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yieldtotemptation · 3 years ago

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NURSE ft. Yeji

yeji x male reader smut

6k words

"God, you're so hot!"

"You too, babe"

"No, I mean you have a fever, dummy."

"A fever for your loving."

"You do know you're going to have to stay in bed all day?"

"I bet I am."

"You're an idiot."

"Achoo!"

You can see the mental debate taking place behind Yeji's eyes as she weighs the pros and cons of hitting you - a perfectly sculpted eyebrow twitches, her cupid's bow lips purse, and her nostrils flair in frustration, stretching out the cute freckle on the tip of her nose.

Instead, she decides to give up on you and your cheesy lines, and leaves your bedroom with an exasperated sigh, returning to her busywork around your apartment - preparing soup in your pressure cooker, taking care of your laundry, and cleaning the mess you've accumulated over the past few days.

If you had known that being sick meant getting spoilt by your girlfriend like this, you may have been inclined to fall ill more often.

"I really hate you sometimes," you hear Yeji mutter from outside your door.

"Love you too!" You call out back to her from the comfort of your bed. You don't catch her response, only hear her grumbling about something, followed by the sound of your washing machine’s lid being slammed shut.

"Don't think I've forgiven you!" She says, her voice trailing off as she moves through your apartment and to your kitchen. "I can't believe you weren't going to tell me you were sick! How were you even planning to take care of yourself?"

"They do delivery here…"

"I know. I saw the fried chicken boxes. This is why you get sick so easily!"

After several minutes of cleaning, cooking, and passive-aggressive vacuuming, Yeji storms back into your bedroom, an assortment of pills in one hand, a mug in the other. She takes a seat on the side of your bed and thrusts the items in your face.

"Swallow this, drink this."

You do as instructed, swallowing down the medicine, and drinking down the strange-tasting, warm liquid. You open your mouth wide to show her your empty tongue, to which she replies with a satisfied nod. "What would I do without you?"

She rolls her eyes. "Keep pushing your luck and maybe you'll find out."

You gasp in mock horror at the prospect, an act that finally manages to get Yeji to smile for the first time since she came into your apartment and discovered you sick. "You wouldn't dare."

"I would," Yeji threatens. "I leave you alone for one week! You message me acting like everything's fine the entire time and I come home to see you like this."

"It's not that bad," you say, somewhat fruitlessly trying to reason with your girlfriend. Admittedly it's when she's all flustered and frustrated that you find her the cutest.

Something about the way she puffs out her cheeks when she gets mad.

"It's just a cold."

"Fever." Yeji corrects you, emphasising her point by feeling your forehead with the back of her hand.

You reach for her, stroking her forearm apologetically. "I am sorry, Yeji. I just didn’t want to make you worry."

Yeji softens at that - no matter how mad she ever gets at you, she never finds it difficult to forgive. "If you're really sorry, you'll be a good boyfriend and rest so you can quickly get better and we can actually spend time together."

"Well," you start, "you know what would really make me feel better."

"I swear if this is another line or a dirty joke - "

"I was going to say a kiss - but I like where your mind is at," you say, and this time Yeji does hit you, albeit playfully and on your shoulder. "I mean - this is very close to one of my top ten fantasies."

"Isn't the whole sexy nurse thing a bit cliché? Why don't you just be happy to have your beautiful girlfriend taking care of you?"

"They're clichés for a reason," you say, using your eyes to gesture down to your waist.

"You've got to be kidding me." Yeji's eyes follow down your body, to the unmistakeable tent forming underneath the blanket that was currently draped over you. "Really?"

"Don't act all innocent! It's not my fault that having my beautiful girlfriend taking care of me is such a turn on!" You retort, "Besides, we both know why you really came over - before you found out I was sick."

Yeji's eyes go wide at that, and you see the Light Fury resemblance so often joked about. "I don't know what you're talking about."

It's your turn to raise an eyebrow. "Yeji."

"What?"

"Yoga pants, Yeji." You stare at the skin-tight fabric clinging to her lower body - the very first thing you noticed about her when she came barging into your apartment. The leggings left little to the imagination, and knowing Yeji they were clearly worn with calculated purpose - chosen specifically to emphasise her long, toned legs, and to show off her ridiculously firm, supple ass.

Most distinctively though, was how snugly it fit over her mound, detailing the exact outline of lips you were more than familiar with. Yeji follows your eyes and sees we're your looking, immediately blushes and shyly crossing her legs over one another to hide the all-too-obvious camel toe.

"You were practically begging me to notice."

"I came here straight from dance practice!" Yeji insists.

"And the top?"

"I don't know what you're -"

You reach for the strap of her tank-top, pulling it to the side to reveal a bare shoulder - with nothing underneath. "One would think you'd need some sort of support when dancing."

Yeji stops you, grabbing the strap from your hand and returning it to her shoulder. "Fine. You got me. You win. Happy?"

Nothing can hold back the grin that creeps onto your face. "Yeji. My extremely hot girlfriend came over to have sex with me. You bet I’m fucking happy."

