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Stupid loser (affectionate<3)

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kenma kozume x gender neutral reader, fluff, just reader being silly <3

this is my first work like this, i don't love it but i thought it was cute :)

wc: 360 ✰

"kenmaaaa." you flop onto his bed, ignoring the huff your boyfriend lets out as he's jostled by your movement. "i have a question."

he doesn't answer, too focused on the console in his hands, but the slight tilt of his head tells you he's still listening.

“do you have a crush?”

there’s another moment of silence, but it’s cut off by kenma actually pausing his game and looking up at you, confused. “... what?”

“a crush. do you have one?” you roll onto your stomach to face him, legs moving up to kick idly behind you.

“am i supposed to say you?” he sounds unimpressed. rude.

you let out a dramatic gasp in response, scooting closer. “is it me? really?”

kenma looks about ready to push you off the bed, hands already moving towards his handheld again. “are you being serious?”

“dead.” a poke to his cheek. “c’mon, i need to know!”

“y/n, cut it out, of course you’re my crush.”

another gasp. “you admit it! you like me!”

kenma is very much regretting pausing his game. he rubs at his eyes, wondering if it was a good idea to even agree to let you come watch him play. he met you through kuroo, which should have already given him a good idea of your personality, but he foolishly assumed that you couldn’t be worse than his rooster haired best friend. he was wrong.

“yeah, i like you.”

“do you…” you pause for dramatic effect. “... like-like me?”

he throws a pillow at your head. “y/n, we’ve literally been dating for a year.”

“i needed to make sure!”

kenma goes back to his game with a slight roll of his eyes. “as if. you know you’re the only person i would ever feel this way for.”

after his comment goes without a reaction from you, he starts to worry he’s said the wrong thing. he pauses the game again, already opening his mouth to form an apology, but instead he’s tackled to his back by your hug.

“ah! stop, stop-!”

a sloppy kiss to his cheek shuts him up. “i love you, nerd.”

“you’re so gross.”

he loves you too.

likes/rbs are appreciated!

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Drooling rn

touchstarved!sero who is naturally really flirtatious and friendly so he craves physical touch like a fucking drug

touchstarved!sero who finds every excuse to touch you—pulling out your chair at dinner functions, guiding you through crowds with one hand at the small of your back; fuck, he’ll even pull your palm into his lap and pretend to examine your lifeline just to get his hands on you

touchstarved!sero who does not fuck around as soon as he knows you’re interested

touchstarved!sero who's pressing you up against the door of the storage closet, cupping your pussy through your underwear and smirking against your lips when he feels how wet you are, "damn baby, is someone a little worked up?"

touchstarved!sero who 100 percent uses his quirk to restrain you even as you're begging to touch him, "sorry honey, gotta get my fill of you first" while prying your legs wide open and diving in between your legs

touchstarved!sero who wants you as messy as he can get you, teasing out orgasm after orgasm from his tongue alone. will not stop until you’ve squirted in his mouth, “sweet as fuckin’ candy, pretty girl, always knew you’d have the best fucking pussy”

a/n: i've never written for him before but this had me feeling a type of way. other touchstarved!mha boys here

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Haikyuu fandom!!! Are you alive!!??

Brazil!Shoyo x reader in mind but can be seen with others, suggestive, uhhh idk bad writing!!

The evening began innocently enough—a casual dinner to catch up with an old friend after years apart. The restaurant was cozy, its dim lighting casting a warm glow over the polished wooden tables. We laughed over shared memories, our conversation flowing easily as though no time had passed. It felt natural, comfortable.

But there was something else simmering beneath the surface, something neither of us dared to name aloud.

His eyes lingered on mine a moment too long when I spoke, and the way he reached across the table to brush a stray hair from my face sent a ripple of heat through me. I tried to ignore it, laughing it off as a fleeting moment of intimacy between friends. But my pulse betrayed me.

When the night ended, we found ourselves walking back to my apartment, the cold air biting at our cheeks and tightening the tension already crackling between us. At my door, I hesitated, unsure if I should invite him in. But his smile, that easy, charming grin, made the decision for me. I pushed the door open, stepping aside to let him in.

