#I will wake up so late and get nothing down

[animamii]

letter from lockedup!Toji that goes along with this drabble ‎♡‧₊˚

...Beautiful, I just want you to know; you're my favorite girl...

— Beautiful~~Snoop dogg + Pharrel

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Hey, princess.

Got your letter today. Been reading it over and over, like I always do. I swear, these pages are the only thing keeping me sane in here. When everything else in this place feels like it’s closing in, I got your words, your handwriting, the way I can almost hear your voice saying all this to me. It keeps me steady. Keeps me from losing my head.

And that picture you sent? Fuck. You tryin’ to kill me in here? I swear, if these walls weren’t in the way, I’d be home already. You look good, baby. Too good. Almost makes me mad that other people get to see you like this when I can’t. But I know you’re mine. Always have been. Always will be.

You don’t even gotta try, and you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Sitting there, all sweet, all perfect. Makes me crazy knowing I can’t reach out and touch you, pull you into me, feel your skin, hear you laugh in my ear. It ain’t fair. But I guess nothing ever has been for me. Except you. You’re the one thing in this world that ever felt like it was mine. I don’t say this enough, probably don’t say half the shit you deserve to hear, but I need you to know that. You ain’t just my girl. You’re my peace, my home, the only thing I’ve ever been afraid to lose. And that’s saying something.

I laughed when I read about Megumi and his damn ramen obsession. Stubborn little punk. I wonder where he gets it from. (Yeah, yeah, don’t say shit—I know.) Tell him I said to listen to his stepma, eat a real meal, and quit acting like he doesn’t miss me. I know how he is. Pretends he don’t care, but I bet if I walked through that door tomorrow, he’d be the first one running to me. He won’t say it, but you can see it in his eyes. Just like his old man. Make sure he’s eating real food, alright? He might act like he don’t care, but I know he listens to you. Probably more than he ever listened to me.

And you. You better be taking care of yourself too. Are you sleeping? Eating? Taking care of yourself? I know how you get—running around, worrying about everyone else, not stopping to breathe. You always got so much to worry about, but you forget you’re supposed to take care of you too. I don’t wanna hear that you’re running on empty, staying up too late, stressing yourself out. You always act tough, but I know you, baby. I know when you’re holding too much inside. I know when you need me. And I swear to you, I’m coming back.

You tell me you’ll wait. That you don’t care how long it takes. But, baby, I care. Every second in here is a goddamn eternity. Every night I go to sleep thinking about you, and every morning I wake up counting down the days until I can get back to you. And I will. No matter what I gotta do, no matter how long it takes, I will get home to you.And when I do? You better be ready. Because I’m never letting you out of my sight again. You hear me? You’re stuck with me, forever.

Wait for me just a little longer. I love you. More than I’ll ever be able to put into words.

Toji

[ranhaitanisbitch]

Mammon has nightmares after lesson 16

Spoilers for obey me lesson 16

- mammon x gn!reader

warning: angst with comfort (i think, i'm not good at this T_T), shirtless Mammon in a non-suggestive way

synopsis: mammon can't sleep because he keeps having nightmares about seeing mc die, he decides to pay them a nightly visit.

author's note: this is my first piece of creative writing ever, so please don't be too harsh on me hehe. hope you enjoy it! also would love more suggestions and ideas to write about, so i can practice some more ^_^ (also english isn't my native language, so i apologize for any mistakes)

word count: about 1.1k

3:24 AM. Mammon sighed. It was already the third time he had woken up from his sleep tonight. He had had another nightmare. Nothing unusual for the demon lately. Ever since that one particular day he had had trouble falling asleep. Whenever he laid back and closed his eyes the one memory, he tried so desperetealy to forget, kept replaying in his mind. On nights he was able to miraculously fall asleep he would be plagued by nightmares, being forced to relive that traumatic memory again and again. The demon would wake up from those nightmares drenched in sweat and repeat that process until he'd decide keeping trying would be a waste of time. Then he'd start with his daily duties, extremely sleep deprived, but at least he would have a distraction from the scenes that haunted him whenever there was a moment of quiet.

Mammon sighed again. He could feel his wet shirt clinging to his skin. He could tell he wouldn't get another second of sleep tonight, but the lack of sleep from the previous days were starting to catch up to him. During the past week he kept falling asleep in class (very much to Lucifer's disapproval) and even the photographer at his modeling gig sent him home, lecturing him about the importance of beauty sleep for models. The man told Mammon to come back when his eye bags, which were so dark they were impossible to cover, were gone. One week later the eye bags were still there if not even worse. "I can't go on like this", Mammon thought. He moved his blanket off of himself and left his room. He didn't even think about what he was doing or where he was going, but his own feet seemed to have a plan.

When he arrived in front of a door he knew too well, the demon stopped. "What am I doing? It's almost four in the morning. I shouldn't wake them up.", Mammon scolded himself as his hand was already reaching for the door handle and pushing it down. "This is so inappropriate!", "I shouldn't be here", "(M/C)'s gonna get so mad if they wake up.". Mammon's heart was pounding like crazy and suddenly stopped when he saw your sleeping face with your brows furrowed. The demon had seen you sleep once before, when he barged into your room a few months ago, in the middle of the night, to get you to sneak out with him. You looked so peaceful sleeping back then, but now your face looked all scrunched up, not peaceful at all. And now Mammon even noticed the small lamp, that was still turned on, on your bedside table. Where you having a nightmare? Were you being plagued by nightmares too? Were they the same ones he had? Were they worse? As traumatic as that day was for Mammon he couldn't even imagine how bad it must've been for you. You had literally... died. The thought alone was enough to make goosebumps rise on the demon's skin and the urge to touch and embrace you was getting stronger. He just wanted to make sure you were still there. Really there. His feet slowly approached the bed. Without thinking Mammon's hand moved to your face, softly caressing the crease between your eyebrows with one finger as if to smooth the lines. You suddenly opened your eyes and Mammon's hand shot back. Your face softened as you recognized Mammon's face and gave him a small smile, "You scared me". "Sorry", was all that the demon could come up with as he stared at your face like he couldn't believe you were real. "What are you doing here?", you asked softly. Mammon was acting unlike his usual self and that seemed to concern you. "I don't know". Oh, he knew exactly what he was doing here, but he would never admit that. Even if he wanted to, the words seemed to be stuck in his throat. You lifted your blanket up and gestured for him to slip in. Mammon immediately complied and laid down beside you. The blanket was too small for two people, so you two were practically smooshed against each other. "Mammon your shirt is drenched", you whispered feeling the damp shirt now cling to you too. "Sorry". You sighed, "Take it off. You'll get sick...". The demon blushed, but pulled his shirt over his head and let it fall down on the floor beside the bed, "is that really okay?". You just giggled softly at his shy demeanor. The skin of his cheeks turned an even darker shade of red and the demon quickly turned off the small bed side lamp, thankful you wouldn't be able to see the embarrassing color his face had taken on.