Yeji takes you by the hand, and somewhat bashfully, she says, "I came over to take care of you."

Yeji slowly looks up to meet your eyes, and suddenly you feel the temperature in the room start to rise. Like a switch, you see something in Yeji change, her expression shifting from cute and shy to something closer to hunger. You know it well, you’re all too familiar with the duality of your girlfriend - cute, bubbly, caring on one side - seductive, charismatic, sexy on the other.

"And I intend to do so," Yeji says softly, her voice cutting through the sudden tension in the air.

It's the way she looks at you that's intoxicating - those damn eyes like no other - and her lips - tinged a subtle pink, with just a hint of gloss that makes her look so kissable. She runs a tongue over her lips, melting you, mesmerising you, and she leans down and presses her lips gently down onto yours.

It’s a short, quick taste, but filled with heat, and Yeji leaves her face hovering over yours after it’s ended.

"Yeji, you don't have to - " You don't get to finish your sentence, the words are stolen from your mouth, as Yeji throws the blanket off your body and sends her hand diving into your sweatpants to take hold of your cock with her soft, delicate fingers.

"Well I have been discovered... Might as well follow through with my devious master plan," Yeji says in a husky whisper. You can only reply with a groan, as her fingers wrap around your cock, straining itself, flexing impatiently against her grip.

You start to sit up, an involuntary reaction to the sudden stimulation, but Yeji places a hand on your chest and pushes you back down to the bed.

"You caught me red-handed, honey. So lie back and relax," Yeji chides, pinning you down flat on the mattress with surprising strength. Your mouth opens to answer, but no words come out, only a raspy moan as Yeji's hand begins to move around you, easily stirring your cock to a full, throbbing hardness. "How about we cross this fantasy off your list?"

She watches you intently with her fox-like eyes, looking down on you with glee, drinking in your strained reactions to her slow, methodical stroking of your cock.

She can't cover your entire length within the restrictions of your sweatpants, but she still takes care to vary her grip with each pump of your cock into her hand - tightening her grasp each time she reaches the hilt, and relaxing her hold as she makes her way back to your tip - each time sending sweet, agonising tingles running up your spine.

"That's right - be a good patient now. Let the sexy nurse take care of you."

Your hips buck against her hand, desperately stretching out the cotton of your pants, needing freedom, needing more from her. Yet Yeji doesn't seem to care, applying even more pressure to her hand on your chest, reasserting her control over you, tightening her hold around your cock and squeezing you into submission.

"Calm down, honey," Yeji says, leaning back down to take your lips once more.

It's now that you get your first real taste of Yeji - fresh strawberry-scented hair, sweet candy-flavoured lips. She moans into your mouth, like a secret passcode that causes your lips to part and allow her tongue to enter, finding its dance partner within. Her hand never stops moving around you, up and down, up and down - a slow, purposeful motion in time with the presses of her lips against yours and the clashing of your tongues.

Her hand slides up your cock as her lips leave your own and you can't help the groan that follows when your kiss ends, nor can you help your tongue desperately chasing after her. Yeji laughs to herself, once again pushing you back down to your bed, keeping you in your rightful place.

A stray strand of saliva hangs from the corner of her mouth, but it's quickly scooped up by her tongue as she licks her lips, covering it in a new, glossy sheen.

"Now, why don't you tell me where it hurts?" Yeji asks, and your eyes immediately flick down to your now throbbing erection. "Oh, that does look painful, doesn't it? Luckily I know how to make you feel all better."

Yeji bends forward and slides down your body, allowing you, for the briefest moment, to catch a glimpse of cleavage hidden underneath. She stops at your waist, parting your legs so she can take her place on all fours between them, sitting back on her heels and reaching for your hips, digging her fingers into the elastic waistband of you sweatpants.

Yeji lifts her gaze to meet yours, eyes alight with mischief and her lips upturned into a wide grin, as if reacting to a joke that only she was privy to. Knowing she has you watching her, she closes her eyes, moves in close to your crotch, and presses her nose to the swell of your cock beneath your sweatpants.

And then she inhales.

She breathes in your cock, like an addict in withdrawal getting their first fix, savouring the feeling of being so close to her one true vice.

She spends several tormenting moments like that, ignoring your futile efforts to flex your cock against the stretch of cotton, trying to feel the warmth of her lips. Eventually, thankfully, she lifts her head slightly and in one, clean motion, yanks your sweatpants down your hips and sends your cock springing forth with such force that it slaps against her lovely, pink lips.

"Oh!" Yeji yelps as the tip of your cock, already leaking in anticipation, brushes across her lips. "I should've been more honest from the start…"

It's already too much, just her hot breaths against your tip has you mentally screaming for more, and it's with sweet, torturous relief that her lips finally meet your cock in a gentle, loving kiss. The brief and sudden contact shoots a jolt of electricity through your nerve endings, and the pleasure continues as Yeji holds your cock steady with her right hand and leaves a trail of kisses down the length of your shaft.