We sat on the couch, our conversation quieter now, less about shared memories and more about each other in the present. He leaned in closer with every word, his hand brushing mine, his knee grazing my thigh. The tension was no longer ignorable; it was palpable, a living thing pressing against us.

And then he kissed me.

It wasn’t tentative or questioning. It was firm, deliberate, as though he had been waiting for this moment longer than he cared to admit. My breath hitched as his hands found my hips, pulling me closer until I was straddling him, my knees on either side of his thighs. His lips left mine to travel down my neck, warm and soft, sending shivers coursing through me.

My hands tangled in his hair as his mouth moved lower, teasing, tasting. His knee pressed against me, firm and deliberate, drawing a gasp from my lips. His name spilled from me, unbidden, a whisper against the charged air.

How had we gotten here? A reunion dinner that started with laughter and innocent nostalgia had unraveled into this—an ache, a need neither of us could deny any longer. Every barrier between friendship and desire had been crossed, and in that moment, I couldn’t bring myself to care.

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Misc Masterlist

◇ - Fluff, ♡ - Smut, ♤ - angst, ☆ -Stars favorites

Leon s. Kennedy

-mirror ♡

[st4rssky]

Hihii!!

I know that most likely I’m not the first one to ask but could we perhaps get a part 2 of the most recent Mha smau you did?? Hope you’re doing well!

-💫

Hello nonnie!!! Welcome to my Journal<3 I hope you enjoy~

Kiss and makeup 💋

Characters- E. Kirishima, H. Sero, D. Kaminari, K. Bakugo

Warnings: cursing, fluff, lover boy sero<3

Trying to format things, what do we think?

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hey!! u should like totally do mha men when they randomly lash out on u for whatever reason!!!!! (denki should DEF be in there btw cs i never see him included in any of these typa things..)

-denki kaminari #1 biggest fan ever

Hi nonnie!!! Sorry I’ve been putting this off I couldn’t figure out how to write it so I’m gonna try an SMAU..hope you don’t mind!!

My first time trying smaus..should I do more?

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I’ve been thinking about Leon S Kennedy…

His thick, strong, arm wrapped around your neck from behind while the other clings to your waist. He has you in a full Nelson, keeping your eyes trained to the mirror in front of your shared bed. Leon has you fully stripped, your ass resting on his clothed thighs as his hand on your waist runs lower, and lower until he’s hovering just above where you need him most. “Leon..please..” his name slips past your lips in a desperate whimper. Leon only grins in response, leaning in to pepper kisses against your cheek “I know, princess, I know..” He sweetly coos against your skin. His middle finger finally comes in contact with your aching clit, rubbing small circles against your bud. A soft sigh exits your lips as your head falls back against his shoulder, but his fingers pinch your bud in response. “Keep your eyes up, baby..want you to see how pretty you look when you cum all over my fingers..”

Should I add him to my character list…

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Beel is so big and juicy..ndndndksm

Sitting on the common area couch scrolling mindlessly through social media is a regular occurrence. What isn’t is watching Beel come through the House of Lamanation door, shirtless and sweaty, his shorts hanging low allowing your eyes to drift to his v-line. Eyes going lower, and lower until the collar of your shirt feels hot and stuffy. As your eyes snap back up to his face, Beels completely oblivious to the way his beefy body makes your thighs squeeze together. He’s more occupied with chugging a bottle of water like he hasn’t drank in a year. A few droplets of water slide down his chin to his chest and suddenly it feel like you’re wearing way too many clothes.

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Hi I saw you wrote for Denki and I’m so thankful to find a fellow denki simp. If possible do you think you could write something with denki x fem reader who is just as much of a brainrot meme lord as him, but if anyone insults him (not in a teasing manner so actual insults) she’ll rip them limb from limb like will challenge bakugo (probably won’t win but she’s willing) I feel like the boy is just constantly getting insulted.

I’m Sorry if this makes no sense I’m still not used to requesting stuff

I hope you enjoy!!

Warnings: cursing, mean Bakugo

The common room buzzed with laughter and lighthearted banter as we settled into our usual spots after another grueling day of training. The warmth of camaraderie wrapped around us like a blanket, the aches of the day forgotten in the glow of shared triumphs and teasing remarks. I perched comfortably on Denki’s lap, his arms loosely around my waist. Mina and Jirou lounged to my left, their animated gestures punctuating their giggles. To my right, Kirishima sprawled on the armrest, his ever-present grin lighting up the room.