With his shirt off Mammon could feel even more of your warm skin. The feeling made him calm down. The anxious feeling he had when he first stepped through the door completely gone. You were real. You were still here. Suddenly Mammon had the strongest urge to hug you and never let go, so he carefully turned his body in your direction and put an experimental hand on your right arm. When you didn't protest he put his whole arm around your waist loosely. He felt a sensation on his arm and expected you to move his arm away. Feeling dejected he got ready to pull his hand away, but only felt your own hand caress his arm softly. Mammon let out a small sigh of relief and boldly put his head in the crook of your neck. Your free arm sneaked under Mammon's neck and started playing with his head. The demon relaxed completely. This was probably the most relaxed he had been in the past weeks since the incident. He could feel himself become more tired and was slowly starting to fall asleep. He muttered a last "good night" and drifted off to sleep.

[devixncy]

hellooo:) can you please do a gi hun x sick reader? i have been so sick for the past few days and would love to read some comfort. tysm!!!

crazy bc as soon as i received this request yesterday i got sick LOL i actually feel like i'm dying so i feel you

✧ pairing: seong gi-hun x sick!reader

✧ summary: you're sick, gi-hun takes care of you :')

✧ content: no warnings, just fluff and comfort. no games au

✧ word count: 1.0k

As soon as you began to wake up, you immediately knew something was off. Although you were still drowsy you could feel the fire in your throat and how it hurt to swallow. Even though you were under the blankets and Gi-hun’s front was pressed up against your back with his arms around you, your body felt cold yet uncomfortably hot at the same time.

‘Son of a bitch’, you thought to yourself, letting a long and dramatic sigh out of your mouth. You were undeniably getting sick. As you adjusted slightly and closed your eyes, you attempted to gaslight yourself. ‘It’s probably nothing. The air is probably dry in here and it’s bothering my throat, and if I go back to sleep I’ll be fine once I wake up again.’

Unfortunately, the gaslighting didn’t work. You awoke to a hand shaking your shoulder gently, murmurs of your name barely registering as you groaned and buried your face into the pillow. That was short lived as you were rolled onto your back, the back of a hand being pressed against your forehead. Your eyes slowly fluttered open, Gi-hun slowly starting to fill your field of vision as he sat on the edge of the bed next to you. A frown was plastered to his face as he took his hand off of your forehead and placed it on your cheek. 

“How are you feeling, my dear?” He asked as you coughed a couple of times, feeling like it was rattling your entire chest. “You were sleeping so late I was starting to get worried.” 

“Like shit.” You replied bluntly, the chills creating goosebumps all over your body. He noticed this and quickly brought the comforter up over your shoulders, tucking you in until only your head was peeking out. He stood up from the bed as he brushed your hair out of your face, grimacing as he once again touched your burning hot forehead. 

“I’ll be right back, okay? Don’t move a muscle, just stay right there.” He spoke quickly and rushed out of the room. You rolled your eyes in a playful manner, knowing you were absolutely not moving from your spot any time soon. Your entire body felt fatigued. You had not a single drop of energy and the body aches felt like they were reaching into your bones. Closing your eyes again, you began to drift in and out of sleep until Gi-hun eventually rushed back into the room. Huffing, you opened your eyes due to the noise. He immediately got to work, firstly placing more pillows behind you to prop you up a little bit more. He placed a glass of ice water on the nightstand. On top of that, he had at least four different kinds of medication in his arms, placing them beside you as he grinned sheepishly. He left the room again only to return seconds later with extra blankets slung over one arm and the other hand carrying a bowl of juk. He placed the bowl down on the nightstand, then proceeded to delicately place the few extra blankets on top of you. You watched as he turned the TV on, putting on one of your comfort shows that he knew off the top of his head. “Do you need anything else?” He asked sincerely, hoping he grabbed everything you could’ve possibly needed. As you shook your head, he grinned and sat down next to you. 

The first thing he did was make sure that you took medicine (even if it made you gag). You washed it down with water as he held the cup up to your lips, ensuring that your arms didn’t move from underneath your warm cocoon. Then, he picked up the juk. You shook your head.

“I’m really not that hungry right now babe.” You said as you watched his smile turn into a frown, knowing he wasn’t accepting that as an answer. 

“You need to eat when you’re sick,” Gi-hun lectured as he picked up the spoon out of the bowl. “It will help soothe your throat. And it’ll make you feel warmer.” The spoon was slowly inching closer to your mouth and you glared at him, knowing you couldn’t refuse. You ate a few small bites and then shook your head again, signaling that you were done. He placed the bowl to the side, satisfied that he at least got you to eat a little bit.

“You know what would really make me feel warmer right now?” You asked as you looked at him. He hummed in response, brushing your hair out of your face again. 

“What’s that?” He asked as you smiled, wiggling your arms free from underneath the blankets. You stuck them out, making grabbing motions with both hands. 

“Come lay with me. Please.” You whined. You knew he would, even if it meant getting sick himself. This man would do anything and everything that you asked him to no matter the consequences. 

Your sentence had barely ended before he was peeling the blankets back from his side of the bed. He slid into the spot next to you and you wasted zero time. You immediately clung to him, wrapping your arms around him as you nestled your head into the crook of his neck. One arm wrapped around you, his free hand pulling the comforter back over the two of you. He made sure it was snug before practically pulling you on top of him, arms secure around your back. 

You giggled as he turned his head just enough to pepper kisses all over your cheek and temple, you in turn placing one gentle kiss at the base of his neck. “Gi-hun, now you’re definitely gonna get sick.” Your warning was emphasized by you clearing your throat (although you really did need to). You could feel him shrug.

“Well that just means I’ll have even more time to spend with you, doesn’t it?” He whispered, making you roll your eyes.

“Gi-hun, I can think of a million different ways we could spend more time together that doesn’t involve both of us being miserable.” You huffed as he rubbed your back, feeling his body shake as he let out a chuckle. 

“Hush. Quality time is quality time.” 

[nameless-jamie]

NOT LIKE HIM

Glimpse Into the Future - Jamie Tartt x fem!PA reader

Masterlist

TW: cursing, angst, crying

Y/N woke up to an empty bed.