She takes care to cover as much ground as she can, kissing all around your shaft, down to the underside, and over and around both your balls. She keeps kissing, never letting her lips linger for too long, until she stops at the base of your cock. It's then that she lets her tongue slip out of her mouth to explore the hilt of your cock, before slowly dragging it all the way up the length of your shaft. You grit your teeth as her pink tongue makes the long journey up your shaft to meet the small ridge beneath the head of your cock, where she marks her territory with her saliva, tracing around the circumference of your length.

"This taste," Yeji says to herself as she runs the very tip of her tongue over the slit of your head, lapping up the pre-cum waiting for her. Her tongue withdraws back into her mouth and she swallows, humming in pleasure as she tastes your arousal, before breathing out a satisfied "ahhh!"

Above all else - Yeji loves to put on a show for you. She gets pleasure from driving you wild, yet you don't get to revel in the theatrics of seeing her so taken with the flavour of your cock. You don't even get to think about anything other than the feeling of Yeji's soft, wet lips sealing themselves around your length, taking your shaft inch by inch into the warmth of her mouth.

Getting such relief never felt this good, and you chance reaching down for her, needing to grab onto something - anything - threading your fingers through her fawn-coloured hair, taking a gentle hold of her head as you try to last through the distinct pleasure of your cock disappearing into the idol's mouth.

Yeji inhales you in, pressing her tongue flat against your cock, bathing your length with her saliva, as she steadily takes more and more of you past her lips. It's with a gasp that you feel her lips meet the base of your cock, kissing against your crotch, pressing her nose just beneath your navel, and while she doesn't choke, let alone gag, she does let her throat clench around you in a manner so excruciatingly good, you can't help but cry out - "Yeji!"

The sound of her name is like a cue for her, and she pulls back from you, drawing her head up and letting your shaft slip slowly out of her mouth and past the clutching hold of her lips with an audible 'pop'.

Yeji looks up at you, still smiling wide, her beautiful face still in near-perfect order - save for the drool leaking from her lips and onto your tip, and the small trace of moisture welling up in the corner of her eyes. For someone that loved to get so messy with your cock, she never let it get in the way of the perfection that was her face.

She takes a beat to nuzzle her cheek into the palm of your hand, before once again taking your cock back into the pillowy embrace of her lips. She pulls you into her with a slow pace, building up a steady rhythm of bobs up and down your cock, giving you time to savour both the sight and feeling of having an idol take you in and out of her warm, wet mouth.

Her hands join in the fray - she only takes your length a quarter of the way into her mouth, allowing her right hand to wrap around the base of your cock, giving short, twisting strokes around the hilt, matching the timing and movements of her lips. Her left hand reaches beneath you, cradling your balls in the palm of her hand, massaging the pair with her fingers - making sure that all your cock knows is Yeji.

Seconds, minutes, hours - you have all the time in the world for Yeji and her expert mouth, as she continues to work your shaft, taking care to swirl her tongue over and around the head of your cock each time she reaches the tip with her lips.

It's the combination of it all that makes it all so sublime - her hands working on your shaft and your balls, her tongue lathering your cockhead in its wetness, her lips suctioning tight around you and swallowing you whole down her clenching throat. It wasn't just that Yeji was skilled at oral sex, she was skilled specifically at giving you oral sex, knowing your weak spots, knowing how best use her fingers, her mouth, her eyes - it's impossible to imagine anyone matching her in the specific art of making you feel good.

You close your eyes, trying your best to remember to breathe as Yeji's hands leave your cock and move to your thighs, gripping into your legs as she lowers her face onto you, and reintroduces your cock to the back of her throat. She deepthroats you with intent, sliding you smoothly down her throat, noisily slurping you into her, leaving a mess around your crotch as she bathes your cock in her spit and slobber.

You're incredibly unprepared - left to groan as she starts to fuck her own face with your cock, diving her mouth up and down on to you, barely letting your tip brush against her lips before plunging it back deep down her throat, trapping you in a dizzying spiral of pleasure.

You can feel yourself, the familiar build of anticipation from your core, the build-up of release, and you know that Yeji's mouth has you at the very precipice of your orgasm.

"Yeji, it's too -" Your voice comes out hoarse and weak, the first actual words you’ve managed to form since Yeji started throating your cock, and it's then that Yeji decides to give you some respite, withdrawing her lips from you with a particularly harsh suck, and letting your glistening shaft spring free from her mouth.

The air is forced from your lungs as your cock is left twitching helplessly in the open and under Yeji's watchful eyes. She roughly takes your cock into her hands, squeezing it in a chokehold, holding your shaft still and stopping you from cumming far sooner than she desired.

Satisfied that your orgasm has been avoided, Yeji tests you with a chaste kiss right on your tip, giggling to herself as your cock reflexively spasms in response.

"Not yet," she says in a soft voice, gently placing more dainty, light kisses down your shaft, dipping her head lower and lower, low enough so she can press her lips against your balls with a firm kiss.

Her hand still remains on your cock, moving slowly, pumping up and down your shaft, testing your resolve and your self-control, watching as you helplessly lie there and let her have her way with you.