Across from us, Bakugo slouched on the couch, arms crossed and a scowl resting permanently on his face, while Sero leaned back, his expression smug as he directed his latest jab toward Kirishima.

“Hey, Kiri, how did it feel to be tied up in my tape? Bet that’s a first,” Sero teased, his voice dripping with mockery.

Kirishima let out a groan, running a hand through his spiky hair. “It’s not my fault, man! Bakubro bumped into me!”

Bakugo’s growl cut through the laughter. “Tch, it ain’t my fault! Dunce face over here tripped me when he went all stupid!”

The sharpness of his tone sliced through the playful mood. My smile faltered, the laughter around us dimming slightly as I glanced at Denki. He still wore his characteristic lopsided grin, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. His fingers tapped nervously on my thigh, betraying the sting that Bakugo’s words had left behind.

“Come on, Bakugo,” Mina chimed in, her tone light but firm. “We’re just messing around. No need to go all explosion-y on us.”

“Yeah,” Jirou added, her eyebrow raised. “Maybe look in a mirror before calling someone stupid.”

The air in the common room crackled with tension as Bakugo’s bark echoed off the walls.

“Who you calling stupid, you punk-ass wannabe?!” he snapped at Jirou, his sharp tone slicing through the laughter that had once filled the room.

Jirou, ever unimpressed, merely rolled her eyes. “Calm down, Bakugo. You’re so predictable it’s not even worth arguing.”

Before the situation could escalate further, Denki’s soft voice cut in. “Hey man, it’s no big deal—”

Bakugo turned on him immediately, venom dripping from his words. “I wasn’t talking to you, idiot! Keep your mouth shut. You’re more tolerable when I forget you’re here.”

The room fell eerily silent. I could feel Denki shrink beneath me, his shoulders curling inward as if Bakugo’s words had physically hit him. His hands, once steady on my waist, faltered, and my heart ached at the sight of his forced, brittle smile.

“Alright,” I muttered under my breath, anger simmering just beneath the surface. Rising from Denki’s lap, I squared my shoulders and turned to face Bakugo directly.

Standing over him, I let my frustration spill out in sharp, unwavering words. “Can you shut the hell up for once? You’re always so loud. I know you like to hear yourself talk, but damn, the rest of us could use some peace and quiet from your constant bitching!”

Bakugo’s eyes widened for a split second, clearly taken aback, before narrowing into his usual fiery glare. “What the hell did you just say to me?” he growled, his hands twitching as if itching for an explosion.

“You heard me,” I shot back, refusing to back down. “It’s one thing to yell for no reason, but you’ve got no right to tear someone down just because you’re pissed off. Maybe try shutting up and letting someone else breathe for once.”

The room was deathly quiet, all eyes bouncing between the two of us. Mina and Kirishima exchanged worried glances, while Sero looked frozen between stepping in and letting the showdown play out. Jirou leaned forward, her smirk betraying her amusement.

“Bakugo, chill,” Kirishima finally said, his voice gentle but firm. “You’re being kind of a jerk, man. Denki didn’t do anything to deserve that.”

Bakugo let out a harsh “Tch,” his glare darting to Kirishima before settling back on me. For a moment, it seemed like he might explode—literally—but instead, he shoved himself off the couch and stormed toward the door.

“Whatever,” he growled. “I don’t need to waste my time with extras like you.”

The door slammed behind him, the force rattling the walls. The tension in the room dissolved slowly, leaving a stunned silence in its wake.

I turned back to Denki, his wide eyes meeting mine as he blinked in disbelief. “You didn’t have to do that,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Yeah, I did,” I replied softly, sitting back down beside him. “He doesn’t get to treat you like that. None of us deserve that.”

Denki’s smile, though small, was genuine this time. “Thanks,” he said, his fingers brushing mine briefly.

Mina broke the quiet with a loud clap. “Alright, now that’s the energy we need around here! Who’s up for snacks?”