At first, in the haze of half-sleep, she thought maybe Jamie had just shifted in his sleep, rolling away from her like he sometimes did when he got too warm. But when she reached out, her fingers met nothing but the cool emptiness of the sheets, the space beside her void of his warmth. She frowned, blinking blearily at the clock on the bedside table—3:27 AM—before sitting up and rubbing at her tired eyes.

It wasn’t unusual for Jamie to get up in the middle of the night. He had bouts of restlessness, times when sleep didn’t come easy to him. Sometimes, he’d go downstairs and watch old match replays with the volume barely above a whisper, analyzing every movement, every play, because his mind never truly shut off when it came to football. Other nights, he’d be stretching in the living room, claiming he needed to “stay loose” at all times, even at ungodly hours of the night.

But something about tonight felt different.

There was no sound coming from the TV. No soft grunts of effort from Jamie pushing himself into a stretch that most normal people wouldn’t attempt at this hour. No quiet rustling in the kitchen, no faint hum of a late-night snack being made. Instead, the house was eerily still, a suffocating sort of silence wrapping around her.

Then, she heard it.

A noise so faint she almost missed it—a quiet, choked breath, like someone was desperately trying to keep themselves together and failing.

Her stomach twisted.

Kicking off the covers, she swung her legs over the edge of the bed, pulling Jamie’s hoodie over her head before padding out of the room. The floor was cold beneath her bare feet as she moved down the hallway, following the barely-there sound like a thread pulling her forward.

When she reached the staircase, she spotted the faint glow of the living room lamp, its dim light barely spilling into the hallway.

And then she saw him.

Jamie was sitting on the floor, his back pressed against the couch, his knees drawn up, arms resting limply over them. His head was bowed, his hands clenched into the fabric of his sweats, his entire body curled inward like he was trying to make himself as small as possible. His shoulders trembled with each ragged breath he took, and when she stepped closer, she saw the way his jaw was clenched, like he was fighting a losing battle to keep it all in.

Her heart ached at the sight of him like this.

"Jamie?"

The moment the word left her lips, Jamie stiffened.

For a long second, he didn’t move, like he was debating whether or not to acknowledge her. Then, slowly, he swiped at his face with the sleeve of his hoodie, as if he could erase the evidence of whatever storm had overtaken him before looking up at her. His eyes were red-rimmed, lashes wet, and the vulnerability on his face was so raw that it made her chest tighten.

"Hey, love," he murmured, voice rough with exhaustion. "Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you."

Y/N frowned, stepping closer. "What’s wrong?"

"Nothing," Jamie said quickly, sitting up straighter, shoulders pulling back. "Just couldn’t sleep, that’s all. Go back to bed, yeah? You need your rest."

That was when she realized—he wasn’t just trying to be strong for himself.

He was trying to be strong for her.

For their baby.

Her heart clenched at the thought.

"Jamie," she said softly, sitting beside him. "You don’t have to do this."

"Do what?" he asked, still holding onto that fragile mask.

"Act like you’re fine when you’re not," she murmured. "Not with me."

Jamie exhaled sharply, running a hand over his face. "Babe, I just—look, I don’t wanna stress you out, alright? You should be restin’, not worryin’ about—"

Y/N didn’t let him finish.

She reached out, gently pressing her hand to his arm, her touch warm and steady. The second her fingers made contact, Jamie inhaled sharply, his whole body stiffening.

And then, just like that—

He broke.

A choked sound escaped him, and before she could say anything else, he was burying his face in his hands, his breath coming out in harsh, uneven gasps. His whole frame shook as he tried—and failed—to keep it together, and without hesitation, Y/N shifted closer, wrapping her arms around him.

That was all it took.

Jamie collapsed against her, his hands fisting the fabric of her hoodie, gripping it like it was the only thing keeping him tethered to the ground. A strangled sob escaped him, muffled against her shoulder.

She held him tighter.

"I—" He cut himself off, swallowed hard, then tried again. "I’m scared."

She frowned. "Scared of what?"

His jaw tightened, his grip on her hand growing just a little stronger.

"I—I don’t wanna be like him," Jamie choked out, voice thick with emotion. "I don’t—I can’t—"

Y/N’s heart ached.

She didn’t have to ask who he meant. He was talking about his dad...

She just ran her fingers through his hair, soft and slow, grounding him. "Jamie, listen to me," she whispered. "You are nothing like him."

Jamie shook his head against her shoulder. "You don’t know that," he rasped. "I’ve got his fuckin’ blood in me, Y/N. What if—what if I end up like him? What if I—" His voice cracked. "What if I mess this up?"

Y/N pulled back just enough to cup his face in her hands, tilting it up so he had no choice but to look at her. His eyes were red-rimmed, filled with so much fear and self-doubt that it made her chest tighten.

"You won’t," she said firmly, her thumbs brushing away the dampness on his cheeks. "Jamie, you are good. And you try so hard. You are not him. I know because I see you, Jamie. Every single day. I see the way you love, the way you care about people. You are kind and thoughtful and so fucking perfect. And you try—every damn day—to be better than what he taught you. That’s who you are."

Jamie swallowed hard, his breath still shaky. "But what if—"

"You won’t," she cut him off, pressing her forehead against his. "Because you choose to be different. Every single day, you choose to be better than what he was. You’re already better than him, Jamie."

Jamie let out a ragged breath, his grip on her hoodie loosening just slightly.

Y/N softened, her fingers tracing soothing patterns against his skin.

"You think I’d have fallen in love with someone like him?" she murmured.

That made Jamie pause.

He let out a shaky, broken laugh, one that still had the remnants of his tears in it. "Dunno," he mumbled. "You are a bit of a bad boy magnet."

Y/N smiled, pressing a soft kiss to the tip of his nose. "Yeah, but only the reformed ones."

Jamie huffed, but his body had started to relax, the worst of the storm passing.

Y/N brushed his hair back, her touch gentle. "Come back to bed, we miss you?"

Jamie hesitated, glancing at her stomach, at the tiny life growing inside her. Then, slowly, he nodded.

She led him upstairs, her hand in his, fingers laced together. When they reached the bed, Jamie curled around her, one hand resting over her stomach, his touch tentative but reverent.

"I love you," he murmured, his voice hoarse from crying.

Y/N smiled, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

"I love you too," she whispered.

And Jamie, safe in her arms, let himself believe it.