"Seems like you're feeling better already," Yeji smirks to herself, leaving your cock with a light kiss on its tip and a cursory squeeze around its base. "So it's only fair if you help me feel better too."

Yeji kisses her way along your balls and to the base of your cock, and then takes hold of the hem of your t-shirt, lifting it up so she can kiss into your abs. She rolls your shirt higher and higher as she moves upwards, making the most of your body while she has you still - kissing right up the centre of your chest, taking a slight detour to playfully sink her teeth into your nipple, to licking the ridge of your collarbone, before raising your arms above your head so she could throw off the unneeded item of clothing.

She takes hold of both your wrists while she has you, and while even in your current state it would be so easy to overpower the athletic idol, you know better than to get in Yeji's way when she's like this. Most times she played passive in the bedroom, more than happy to be led around - to be used, to be pleasured, to be fucked - but there were times when nothing could make her more aroused than getting to be the one on top.

She licks up the side of your neck, tracing a path up to the edge of your jawline and down to your chin, before moving to your lips to claim them as her own. She holds you down with the weight of her body - her legs straddling on either side of your waist, her hands keeping your arms pinned above your head, and her lips crushing against yours in a needy, hungry kiss, invading your mouth with her tongue. Your kiss becomes another stage for her to wrestle control over you, and you submit to her, letting her freely explore your mouth with her tongue.

It's now that Yeji begins to grind herself against your cock, backing her ass down low enough to run the length of your shaft between the lips of her pussy, separated only by the sheer fabric of her tight, black leggings. Her moans mix with your own forced groans as her hips rotate around and back and forth against you. Even through her yoga pants you can feel her wetness, can feel her warm juices soaking through the cotton and dripping onto your cock.

Yeji breaks your kiss to whisper into your ear, "God, I missed this."

"No Gods," you manage to grunt out, finding your own voice despite the motions of her hips against you, "just me."

Yeji bites your earlobe in response and grinds her hips harder against your cock, pressing her folds down against you, letting you feel the full heat of her pussy on you. "Tell me, t-tell me how much you like this. Tell me how much you want this - how much you want me."

"Yeji," you gasp, "I fucking need you."

"Good."

Yeji lifts herself off you, letting go of her hold on your wrists and raising herself up on her knees, stretching herself above you, purposefully putting her perfect, tight, fit body on display for you. Her hips hover so tantalisingly close over your cock, and from your vantage point you can see the mould of her swollen folds through her pants and the patch of wetness that has pooled around her crotch and run down her thighs. Her tank-top is crumpled and in slight disarray - the straps are down to her shoulders, yet the top is still kept upright by the stiffness of her nipples poking out through the fabric.

She rolls a hairband off her wrist, reaching behind her head to tie her hair into a neat ponytail. "Ready?"

You nod.

Yeji wastes no time - she digs her fingers into the crotch of her pants and rips apart the fabric on either side, tearing open a hole and freeing her wet, slick pussy. She takes a hold of your cock, aiming it with well-practiced precision at her entrance, and slides her hips down, sinking you inside her tightness and filling her pussy with you.

"Fuuuuuck yes!" Yeji sighs, hands at the back of her head, elbows pointed upwards, back arched and chest pushed out, her whole body relishing in the feeling of having you inside of her.

You instinctively react by reaching out for her, needing to hold onto her tight body, to maybe even rip the thin tank-top from her chest and claim a nipple with your lips, but Yeji is far too quick, falling back forward and capturing your wrists again, pinning you down against the mattress beneath her.

"No," she says, "don't move. I told you - let me take care of you."

You know what she really means, what she really wants - to use you, but if using you means lying back and witnessing the embodiment of sex that is your girlfriend fuck herself on your cock, then you're all too willing to let her have her way.

At least, for now.

Yeji closes her eyes, satisfied that she has you in place, and bites her lip as she begins to move atop you, devoting each and every muscle in her tight, dancer's body to fucking herself with your hard cock, rolling her hips up and down you in practiced, deliberate movements.

She rides you at the pace suited best for her, making the most of your every inch entering and exiting her pussy, taking time to grind herself against your waist each time your hips meet, rolling forward and leaving her shuddering with pleasure. She's so, so wet around you, you can feel the warm residue from her cunt coating your entire length, can hear the squish of her folds as her pussy moulds herself around you, stretching to accommodate your girth with each upstroke.

"God - gah - you feel -" Yeji moans, searching for the words that best describe just how good you're making her feel, eventually landing on, "so fucking big inside of me!"

You do your best to outlast her, gritting your teeth, trying hard not to lose yourself in the flexing of her walls around you, the hot wetness pooling around your base, and the lovely sounds of your name as they slip from her pretty lips and into your ears.

Yeji giggles at the pained expression on your face, at your efforts to tame your own arousal, and decides to lay a challenge on you, letting go of your wrists and stretching back upright so that she can unceremoniously lift the tank-top over her head and toss it beside the bed.

You immediately drink in the sight of her small chest - perfectly bite-size and round, capped with cute, stiff tips that makes you think of caramel candies, begging to be sampled and tasted.