The room erupted into murmured agreements, the heavy atmosphere finally giving way to the warmth of friendship again. But as we all moved on, I caught the brief flicker of gratitude in Denki’s gaze and knew that standing up had been the right thing to do.

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The cogs are turning☆..

OMG THE EARRINGS! WHY IS HE HOTTT? I NEED 20, 200K+ WORDED FICS!ASAPPPP.

[st4rssky]

PLEASE do another loser bf but w denki ill kiss you.

AHHHHHH MY FIRST REAL ASK!!!! I truly hope these live up to your standards as I am another Denki fanatic☆

Loser Bf!Denki who can't believe he actually scored you. Constantly asking if 'Your sure?' You want him. Sweet thing thinks he's so lucky to have you!

Loser Bf!Denki who just stares at you. Your not even doing anything but he thinks you look ethereal. Reading a book? He's leaning over your shoulder playing with your hair while he admires you. Doing your makeup? He asking what everything is, wanting to know what adds to your beauty.

Loser Bf!Denki who's needs to be touching you at all times. Hand holding, hugging your from behind, a hand on your thigh, he can't keep keep his hands off his pretty thing<3

Loser Bf!Denki who's such dork. He's making cheesy love song filled playlists for you, writing little love notes, buying you new plushies to add the your growing 'family'. He's such a loser in love☆

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Just rambling here might write something more indepth later but for now-

Loser bsf!Sero who does anything for you- there's a spider? He'll kill it! Something too high up? Don't worry he's got it! Hungry? His mama taught him how to cook! You just sit there and look pretty for him

Loser bsf!Sero who follows you around like a lost puppy dawg, so whiny and desperate for your attention. Just bat those long lashes at him and his knees will buckle as he aimlessly follows you around holding your phone, bag, keys and anything else you have!

Loser bsf!Sero who stares at your lips while you talk, he watches you put lip balm on and wonders how soft they are, how would it feel to touch them, while lost in thought he reaches his hand up, thumb swiping the crumb from the corner of your mouth

Loser bsf!Sero who is so blind to anyone and everyone else. No one else matters but you, your the only one in his world. He only cares about your opinion, immediately asking for your advice on big decisions, he needs your approval.

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My Hero Academia

◇ - Fluff, ♡ - Smut, ♤ - angst, ☆ -Stars favorites

Class 1 A -

Hanta Sero☆

-loser bsf!Sero ◇

-lashing out ♤

-kiss and makeup ◇

Denki Kaminari☆

-defending Denki ◇

-loser bf!Denki ◇

-lashing out ♤

-kiss and makeup ◇

Eijirou Kirishima

-lashing out ♤

-kiss and makeup ◇

Katsuki Bakugo

-lashing out ♤

-kiss and makeup ◇

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Just gonna drop a lil prev reader thot here really quick 🏃🏼‍♀️💨

You know what you’re doing is wrong (but is anything really “wrong” when you live in hell?…) but you couldn't help it. Something about the way Leviathan smelled and that adorable little face he made when he was embarrassed was just too much. So you took his pillow to get you off. ‘Just this once. Then I'll wash it and return it before he even notices’ that’s what you told yourself as you took his pillow, but it's been a full week since you ‘borrowed’ it.

You've came on that thing so many times that his scent has been drowned out and you still can't get enough. Imagining being this close to his head only pushed you closer, causing you to grind yourself harder against his pillow with whimpering little cries leaving your lips…. muffled only by one of his shirts that you snuck from the laundry one day. It may actually be a problem at this point...

and that’s all I got- byeee - @l3viat8an

Begs Ro for an ask and then doesn't answer for a week >_< I WAS SICK IM SORRY!!!

Just some pillow riding and Levi watching, sorry it's shorter ♡

God I can imagine levi walking in on you humping his pillow, so desperate for any kind of friction. He originally came by to show you the new game he got, but this veiw was better then any game graphics hed ever seen. Levi though he was the perv? Yeah no. The way your thighs tighten around the pillow mixed with the way your heads throw back, eye shutting and the filthest whimpers leaving your lips has him throbbing in his pants. His hand immediately reaching down to give any sort of relief to his aching member as he watches you rut against his pillow. As your moans grow in volume and your pace quickens his hand speeds up, wanting nothing more then to cum with you. He clamps a hand over his mouth to shut himself uo when you cry his name as your orgasm hits you. He can't help the whine that escapes his lips as he cums with you. You jerk your head towards the door, heart racing as the two of you make eye contact. A smirk forming on your lips as you position your legs to give him a view "Wanna help me out, Levi~"

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You wanna kiss me so bad..