[bomiten]

my favorite loser ⋆˙⟡

#%! oneshot (1,837 words) #%! tokuno yushi x gn!reader

requested by ༘⋆ anonymous

synopsis .ᐟ what's your loser classmate doing with the ball on the field? huh. maybe being forced to watch your brother's game wasn't such a terrible idea after all.

content warnings .ᐟ minor profanity, strangers to lovers, massive loser yushi, silly mean reader, consensual (?) bullying, is it really strangers to lovers if one person has been crushing for years?

✄┈┈┈┈ january 01, 2025 – 9:43 am.

A whistle sound blares through the entire field, effectively waking you up from where you're seated at the bleachers. You’ve been idle there for nearly an hour and a half, irritation bubbling from your core. You could have had enough time to shower and change out of your pajamas if it weren't for your brother rushing you. He’s barely even late!

How did you end up at one of your brother’s games, you ask? Here's what happened exactly..

“y/n! get your ass ready, let's go!”

you groan loud enough for him to hear, you didn't even want to go to his game! and now you're being rushed, how annoying.

“I’m coming!” you yell back when, in fact, you were not coming down anytime soon. If he wants you to watch his game, he has to work for it.

thinking that your brother has left from the stillness of noise in the living room, it leaves you absolutely shocked out of your wits when he comes bursting through your bedroom door.

he charges at you and lifts you over your shoulder like a sack of potatoes, causing you to erupt in giggles. now you know to never underestimate a football player's strength!

“you need to get out the house y/n” he sing-songs, the grip on your legs never faltering no matter how much you thrash and wriggle out of his hold “I will go out! just not to watch you suck at football!”

your brother snickers, already out the door and nearing the car, “you’d be surprised how wrong you are, really” just as the car door flies open, he throws you inside and shuts it before walking to the drivers side “I’m not captain for nothing”

you sit up with a sigh, you already know he won't shut up about how much of an amazing player he is. to which– you agree, truthfully. you’d rather not let him know, though.

And that's your morning flashback. Thinking about it genuinely makes your head hurt, anger already simmering. Stay calm, positive thoughts.

Just as you finish calming yourself down, loud cheers erupt and soon enough, you spot your brother smugly walking to the center of the field, his teammates trailing behind just as smug as him. Proud smiles, puffed out chests– you could tell this is their thing, they're in their element.

In all realness, football does interest you. With the way your brother geeks out about it since you two were young, you can't help gaining the same fascination. So, being seated at the players area bleachers truly has you on your toes, making sure to fight every urge to keep your smile concealed.

Just before another round of yells explodes for the opposing team, your brother’s team jog to where you're seated, situating their things on a bleacher each, the coach giving you a kind smile as your brother high fives you. Deep down, you're just as pumped as him, and he knows that too.

You throw your brother an encouraging smile, and then look at the rest of his teammates to do the same. Until– what? Yushi? What’s that nerd doing here!

You two share the same shell-shocked expression, before yours turns into something inevitably evil. What a sight to see! Your favourite loser playing such an excruciating sport. Yushi pales, eyes shaking and mouth agape. No way you’re watching his game!

He's so, absolutely, cooked. He can’t possibly embarrass himself in front of you! Much to his luck, your brother smacks him on the back, snapping out of his fright, “yushi! You’re a starter, okay? Okay!” Really, he’ll just kill himself. But he guesses this way better than being benched and getting an earful from you.

He's not really sure what expression he’s making, but from the way you giggle behind your hand, he figues it’s pathetic.

✄┈┈┈┈ january 01, 2025 – 12:13 pm.

The team was at their final set, a good 20 point lead. Honestly, you haven’t paid much attention to your brother, eyes glued on yushi, who, surprisingly, has played so well. Better than what you expected, atleast. I mean, really, what’s there to expect from a loser like him?

you bite your finger, currently yushi has the ball, running across the field as he aims for the goal. The opposing team's player that's running alongside him is positively three times yushi’s size. He bumps into the man, effectively making the player fall and roll over. You can’t help but feel anxious, will he even make that goal?

The whistle blows and the crowd cheers, he does make the goal.

And, well, he also gets punched in the face. Um..

“yushi!” You hear one of their teammates yell, running over to him and helping him to his feet. The amount of blood flowing out his nose is quite concerning. You look around the field for your brother. Oh.

Before you could even react to him charging at the player that punched Yushi, he’d already tackle him down and the referees are already separating them. He really needs to control his temper. sigh.

enough of that, you immediately jump on your feet the moment yushi was nearing the bleachers. “You fucking idiot” you exclaim, flicking yushi’s forehead, his teammates laughing. So much for controlling tempers. Guess it runs in the blood.

“couldn’t you have dodged that? What are you a football player for if your reflexes are slow!” You continue to scold him, his eyes turning the slightest bit watery before casting them down, deciding his shoes are far more interesting to look at.

Before you were able to continue your reprimanding, you felt a heavy arm sling around your shoulder, making you snap your head to the body next to yours. The sight of your brother’s face makes you gasp, instantly throwing his arm off of you.

“You-!” You half gasp and half shout, you hand smacking him behind his head, making the team laugh. “You fucking dumbass! Look at your face!” Your brother only shrugs, leaving you to walk over and sit at your chair, chugging his water in one go.

The commotion makes Yushi look over at you, cotton stuffed on both his nostrils. Poor boy, he looks like a wet kitten. Eyes glistening and a pout on his lips. How kissable.

What? What.

Weird observation.. anyways! Just as you were about to grab your bag, their coach clapped his hands together, announcing “celebratory lunch! You-” he gestures at you, “included!”

Sighing, there's really no escaping this one.

You plop down on your seat with a breath the moment their coach ushered the team back in the locker rooms. To which makes you groan frustratedly, because your brother takes way too long in the showers.

Luckily enough, the team owned ball was left on the seat next to yours. Bingo! You hop on your feet and run, throwing the ball on the field, giggling at the feeling of the grass touching your toes through your socks and slides.

How long has it been since you last played?

Running and kicking the ball around the field had you so occupied, you hadn't noticed a figure watching you.

“Um.. I didn't know you played..”

The sudden voice makes you yelp, almost tripping on the ball. You whip your whole body to see none other than Yushi, “what the hell, yushi!”

He squeaks, almost as if he expected you to have an explosive reaction. “Sorry..”

What a wimp. You roll your eyes and bend down to pick the ball up, before jogging back in front of him. “Where's your teammates, dork?”

Yushi juts his bottom lip out ever so slightly, eyes casting down once again, “finished first than them..” he murmurs.

“What?” You quip, “can't you speak any louder than that?”