"You like how I take care of you, don't you, honey?" Yeji asks. "Like how I ride you? Like how I fuck myself so hard onto your big, fucking cock?"

Your attention is torn away from her chest as Yeji adjusts her position, moving from her knees to her feet, crouching low and grabbing hold of your shoulders, bracing herself and giving herself enough leverage to unexpectedly, quickly, slam her hips down on you, taking you into her at a sudden, rapid pace.

"Yes!" Yeji cries out as the tempo of your fucking shifts into full gear, taking you in and out of her as fast as she is able, now fully abandoning the idea of 'taking care of you' and unashamedly using every inch of your cock for her pleasure.

It's pure art - watching Yeji's tight body bounce up and down on your cock is hypnotic - each thrust into her needy pussy makes her every muscle tense, her walls clench, sends her nipples flickering up and down, entrancing you with their tiny heft. Yeji takes your wrist, pulling you towards her chest, placing her hand over yours and pressing your palm into her right breast, squeezing your fingers into the soft flesh.

You take her left breast with your other hand, indulging in the feeling of her nipples between your fingertips, loving the squeals of delight you can elicit from Yeji's open mouth with each pinch of sensitive skin.

You lose track of the minutes that pass as Yeji fucks you at a fierce, intense speed, lose yourself in the feeling of her body on top of you, her ass slapping down against your cock with each hard thrust, her gasps and moans filling your ears.

"Oh god - oh god - yes - as hard as you - " Yeji's words barely make sense, each moan and sigh abandoned just as quickly as another one overtakes her. "Please - yes - I missed this, needed this - fuh - fuck!"

You know what she wants - know what she needs - and you take advantage of her momentary lapse in composure, wrapping your arms against her lower-back and pulling her down to you, pressing her body flat against yours. She lets you take her, to hold her tightly against you, giving over control of the fucking to you.

You quickly find your rhythm, pumping in and out of Yeji's sopping wet cunt, using her meek mewls and moans into your ear as a guide to perfect the timing of your thrusts.

Her walls hug you tight as you impale her with your cock, pistoning in and out of her, mercilessly slamming your hips against hers. The bed starts to squeak under you in protest to your fucking, joining in with Yeji’s cries of ecstasy.

You want to freeze this moment in time, want to fuck her like this forever - to feel her ever increasing tightness around your cock, to hear the melody of her gasps and moans, to have her so close to you - stiff nipples pressed against your chest, hot lips against your skin, warm body-heat at your fingertips.

"Honey - ho - ney - fuh - fuck - fuck me!" Yeji's cries reverberate through your eardrums, her body uncontrollably shaking and quivering in your arms as you do your best to fuck out of her the orgasm she so desperately desired. "Yes! Make me - make me - fucking - ah!"

Yeji's orgasm takes both of you by the surprise, arriving like a bolt of lightning, causing her entire body to tense and making her pussy tighten deliciously around you. It's almost far, far too much for you, driving you close to the brink of your own bliss, her pussy pulsating and squeezing around you, doing its best to pump out the cum Yeji so badly wants to be filled with.

But instead you hold her still against you, letting her tight, lithe body quiver and tremble in your arms, sinking the entirety of your cock into her and feeling the powerful vibration of her orgasm throughout her body.

The filthy whispers from her mouth continue the entire time she rides out her orgasm onto you, soon rendering her so breathless that she buries her lips into your neck, breathing unintelligible noises of pleasure into your skin.

You give her the time to collect herself, letting her body rest against yours as her hold on you weakens - the strength in her limbs give out and she goes limp in your arms. Several minutes filled with nothing but panting breaths go by - her pussy sporadically twitches and quivers around your cock, still buried deep inside of her.

You kiss her forehead, tasting the saltiness of the sweat that now covers her flushed face - so hot that you would think she's the one with the fever.

Soon, her breathing stabilises, and she makes the effort to lazily kiss your cheek and whisper in your ear, "use me."

Her words are all you need, and slowly, you shift your hips downwards, sliding Yeji far enough up the length of your cock, priming yourself for the perfect angle to drive your cock right back inside her with a firm thrust.

"Ummmph!" Yeji moans into your neck as you resume fucking her in earnest.

It had taken all your self-control to hold back from joining her before - her pussy far too hot, far too wet. But now all that wetness, all that heat, just made her pussy even more perfect - easily sliding you in and out of her, allowing you to fuck her with strong, hard strokes.

You can feel the hard thumping of her heart against your chest as you recklessly thrust in and out of her, not giving her a chance to adjust, chasing after the pleasure promised by her hot, tight body.

"Yes, honey," Yeji moans into your ear, "use me - use my body to feel better."

You find the perfect angle to fuck Yeji, ensuring every thrust maximises the depths you could reach inside her hot, clenching pussy. You're purely focused on your own pleasure, roughly fucking upwards into her tight, hard body - overindulging in her pussy the same way she had wildly fucked herself on your cock before.

Still, despite your lack of care for her comfort or her pleasure, she still moans, still cries out your name, still pleads for more.