☆ inspired by this silly post from Ro<3 ☆

“Are you kidding!? The main character is obviously in love with her best friend!” I huffed in frustration, feeling the heat of our argument pulse in the air. I had been going back and forth with Satan for the past fifteen minutes over the book he had so enthusiastically recommended.

He slowly lifted his gaze from the pages of his current read, a sly smile forming on his lips. “I see how it may seem like that to a novice reader like yourself, but I can assure you it’s not like that.”

I scoffed, rolling my eyes with a laugh. “Novice? Just because I don’t have my own personal library doesn’t mean I’m a novice. I know what I read.”

Satan leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, the smugness radiating off him like heat from a flame. “Ah, but sometimes the best stories require a deeper understanding. You have to look beyond the obvious.”

“Look beyond? Seriously?” I shot back. “The girl is practically pining over her best friend in every chapter! It’s like a neon sign.”

He tilted his head, pretending to ponder my words. “Or it’s simply a reflection of a strong platonic bond. Not everything has to be romantic, you know.”

I raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corners of my mouth. “Sure, if you ignore all the longing looks and the way they keep finding excuses to be alone together.”

“Maybe they’re just really good friends,” he countered, a teasing glint in his eye. “You’re reading it like a rom-com when it could just be a heartfelt exploration of friendship.”

“Yeah, right. Tell that to the thousands of readers shipping them online.” I leaned forward, fueled by my conviction. “You’re just in denial because you like this book too much.”

Satan chuckled, shaking his head. “Or maybe I’m just more discerning. You should try it sometime. Might improve your perspective.”

“Discerning, huh? Sounds like a fancy way to say ‘wrong,’” I retorted, but a smile crept onto my face. The playful banter was what I enjoyed most about our discussions, even if it made me want to throw the book at him.

“God, you are so stubborn!” Satan replied, a smirk tugging at his lips as he chuckled. “It’s okay to be wrong, you know?”

I shot back, folding my arms defiantly over my chest. “You wanna kiss me so bad it makes you look stupid.”

He paused, a flicker of mischief in his eyes. Silently, he closed his book, stood up, and took a few steps toward me. “Oh? I can’t make a fool of myself now, can I?”

Before I could respond, he backed me against the bookshelf, the hard wood pressing against my back. My breath hitched, caught off guard by the sudden intimacy. Satan's fingers brushed gently along my jaw, sending an electric thrill through me.

He held my gaze, his eyes searching mine, before flicking down to my lips. There was a heartbeat of tension, and then he leaned in, kissing me sweetly.

It was soft and lingering, the world around us fading into the background. My initial surprise melted away as I kissed him back, warmth flooding through me. When he finally pulled away, that teasing smile returned.

“So, am I still stupid?” he asked, a playful glint in his eyes.

“HE KISSED ME?? WE WERE FIGHTING AND HE KISSED ME??” I exclaimed, pacing back and forth in front of Asmo’s bed, my heart still racing from the unexpected turn of events.

Asmo giggled lightly, his focus on filing his nails, a playful smile dancing across his lips. “Maybe next time he’ll get you naked~”

I stopped mid-step, turning to face him. “Asmo! Are you kidding? We were literally at each other’s throats one minute, and then—bam! Kiss!”

He tossed the nail file aside, leaning back on his hands, looking thoroughly entertained. “Sounds like a classic move to me. Tension builds, and then... surprise romance!”

“Surprise romance? I was ready to strangle him!” I said, throwing my hands up in exasperation. “And now I’m supposed to just brush it off like it’s no big deal?”

“Why not?” Asmo shrugged, grinning. “Kissing during a fight is like a plot twist! You know you’re dying to see where it goes next.”

My steps faltered lightly, my face flushing. I looked away, huffing under my breath. I hate it when he's right.

@l3viat8an mwah mwah<3

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The Morning After..