Yushi huffs, cheeks puffed and glowing a hue of pink, “I said I finished first, so they're still inside” you stare at his face, the flush on him really makes him look adorable.

“Weirdo” your brain to mouth filter must've been upside down. Didn't you just say he was adorable?

Whatever. He didn't need to know what you thought.

Thinking yushi had nothing better to say (or do, other than stare at ball in your arms), you turn your back and run back to the field, completely shocking you when you turn to face the goal and he’s right there.

You click your tongue, “if you wanted to play with me, you could've just said so” admittedly, you found it endearing how he follows you around like a lost puppy. However he didn't have to know that “no need to creep up behind me”

“Actually..” yushi starts, fingers fiddling with one another, “why are you here?” you tilt your head, were you not allowed to be here?

You hum, “to watch my brother. Why” you smile, a remark already at the tip of your tongue, “did you think I was here for you?”

Yushi looks at you, the look in his eyes unreadable, “yeah”

huh? huh.

“What?” what? Yushi sputters at the look on your face, eye wise and mouth agape. “I– uh– uhm..” words, yushi!

You try your best to fix your expression, letting yushi explain himself, “uh huh?”

Yushi looked around to make sure no one was around. Huffing, he shuts his eyes tight and leans forward, pecking your lips. The soft feeling of his lips came as soon as it left. What the hell.

A beat, two, three. And you're bursting out in giggles, “what was that? You didn't even hold me at least!” yushi flushes a deep color of red from his cheeks, to his ears, down to his neck, his hands balled in a fist. He’s such a loser. So cute.

“I–” yushi yelps, head ducking down, “I thought you came to watch me” he whispers. It makes you laugh wholeheartedly, “so you kissed me?” Yushi whips his head up so fast it makes you worried for his neck, “no!”

“Then what is it, loser?” Yushi quirk your brow, his whole body flinching when you held his hand to drag you with him on the grass, sitting crisscrossed, “we’re not leaving here until you tell me”

yushi sits on his knees, hands balled on his lap, “I like you” he murmurs, “huh?” you tease, hearing him loud and clear from how close he’s sitting next to you. Yushi groans, an accusing finger pointed at you, “you heard me!”

He’s so endearing. “Okay, okay! Sorry!” You laugh, hand on his wrist, his skin steaming hot from embarrassment, “I heard you, loser”

yushi slumps on himself, “still loser?” there he goes again with wet kitten look, how could you possibly resist that? “Mhm,” you hum, dragging yushi down with you as you lay on the (dirty) grass. You turn to face him, slightly surprised that he’s already looking at you.

You smile, the kind that reaches your eyes, “my favourite loser” maybe coming to your brother’s game wasn’t so bad.

eek! yushi one shot with a new writing style, what do yew guys think? 😓 anyways riku smau update soon as a welcome back celebration yippee!

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[alittlegiraffe]

Title: "Not Letting Go"

The house looked the same. The porch light flickered the way it always had, the paint on the door was chipped in the same places, and the flowers you had planted last spring were still hanging on despite the colder weather. But it didn’t feel the same.

Marshall’s fingers clenched around the steering wheel as he sat in his car, parked in front of the place he used to call home. His stomach twisted with nerves, his palms damp with sweat. This wasn’t just any visit—this was the visit. The one where he either won you back or walked away knowing he had lost you for good.

He had no one to blame but himself.

The late nights, the slurred words, the empty promises—all fueled by the pills, the fog that had wrapped around his mind and body for years. He had told himself he was in control, that he wasn’t hurting anyone but himself. But he had been so wrong.

The moment you had slid those divorce papers across the table, your hands shaking but your voice steady, something inside him had snapped. He had begged, pleaded, told you he would change—but you had just shaken your head, pain swimming in your eyes.

"I can’t do this anymore, Marshall," you had whispered. "I love you, but I can’t keep watching you destroy yourself."

It had taken losing you to finally open his eyes.

And now, six months clean, his mind clear for the first time in years, he was standing on your doorstep, heart pounding harder than it ever had before.

Would you even want to see him?

Would you even believe him?

He exhaled sharply, running a hand down his face before knocking.

For a few moments, nothing happened.

Then the door creaked open, and there you were.

You looked… good. Tired, maybe, but still so you. The sight of you knocked the air from his lungs. You weren’t wearing your wedding ring anymore. The realization hit him like a gut punch, but he swallowed the pain.

"Marshall," you said cautiously, gripping the doorframe like you weren’t sure whether to slam the door or step outside.

"Hey," he said, voice hoarse.

Silence stretched between you, thick and heavy with everything unsaid.

Finally, you sighed. "What are you doing here?"

Marshall ran a hand over his buzzed hair, exhaling before meeting your gaze head-on. "I had to see you. I had to tell you in person."

"Tell me what?" Your voice was guarded, like you were bracing yourself for another excuse, another empty apology.

"I got clean." The words felt heavy in the air, real in a way they hadn’t been before. "Six months. No pills, no nothing. I—I had to. I had to, (Y/N), because I was losing everything. I was losing you."

You blinked, shock flickering across your face before something else—something softer—settled in your expression. But it wasn’t relief. It wasn’t forgiveness.

"Marshall, that’s—" You hesitated, exhaling shakily. "That’s really good. I am proud of you."

His chest tightened at the careful way you said it, like you didn’t want to give him too much hope. Like you were afraid to believe it.

"I know I messed up," he continued, his voice thick with emotion. "I know I hurt you in ways I can’t take back. And I’m not here to beg or force you to change your mind, but I am here to tell you—I’m fighting for you. For us."

You closed your eyes for a moment, pressing your lips together. "Marshall…"

"I know I don’t deserve you back just because I finally got my shit together," he cut in, his voice raw. "I know it doesn’t work that way. But I needed you to know that I’m not the same man I was when you left. I don’t want to be that man again. I don’t want to lose you."

Tears welled in your eyes, and it killed him to see it, to know he was the reason for them. "Do you know how many times I wanted to believe you’d change?" Your voice wavered. "How many nights I spent hoping you'd wake up and realize what you were doing to yourself? To us?"

"I know," he murmured, voice thick. "And I hate that it took losing you to finally get my head on straight. But I did it, baby. And I’m gonna keep doing it. Whether you take me back or not—I’m staying clean. But I want you back. I just… I need you to know that I’m not giving up on us. Not without a fight."

A tear slipped down your cheek, and you quickly wiped it away. His hands itched to reach for you, to pull you into him, to prove that he was different. But he didn’t. Not yet.

"I don’t know if I can just… let everything go," you whispered.