"Fuck me," is the only thing Yeji can think to say now, the only words able to be formed from her lust-addled brain, "fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"

It's those words, the whining of your bed-frame, and the sounds of your hips meeting and your cock pumping into her slick, hot pussy that echo through your bedroom as you find yourself hurtling towards your own orgasm.

Yeji completely gives herself over to you, lets her body be freely fucked, gives you her cunt to be driven in and out of as hard and fast as you can possibly manage. It's impossible to last any longer frantically fucking Yeji's perfect body like this - she tightens and pulses around you, trembles in your grasp, and you can do nothing but keep thrusting.

"Yeji, I'm gonna - "

"Cum?"

"Yes! Where - "

Yeji springs to life - she breaks out of your grasps and slides off your cock and back down to your waist. Barely a second passes between your shaft slipping out of her pussy and her lips sealing around the head of your cock, trading the pleasure of one warm hole for another.

Your hands follow her, helpless to do much else but grab locks of silky hair as Yeji takes hold of your cock and begins fiercely stroking your length up and down and into her mouth. Her cheeks hollow as her lips suck you in hard, her hands twist and pump at an unbearably rapid pace, and her tongue swirls around the tip of your cock, as she dedicates herself to milking you dry.

And then Yeji's eyes snap upwards, pinning you with her gaze - needing you to cum, begging you to let go and give yourself over to the pleasure of her.

She overwhelms you - forcing a strained, deep groan out of your throat as your cock pulses in her tight grasp and the first ropes of thick, hot cum fires into the back of Yeji's warm, welcoming mouth. Each shot is answered with a low, lustful moan around your shaft, causing her lips to vibrate against your tip, adding to the overload of sensation stemming from your cock and flowing through your body.

Yeji keeps stroking you, keeps squeezing you through the dying embers of your orgasm, her throat flexing and swallowing down each successive shot of warm, white semen.

Not a single drop goes to waste - nothing slips past the tight seal of her lips - and through it all you can feel her tongue lapping up against your slit, licking up all the cum you have to offer.

Yeji doesn't let up, keeping your cock in the grasp of her lips and her hands until you start to go soft in her mouth and your shaft slips out past the suction of her lips on its own. When she's finally done, Yeji smacks her lips in satisfaction and performatively opens her mouth wide, rolling out her tongue to show her empty mouth, having hungrily swallowed down all your cum.

"Was that everything you fantasied?" Yeji asks, licking her lips, savouring the lingering taste of you in her mouth.

"Fuck," is all you say, only now being able to catch your breath and find your voice. "If that won't cure me, I don't know what will."

Yeji smiles at that, giving the exposed tip of your cock a final kiss before resting her head against your thigh. She lazily runs her fingers over your softening cock, all the while staring lovingly up at you. A thought seems to occur to her, as her eyebrows raise, and her lips open slightly, as if she's about to say something important.

"What?"

"Nothing," Yeji replies. "Just…"

You look down at your girlfriend, attempting to analyse the mysterious expression on her face, watching as her face furrows in deep concentration and her mouth opens to say -

"Achoo!"

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calehenituse-brainrot · 3 years ago

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I dunno what you're going through, but allow me to gift you a fic! ❤

*ehem*

You've never been good at cooking. Well, it's not like you make the kitchen explode or manage to bring a dead fish back to life, but sometimes the soup would gain a mouth and the fried chicken (which you decided to fry whole instead of cutting it into pieces... Why...) would try and fight you back via fist fight.

There are also times when the lemonade you make would turn purple instead of pink, and wouldn't taste like lemonade but fucking strawberries and you just have to wonder how that even happens.

Where were you going with this?

Oh, yeah. You can't cook.

And it's not your fault. The instincts of being a witch is hard to let go, especially if this is how you've been since birth.

But then you've gotten memories of a past life. You've suddenly remembered a man with reddish-brown eyes and small smiles. Warm hands and soft lips. Arms wrapped around perfectly around your body. Waking up felt cold and lonely, and suddenly you've gotten a craving from a past life that you can't recreate because your new life instilled all necessary skills to survive.

Craving for the man.

And then craving for the food. Because food is number one in comforting a person.

But, well...

Witches are still not accepted, and should people find out about you, you'll be burned at the stake.

But, maybe you're gonna be found out sooner than later because you're losing against that motherfucking fried chicken. You should be winning because of your knife and your make-shift shield that's the cover of the pot, but the fried chicken is also somehow a master of martial arts and bitch slapped your weapons away before you could even attempt to stab it.

"What kind of witch-craft did I even--"

You looked towards the recipe book.

And found out that it wasn't a recipe book but your Witch's Tome 101 for Dummies.

You cursed and uncursed your past self. And then, you undid the curse on the chicken.

Well, you tried.

Because now the chicken decided you weren't worth the trouble anymore and opened the locks of your window. THE CHICKEN DIDN'T EVEN HAVE FINGERS HOW THE FUCK DID IT EVEN--

You tried to stop it, tried to grab it before it could happily jump into freedom, but it jumped and will now be seen by hundreds of people.

This is it. This is how you'll die.

The fried chicken is running loose in the city all because you had a dream of a past life and craved for food from it.

