in your peripherals. It’s difficult to tell if your mouth starts watering from the stimulation or from the thought of what was to come. 

“I think you were right, we did need a beach trip,” he spoke in a lower register, just like he always did when you got him riled up. With one hand still preoccupied with your mouth, he uses the other to undo the knot at his waistband. As the fabric falls to his ankles, he weaves his fingers into your hair and guides your head toward him. “We should come here more often.”

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i just finished a toji fushiguro x fem!reader fic for a writing group i’m in and I goooooootta say !!!!! i really cooked w this one (☆ω☆)

i’m gonna post tomorrow so i can edit one more time with fresh eyes :3

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one time a professor asked me if i’d ever wanted to write anything “more important” than romance. and i said no. i was put on this earth to write about sad people kissing. and if another writer ever came up to me and said they wanted to write 400 pages containing nothing but a character baking a single loaf of bread each day, then i would tell them to do that. people don't write something because it's important. they write about something and that is what makes it important

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i'm writing something absolutely devious :3

i might be a little evil hehe

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The way he looks at her...

Hanako spends most of his evenings watching over Yashiro. He claims to stay by her side for protection while she sleeps, but it's clear that his nightly duty brings him more than just peace of mind regarding her safety.

a/n: inspired by this post ! enjoy some fluffy musing about Hanako's thoughts while watching Yashiro dream. banners: @cafekitsune 💕

Amane couldn’t quite recall what it felt like to dream anymore. The sleep-induced sensory experience haunted him like the lingering scents left behind by an extraordinary feast in an empty kitchen. The memory is just far gone enough that he can’t picture it precisely, but he could almost taste it if he closed his eyes, balled his fists, and concentrated hard enough.

The thoughts that ran wild in his mind while watching Nene like this were the closest to a semblance of a dream that he felt in decades. He gazed lovingly at the rise and fall of her blanket-covered shoulders, and he smiled as her soft cheeks puffed out upon each exhale. It was a habit— or rather, a guilty pleasure— he had developed over the past few months, guarding her while she slept.

He floated beside her on the bed, hovering just a few inches above her sheets. As he lie there on his side, his elbow and forearm propping up his head, Amane's thoughts meandered in vain hope. He crafted a storyline in which he might enter whatever dreamland Nene was lost in and whisk her away toward the fairy tale ending she had always hoped for; a beautifully-spun, romantic fantasy that he would rarely let himself indulge in. During moments like this, it was hard to chase the bittersweet thoughts from his mind.

Amane fawned over Nene’s every sleepy sigh, leaning closer to analyze her expressions whenever her nose scrunched up and the crinkle of her brow indicated discontent. While he couldn’t stop her bad dreams, he found that he could provide some comfort by pretending to smooth out the skin between her brows. He would run his index finger from the top of her forehead down to the bridge of her nose over and over until the tension on her face disappeared. While Amane knew she couldn’t really feel his touch, it seemed that, somehow, his intent and efforts were not lost.

It had been several months since they each swallowed the mermaid scales. “Bonding ourselves to each other until death do us part,” as Amane often joked. Over those months they had grown more and more fond of each other— though neither of them would ever admit it.

He moved to hover above Nene so he could get a better view and take in the entire picture of her sleeping form. She looked so peaceful under the pale orange moonlight filtering into the dark room. He could almost let himself forget about the impending tragedy his delicate flower was destined to face.

A tree outside of the window left a dappled pattern of shadow across her pillow and cheek. Amane could spend hours tracing the outline of it on her face, taking care to accentuate each minute detail if only so his fingertips could linger on her warm skin for a few seconds longer.

Nene’s lips parted slightly and some of her stray hairs fluttered in the wake of her soft breaths. He watched her every movement intently and began to wonder if there was any veracity to his previously held belief that ghosts completely forfeit the ability to dream in death. That the lack of real sleep holds spiritual beings back from experiencing the fleeting, calming sense of euphoria that comes with a sweet dream. When he gazed down at her, his serene angel, Amane’s mind seemed to succumb to the long forgotten feeling of blissful imagination.

Amane still couldn’t recall the exact sensations of being immersed in a dream, and maybe he never would. But he found himself content with knowing that his time spent watching over his love was a close substitute.

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hello~ my name is lily and i love to write! so i’ve crafted this new space dedicated to reading and writing fanfic (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ i’m old (27) & i use she/they pronouns~

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