"You don’t have to," he said quickly. "I don’t expect that. I just—I just want a chance to prove to you that I’m not the man you walked away from. Let me earn you back."

You looked at him then, really looked at him. His eyes were clearer than they had been in years. His shoulders, once hunched with exhaustion and addiction, stood strong again. He was Marshall again—the man you had fallen in love with before the drugs had taken him away.

"I don’t know if I’m ready," you admitted.

"Then I’ll wait," he said without hesitation. "For as long as it takes."

The air between you felt charged, fragile.

Finally, you sighed, stepping back just a little. "Do you… want to come in?"

It wasn’t a promise. It wasn’t a guarantee. But it was something.

Marshall let out a shaky breath, nodding. "Yeah. I’d really like that."

And as you stepped aside to let him in, he swore he’d never take this second chance for granted.

[spnjediavenger]

I Need My Brother (Chapter 4)

Title: I Need My Brother (Chapter 4)

Type: multi-chapter; matt murdock x sister!reader, foggy x teen!reader (platonic!), Claire x teen!reader (platonic!)

Warnings: canon-typical Daredevil situations/injuries, blood, angst, run-on sentences

POSSIBLE TRIGGER WARNINGS: panic attack description

Spoilers: MAJOR S1 SPOILERS

Notes: The panic attack description is a mix of my own experience and some I read online - this is not how ALL panic attacks are experienced.

As always, love and/or constructive/friendly criticism is welcome and encouraged!

Word count: 1491

Need to catch up? (Chapter 1) (Chapter 2) (Chapter 3)

Y/n was sitting in the living room of the apartment late one night. Matt, again, was chasing down a lead. Y/n was thankful they at least had a little break as promised before Matt started getting back into everything again. Her nerves were a bit on edge tonight, however. She couldn’t put her finger on it but something felt wrong. 

“Matt!”

Y/n jumped as Foggy yelled from outside the apartment, pounding on the door and jerking her from her worried thoughts. He was clearly upset…and drunk…

Y/n rolled her eyes as he ranted and went to let him in when there was a crash coming from Matt’s room, making the girl jump a second time.

“Matt?”

Y/n ignored Foggy’s call and grabbed the pepper spray in her pocket. She got up and steadily made her way towards Matt’s bedroom. As soon as her eyes set on the ‘intruder,’ she screamed.

From outside, Foggy sobered up instantly and called to the girl. When he didn’t get a response he ran up to the loft of the apartment to get in.

Inside, Y/n ran over to her brother and caught him before he could hit the ground, the girl almost falling over from his weight. Dropping the pepper spray, she took her phone out and dialed Claire.

“Claire, CLAIRE! I NEED YOU NOW! IT��S MATT!” she threw her phone aside and lowered her brother to the floor, tears streaming down her face. “Matt, Matty please, PLEASE don’t do this to me again. Matt, I need you!”

Foggy stepped on the broken step from the loft, alerting Y/n to his presence. The man was stunned at what he saw.

“Y/n? What the hell is going on?!” Foggy yelled in shock.

“Foggy, there’s no time right now! Get rags from the kitchen and the first aid kit above the sink, quick! He could die!” she cried, putting pressure on the worst of Matt’s wounds until Foggy came back. “Matty,” she begged quieter as she pulled his mask off and lightly slapped his face to try and get him to wake up. “Matty, please don’t do this to me, you promised, you promised. I’m begging you. I can’t do this. FOGGY HURRY!”

Foggy ran back, items in hand, nearly falling to the floor. Y/n scrambled to grab the items and instructed Foggy to unlock the front door and come back to help her. He did as he was told and came back in a daze. “Y/n…I’ll repeat…what the hell is going on here?”

Said girl was shaking from head to toe as she tightly wrapped the lacerations on Matt’s arms and legs to stop the bleeding so she could start stitching up the ones on his torso if Claire didn’t get there first. “F-Foggy, please. I-I can’t-”

“Ok ok, sorry. Just take a deep breath, tell me what to do.”

Claire soon burst through the door and ran in, medical bag in hand. “Alright, everybody move back, give him room.”

Y/n’s eyes moved frantically to Claire at her request. “N-No, I-I can help.”

“Y/n you’re shaking and his wounds look deep,” at this, Y/n let out a sob. “And you’re emotionally compromised. I promise, I got this.”

When Y/n made no motion to move, Foggy gently grabbed her shoulders and pulled her back. When Claire cut Matt’s shirt off to reveal his wounds, Y/n immediately turned around and bolted to the bathroom to empty the contents of her stomach, Foggy close behind her to hold her hair back. When nothing else came up, Y/n collapsed to the floor, gripping her hair in her hands, and sobbed hysterically, rocking back and forth on her knees and hyperventilating.

“Sir, you need to get her to calm down before she passes out,” Claire called from the living room, having heard from Matt that Y/n had a history of panic attacks. 

“How do I do that?!”

“Distract her mind or have her hold something cold to distract her body from the symptoms of the panic attack,” Claire called again, trying to keep focused on the dying man in front of her and simultaneously make sure his sister didn’t knock herself out.

“Ok, come here, kid,” Foggy grunted as he scooped Y/n up bridal style. He took her into her room and set her down on her bed facing away from the doorway. “Stay here one second.” He ran into the kitchen, trying not to look at the carnage of his best friend on the floor, grabbed some ice from the freezer, and ran back to Y/n. “Here, hold this,” he said, handing over the ice to the hyperventilating teenager.

She shakily grabbed the ice and looked up to meet Foggy’s eyes. “Wha-what am I g-gonna do, Foggy?...He-He can’t-...I-I need my brother…”

“Hey, look at me, he-...he’s gonna be fine, alright? You have your friend here and she seems like she knows what she’s doing. And something tells me she’s done this before,” he said the last part more to himself than anything. “Just…I don’t know, focus on me, ok? Can you do that?”

Breaths sawing in and out, Y/n nodded, still meeting Foggy’s eyes as tears fell down in rivers from her own.

Foggy offered a smile and grabbed her hands, giving them a squeeze and feeling the melting ice between them. “Focus on what’s around you in this room. Talk to me about what you see.”

“Y-You…Your hair’s messy…and you’ve b-been sweating…and crying…how much did you drink at Josie’s?”

Foggy chuckled and playfully pushed her shoulder, making her chuckle a bit as well.

“Sorry,” she continued, sniffling. “I know it’s been a bad day for all of you.” Her eyes flashed to the doorway and Foggy turned her back towards him.