(Actually, you craved the hot man in it, so the next best thing was the food.)

Ha.

Hahaha.

You're so dead...

A knock on the door has you hitching your breath. Your forehead is somehow beaded with sweat, and you have to wonder if the people are now out to get you.

It hadn't even been minutes since the fried chicken decided it wanted a life for itself outside the four walls of your home.

With shaking hands, you unlocked your door, and slightly opened it to see who's at the other side.

A man... A beautiful man, mind you, was standing at the other side of the door with a scary swordsman behind him.

And... Shiiiiiiiiit...

The scary swordsman has the fried chicken wrapped up in thick rope. Serves that chicken right! BUT ALSO--

"Miss? I think you should let us inside."

You gulped.

You suddenly remembered who this beautiful man is.

Cale Henituse. The man. The myth. The legend himself was standing at your doorstep, probably ready to slay you if you say even the wrong thing.

And so, accepting your fate, you decided death via beautiful man wouldn't be so bad.

Stupid craving for beautiful men and fried chicken. Haaaaaaa....

Annnnd that's it! Witch!Reader and some very innaccurate witch craft finding her connection to her past lover via enchanted fried chicken! I hope you like it! ❤

OH MY GOD🥺🥺🥺

THIS IS SO CUTE ??? THANK YOU SO MUCH YOURE AMAZING AT THIS!!!

i was having pretty tiring day lately and this definitely lifted my mood🥺💗

also,

🥺🥺 you're making me wanna write thisISJSBWK i could write a witch!reader x cale but it probabily would end up making no sense since the only kinda witchy thing i do is tarot and im not even good at it😭😵‍💫

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thedummysdummy · 3 years ago

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At the Breaking Point

“Cut, cut! Just…cut.”

The girl sighed and shook her head and the film crew dropped their stances to take a breath. Tension in the room could be used to build an earthquake-proof skyscraper, but slowly dissipated as the crew whispered amongst themselves. The girl tapped the script against her leg in irritation. “Alright, that’s going to be a wrap for today. I want all of you to go home, get a full night of sleep, and be back here tomorrow ready to do this properly.”

A dull roar filled the set, the sounds of conversation and equipment being put away ringing in the director’s ears. She sighed again and disappeared through the back door, pulling out her phone to ring a cab. However, she only took a few steps outside before she thought she heard her name being called. Her eyes lifted, red-rimmed and weary, to see a familiar black car parked a few yards away.

Despite the weight of the day’s filming failures, the girl couldn’t help but feel her shoulders lift as the familiar timbre of Victor’s voice reached her. “What are you doing here?” she asked, immediately putting her phone in her pocket and taking long strides into his opened arms. Victor didn’t reply immediately, seemingly analyzing her state in moments. He allowed her to bury her face in his shoulder for a few moments, wrapped his arms around her shoulders, and held her tightly.

“I just had a feeling a certain dummy would need a ride home this evening. It appears I was correct, as usual.�� He chuckled, the motion jostling the girl slightly as she continued to cling to him. “What would you like for dinner? It’s late and if I know anything, I know that my girl would never turn down a meal.”

The girl pulled away and her eyes narrowed for a moment at his teasing, though it seemed she was too weary to fight him and they immediately returned to normal. “Fast food and ice cream,” she responded, resting her forehead against Victor’s chin. He shifted his chin downward and pressed his lips against her hair.

“You wouldn’t rather have my cooking?”

She shook her head and Victor sighed. “Alright, then. Get in the car and we will see which take out places are open.” He opened the door for her, ensured she made it safely inside, and returned to his own seat to start the engine. Once they had pulled out of the parking lot and the low hum of the tires against the pavement filled the cab, Victor placed one hand on the center console, palm up. “Do you want to talk about the filming today?”

Silence answered his question, but the girl placed her hand in Victor’s palm and his long, warm fingers enveloped her own. He didn’t press any further on the matter; instead, he changed tactics. “Do you know what kind of take out you would like? Hot pot? Fried chicken? Those seem to be your favorites. I believe there is also some ice cream in the freezer from last week when you were just dying to have some…and only ate two bites.”

She seemed to consider for a very long time, her eyes fixed on the road ahead of them. “Noodles,” she finally replied. “Noodles, fried chicken, and ice cream.” She glanced over to Victor for just a split second, expecting to see him rolling his eyes. However, to her surprise he simply nodded and adjusted their route. Thirty minutes later they pulled up to Victor’s home with the greasy scent of the fast food filling the cabin. Only as Victor pulled his hand away to unbuckle her seatbelt did the girl finally release her grip on his fingers, and she returned to him like a magnet the moment they were outside the car.

Victor carried the food in his other hand until they reached the door. “You’re going to have to let go so I can unlock the door,” he hummed, though before he could release her hand she had shifted, reached across with her other hand, and pulled Victor’s keys right out of his pocket. Words caught in his throat as surprise took over his chest and the girl unlocked the door. His eartips felt warm as she pulled him inside and removed her shoes.