☆ first post kinda nervous.. ☆

The sound of shuffling footsteps in the hallway awoke me. My eyes fluttered open, a small yawn escaping my lips. "Mc..?" I heard my name softly call from beside me. I shifted my gaze to see Levi curled up next to me, his unruly hair a dark halo against the pillow.

His eyes blinked slowly, still heavy with sleep, and I couldn't help but smile at the sight. My gaze traveled down his body; he was wrapped around me, arms snugly holding my middle, our legs intertwined in a comfortable mess of limbs.

I shifted slightly, trying not to disturb him, but he tightened his grip, pulling me closer. The warmth radiating from him felt like a gentle embrace, a cocoon against the cool morning air.

"Did I wake you?" I whispered, my voice barely above a murmur.

He sighed, burying his face deeper into the crook of my neck. "Just a little," he mumbled, his breath warm against my skin.

I gently shifted in his grasp to lay facing him, my hand reaching out to push his messy bangs away from his face. As I brushed his hair aside, I couldn’t help but be captivated by his bright orange eyes, their warmth drawing me in. There was a light dusting of pink on his cheeks, remnants of the sweet conversation we had shared the night before—soft whispers of affection, promises of undying love hanging in the air like a delicate mist.

Lost in thought, I recalled every word, every laugh we exchanged, how the vulnerability between us had deepened with each sentence. A night of video games and anime turned to kisses and hand holding.

Just then, his voice pulled me from my trance. “You’re staring…”

I smirked, my heart fluttering at the way he glanced at me, half-loving and half-embarrassed. “You’re nice to look at,” I replied, matching his peaceful tone.

Levi hid his face in my shoulder, a soft whine escaping his lips. I couldn’t help but laugh, the sound bubbling up despite the situation. “You can’t just say things like that and expect my heart to be okay!” he protested, his voice muffled against me.

I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him closer, feeling the warmth of his body against mine. The mix of his frustration and affection was endearing, and I ran my fingers through his hair, savoring the softness. Gently, I grabbed a fistful to use as leverage, tilting his chin up so our eyes met.

“Look at me,” I urged, my tone teasing yet tender. His bright orange eyes blinked back at me, a mix of exasperation and something softer lurking beneath the surface.

“What do you want?” he huffed, trying to maintain his sulky demeanor, but the corners of his mouth were already betraying him, twitching up in a reluctant smile.

“I want you to realize how much you mean to me,” I said, my voice low and sincere. “You can’t just drop sweet nothings and then hide like this.”

He sighed dramatically but didn’t pull away, his expression shifting from annoyance to something more vulnerable. “It’s just… sometimes I don’t know if I deserve it,” he admitted, his gaze flickering away.

My heart ached at his words. I tugged lightly on his hair, bringing his focus back to me. “You absolutely do,” I said firmly. “Every single word. You’re worth it.”

He searched my eyes, looking for any sign of insincerity, and when he found none, the tension in his shoulders eased. “You really mean that?” he asked, his voice quieter now.

“Of course I do,” I replied, brushing my thumb across his cheek. “You bring so much light into my life, and it’s okay to let that in.”

A small smile broke through the remnants of his earlier frustration, and he leaned into my touch, the warmth of his face contrasting with the cool air around us. “Fine,” he said, feigning reluctance. “I guess I’ll let you keep saying nice things, but only if you promise to deal with the whining.”

“I can handle it,” I chuckled, pulling him even closer, feeling the rhythmic beat of his heart against me. “Just know that I’ll always be here, ready to catch your heart whenever you need me to.”

His gaze softened, and for a moment, we simply held each other in silence, the weight of our unspoken promises hanging in the air, filling the space between us with a warmth that felt like home.

“Levi! Get up, it’s time for breakfast!” Mammon’s voice called from the other side of the door, slicing through the tranquility of our morning. A small frown fell on Levi’s lips, and I could see the reluctance written all over his face.

I moved my hands to cup his face, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath my palms. With a gentle tilt, I pressed my lips against his in a short, sweet kiss, savoring the softness and the lingering taste of sleep.

“Time to start the day,” I murmured against his lips, pulling back slightly to meet his gaze.

“Only cause you're with me.”