“Hey, focus on me, remember? Focus on this room”

She nodded. Y/n looked past him to the window in her room; it wasn’t nearly as distracting as the others in the apartment. “I can see faint flashes of colored lights from the billboards outside…less cars are out now than earlier in the night but…but I can still hear sirens-”

“What about your room, kiddo?” Foggy redirected her, knowing the sirens might set her off again.

She sniffled a bit before continuing. “It’s cooler. But that’s ok.” She ran a wet hand over her bed beneath her. “My blankets are soft…I like it to be colder so I can snuggle with more blankets…it comforts me…”

“Hey, the more blankets the better if you ask me,” Foggy said, sensing a little embarrassment from her. Y/n smiled a bit.

Finally feeling calmer, and all the ice melted from her hands, Y/n pulled her sleeve down to wipe her mouth from the leftover vomit. Foggy used his own sleeve to wipe the tears from her face, using one hand to hold her head so he wasn’t too rough.

“Why don’t you go rinse your mouth out, wash up, and get changed? I think you’ll feel a little better,” he suggested, noticing Matt’s blood on her shirt and hands from where she had carried him. 

Y/n nodded, got some pajamas, and let Foggy lead her to the bathroom to keep her eyes away from Matt. He waited outside the door and watched Claire as she finished up. They had a short conversation before the nurse tapped on the bathroom door.

“He’ll be ok, Y/n,” she said in finality, releasing a tired sigh. ”You can come out and see him if you want. You know the signs to look out for and how to change bandages.”

At this, said girl exited the bathroom looking fresher, but wouldn’t look at Matt. She hugged Claire and thanked her, a couple stray tears falling down her cheeks.

“Let me know if anything happens or if you need to talk, ok?” Claire said, hugging her back and smoothing a hand through her hair. The girl nodded against her and Claire left, giving one last glance at Matt before sighing and walking out.

Y/n looked up at Foggy. “Foggy can you- I mean…I just…I want to sleep. Can you…can you stay with me, please?”

Foggy smiled. “How can I say no to those doe eyes, huh?”

Y/n giggled a bit. She and Foggy walked back to her room; Foggy took his suit jacket off and climbed into the bed, allowing Y/n to cuddle up to him. It took him back to his college days with Matt, when his friend would be out for the night, presumably with a girl, and he was watching Y/n for him. She had been in her early teens at the time and, despite insisting she didn’t need a babysitter, she came to enjoy Foggy’s company and began seeing him as another brother. Things hadn’t changed. And they were both thankful for this.

[cam1lla]

Most Superbat Taylor Swift lyrics under the cut

Bruce’s POV:

“My only one/My smoking gun/My eclipsed sun/This has broken me down/My twisted knife/My sleepless night/My win-less fight/This has frozen my ground/Stood on the cliffside screaming, ‘Give me a reason’/Your faithless love's the only hoax I believe in/Don't want no other shade of blue but you” — Hoax

“All I know is this could either break my heart or bring it back to life/Got a feelin' your electric touch could fill this ghost town up with life/And I want you now, wanna need you forever/In the heat of your electric touch” — Electric Touch

“I keep these longings locked in lowercase inside a vault/Someone told me, ‘there’s no such thing as bad thoughts’/Only your actions talk/These fatal fantasies giving way to labored breath/Taking all of me/We've already done it in my head/If it's make believe, why does it feel like a vow we’ll both uphold somehow?” — Guilty As Sin?

“Two headlights shine through the sleepless night/And I will get you, and get you alone/Your name has echoed through my mind/And I just think you should, think you should know/That nothing safe is worth the drive” — Treacherous

“All the drama queens taking swings/All the jokers dressin' up as kings/They fade to nothin' when I look at him/And I know I make the same mistakes every time/Bridges burn, I never learn, at least I did one thing right/I did one thing right/I'm laughin' with my lover, makin' forts under covers/Trust him like a brother, yeah, you know I did one thing right/Starry eyes sparkin' up my darkest night” — Call It What You Want

“My boy was a montage/A slow motion, love potion/Jumping off things in the ocean/I broke his heart 'cause he was nice/He was sunshine, I was midnight rain/He wanted it comfortable/I wanted that pain” — Midnight Rain

“Late in the night, the city's asleep/Your love is a secret I'm hoping, dreaming, dying to keep/Change my priorities/The taste of your lips is my idea of luxury” — King Of My Heart

“Morning, his place/Burnt toast, Sunday/You keep his shirt/He keeps his word/And for once, you let go/Of your fears and your ghosts/One step, not much/But it said enough/You kiss on sidewalks/You fight then you talk/One night he wakes/Strange look on his face/Pauses, then says/You're my best friend/And you knew what it was/He is in love” — You Are In Love

Clark’s POV:

“Wait for the signal and I’ll meet you after dark/Show me the places where the others gave you scars” — Willow

“Now I'm pacin' on shaky ground/Strike a match, then you blow it out/Oh no, oh no, it's not fair/'Cause you kiss mе and it stops time/And I'm yours, but you're not mine” — Say Don’t Go

“So dignified in your well-pressed suit/So strategized, all the eyes on you/Sashay away to your seat/It's the best seat, in the best room/Oh, he's so smug, Mr. "Always wins"/So far above me in every sense/So far above feeling anything” — Mr. Perfectly Fine

“I could see you in your suit and your necktie/Pass me a note saying, "Meet me tonight"/Then we kiss, and you know I won't ever tell, yeah/And I could see you being my addiction/You can see me as a secret mission” — I Can See You

“You never know what people have up their sleeves/Ghosts from your past gonna jump out at me/Lurking in the shadows with their lip gloss smiles/But I don't care 'cause right now you're mine” — Ours

“It was like an age-old classic the first time that you saw me/The story started when you said, "Hello"/In a crowded room a few short years ago/And sometimes there's no proof, you just know/You're always gonna be mine/I'm gonna love you when our hair is turnin' gray/We'll have a cardboard box of photos of the life we've made/And you'll say, ‘Oh my, we really were timeless’” — Timeless

“So when I touch down/Call the amateurs and/Cut 'em from the team/Ditch the clowns, get the crown/Baby I'm the one to beat/Cause the sign on your heart/Said it's still reserved for me/Honestly, who are we to fight the alchemy?” — The Alchemy

[kiawren]

So uhm instead of doing my 8 essays due Tuesday morning I went down a rabbit hole learning about the romance farming sim Fields of mistria. And I adore Ryis so much....I've spent hours finding out about what I can of him becuz I can't play the game before the end of November...

My s/i and him would be perfect for each other... First of all he loves birds like HELLO.! When I learnt that fact I had multiple exclamation marks on top of my head I think. And it's not even a one-off thing he mentioned, I'm pretty sure it's established as one part of his personality. He also builds bird houses. And he has a feather collection. He is just like me for real.

Ok continued with lots of words down here Woops

He's so kind and creative... He does woodworking, and some of the gifts he loves can be carved on as mentioned in the item's description. It's crazy becuz I have an oc (ik I don't post about my oc's but they're always brewing in my head) who also likes to carve intricate patterns on wood (he has a wooden arm he carves on, and likes Batik patterns and the artfulness of Wayang Kulit which is Malay shadow puppetry.) like bro. Okay. And it means he's also an artist of sorts...Um yeah I'm projecting traits of that OC into the art we'd like to do together. I think my s/i would like to carve cool patterns with him... Like what if we carve birds... And they would love to sit outside and watch birds and try to sketch them together. Not to mention that one of the events you can do with him as part of a romance stage is. Planting a tree together. I'm normal. Like hello. Planting a TREE as a symbol of your love I think that's so crazy to me it's having me so whipped. And he's so down to earth I think he moved from the city to the more village setting of the game and also he was important in helping the village recover from the earthquake becuz of his skills and also he's very lovable for his kindness I think. I'm so invested now but my essays 😊 my esssayyss.... Oh yeah he also reminds me of Kiawe becuz he dresses like he works on a farm and it was my first impression... Also I think red is his color (one of his outfits is blue though. My s/i's color but it's whatever it's nothingggg that doesn't mean anything to me) and his personality is similar to kiawe's. They both have creative interests, work with wood in some way (kiawe's staff is wood okay it's more of a stretch but. Yeah haha) they're both hardworking, relatively quiet people but very kind. Help me

[deva-arts]

☆ Nathaniel Wilson ☆

I Really Like Nathaniel because the guy embodies Hope and Positivity without forcing it down the gullets of everyone around him.

He looks like he'd be a pleasant individual to actually be around at 7 am. Even before his coffee. [ Sera should be too, she doesn't seem like an unbearable person to be around in La Matinée ( the Morning ) . But still, she is alot grumpier than her other half. ]

With that said. Insert Happy music here. Nujabes or Smth.

Submitted by @mettamorphoses!

Love the way you drew Nate here! such a clean style and serious face :> He's my favorite little quadfocal guy... friendly, polite, and a good conversationalist! You're absolutely right, he's one of the easiest people to get along with. It's almost like he knows exactly what to say to people.

Sera isn't grumpy so much as she is disinterested and dismissive. She heads to work without bothering to make small talk besides a basic "Hello." if she passes you by. Not the worst outcome, really, if silence doesn't bother you.

[running-in-the-dark]

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[watery-melon-baller]

hey lads i keep sleeping for 12+ hours and having unsettling dreams ending in my death do you think this means anything

[potatoesandsunshine]

sad about waypoint hours :(

[akireu-13]

finally did the math and i have/will be working 65 hours in one week lol, average of 9hrs per day, which is more time than i spend sleeping

not counting the time i spend travelling, which would make it ~73, which means an average of 10hrs every day

could pick up a shift tomorrow and make it 71 (80 with travel)

[robertsbarbie]

tucker being an enabler today because tell me why i have this motherfucker as a mental health support and i just got out of bed 20 minutes ago

[classyrbf]

dad bod!toji who’s still the big, muscular man he is but you can tell he’s gotten older and his metabolism has slowed down a little bit. He’s gotten chubbier in his arms, thighs, tummy. Not to mention, he’s started to gray and grow stubble on his face, the perfect salt and pepper mix. Toji says he hates it, always moaning and groaning about needing to hit the gym but you…? You fucking love it. It takes everything in you not to ravish his right then and there, wanting to pounce on him every second of the day. You’re always kissing up on him, grabbing on him, dragging him to the laundry room while the kids watching tv so you could have a quickie. And he’s so confused on where all this extra energy and affection has sprouted from, but he loves it. You’re always so eager for him, fucking your self on his cock, him waking up to you kissing his neck and stroking his dick, dropping to your knees and giving him head without his asking. He wonders what he’s done to deserve all of it.

He’s standing in the mirror one late night with his shirt off, examining just how chubby he’s gotten. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t a little insecure, thinking how gorgeous you are and how you shouldn’t settle for him. “I’m losing myself,” he grumbles. “What’s going on, baby?” You walk in the room, a smile immediately on your face when you see his shirt is off, definitely a sight to see. “I need to head to the gym is what’s going on.” He flexes his muscles in the mirror. You giggle and walk up behind him, snaking your arms around his waist. “I think you look so handsome with a little weight on you,” you whisper in his ear. “Does something to me.” You nibble on his ear before trailing kisses along his jaw, and that’s when Toji realizes why you’ve been so affectionate with him, like a lightbulb going off in his head.

Just mere minutes later, you’re riding him like your life depends on it, slamming your hips down on his, creating a sticky mess between you two. “S-shit,” he pants, “slow down, mama—fuck!” His bruising grips on your hips only tighten the faster you ride him. Your pussy sucks him in with each thrust, clenching around his throbbing cock. “I can’t…you get so me so hot and bothered, baby.” You grin, running your hands down his chest.

He swears he could cum right then and there, with the way you were riding him and that look in your eye, he was ready to give you another kid. And now you were kissing his neck, moaning and whimpering in his ear. “You’re so perfect, Toji,” you mewl. “Fuck me.” His eyes roll back before fluttering shut. “Keep going, yes, yes, just like that, mama. You’re gonna make me fucking cum,” he groans. You keep that same rhythm, squeezing your pussy around him, milking him. He suddenly wraps his arms around you, holding you in place as he thrusts up into you, the sound of skin on skin filling the room. “Ah, fuck!” You cry out, your cum dripping down his shaft. His thrusts grow sloppier and harder and next thing you know he’s filling you up, pushing his cum deeper inside of you with slow thrusts. Laughter erupts from your chest as you catch your breath, kissing him slowly and passionately.

“Mmm, goddamn,” he huffs, pulling you to his chest. “Now I finally know why you’re so goddamn horny all the time,” he chuckles. You blink up at him with a small smirk. “Can you blame me?” You trace patterns on his skin. He can see the look in your eye, that hungry stare you’re giving him, wanting more. “What are you thinking about, hm?” He caresses your cheek. “Oh nothing…just how badly I wanna give you some head right now, but I’ll wait.”