“Take this,” Victor murmured, handing over the fast food bags to take his own shoes off. The girl didn’t leave his side, choosing instead to hover nearby until his long form returned to its full height and ambled toward the kitchen. She followed like a lost duckling. Victor quickly set the table and opened the containers, only sitting once the girl had settled into her own chair. They ate in silence; both only picked at their meals while staring off into the middle distance.

When it became apparent that the girl wasn’t going to eat any more of the (way too much) food they had purchased, Victor fetched the ice cream from the freezer and a pair of spoons from the drawer. “Why don’t we go sit on the couch to eat this?” he suggested. The girl immediately rose from the table and followed Victor into the living room. He sat with his back against the arm of the couch and one leg along the back, beckoning the girl to join him. She settled in with her back against his chest and he pulled his other leg up, resting his foot on her shin. His arms extended out in front of her, holding the carton of ice cream and the pair of spoons. “Here, you can hold it.”

She nodded and took the carton, the cold of the dessert against her hands in stark contrast to the heat of Victor’s body that completely encircled her. He handed her one of the spoons and dug his own into the frozen lump, emerging with a large piece. The girl took a smaller spoonful, slowly scraping bits from it with her lip while continuing to stare silently into the void. Victor’s warmth just as slowly soaked into her bones and warmed her heart; a heart that she had frosted over to keep the emotions inside.

That frost, having nowhere to go as it liquified, began seeping from the corners of her eyes. Tears formed and ran down the girl’s cheeks despite a valiant effort to keep them in. She dropped the spoon in the container and pulled her arms tight into her chest while tucking in her chin to hide the tears from Victor.

It didn’t work. Victor took the carton of ice cream and placed it on the table with his spoon, wrapped his arms around her chest, and rested his chin on the top of her head. The world around them faded and the girl’s entire existence became those arms encircled about her, holding her together. His breathing became her heartbeat and the warmth of his breath on her head became a tender blessing. “What happened?”

Victor’s words hung in the air like stars, slowly twinkling in their steadiness. The girl hung her head, cheeks flushing. “It’s so stupid for me to cry…Nothing big happened at all. We have just been preparing so long for this film shoot and have such a short window to film it.” Once the stream of words broke through the rock, there was no stopping the flow. “The actors were sloppy, the cameras kept dying, the lights went out multiple times, and now we’re a day behind schedule. But that’s nothing to cry about…”

To the girl’s surprise, Victor’s arms simply tightened and his lips rested on the top of her head. “Everyone has their breaking point, and that breaking point is not a constant. Sometimes it is so nearby that the smallest thing can reach the edge. There is no shame in allowing oneself to release the stress of reaching that critical place.” His hand rose to bury itself in her soft hair, his fingers running through it and stroking her ear tenderly. “In fact, it is better to allow those emotions to run their course than to bottle them up until there’s no room left and the pressure bursts the vessel.”

She buried her face in his arm. “But-”

“There is no ‘but.’ Dummy, how many times have you allowed yourself to be vulnerable with me? There’s no need to feign strength now. I could tell from the moment you walked out of the studio that you weren’t alright.” Victor stroked the girl’s cheek and nose, the passage of his finger leaving a warm trail of tingles beneath her skin. “But you /will/ be. You’ll get a good night’s rest, and tomorrow you’ll walk back into the studio ready to direct the crew properly. That, however, is tomorrow’s problem. Tonight, just let me be the only element in your world. Let me be here with you. Forget work and just think of me.” The girl simply hummed in agreement and closed her eyes, soaking in the sound of Victor’s voice and the sensation of their skin touching.

Victor watched as the girl’s eyes gently fluttered closed and her breathing evened out to a soft snore. He couldn’t help but smile as he continued to run his fingers down her cheeks and neck, tracing the delicate bones of her collar and the curve of her shoulders. “And tonight,” he whispered, “I’ll also forget everything and think only of you.”

He pulled a blanket from the back of the couch and carefully covered the girl before reclining and closing his eyes. He could feel the girl’s heartbeat in his own chest and her slow breaths on his neck. Shifting slightly he rolled her to one side and stretched his legs, arms wrapped securely around the girl. Victor felt safer and happier in this moment than any moment he could remember for a very long time. His lips brushed against her neck and he allowed himself to drift away, warm and comfortable with the entire world in his grasp.

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angstama · 3 years ago

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apple tree | chifuyu.m

pairing: chifuyu matsuno x reader

genre: angst, slow-burn, unrequited love, pining, fluff, chifuyu doesn’t love you that way :(

warnings: as usual, heartbreak coming ahead <3

✧. in which you look back on the times that chifuyu had been the highlight and heartbreaker in your youth.

you were five when you first met chifuyu matsuno under the big apple tree one summer day.

head deep into bending the fragile weeds into a flower crown when a blonde haired boy with the prettiest ocean blue eyes approached you. “what are you doing?” he asked curiously, licking his already melting chocolate ice cream while looking at the imperfectly balanced flower that you had spent hours on crafting in your hands. “making a flower crown.” you answered simply, not even sparing the blonde haired boy a glance as you were too focused in tweaking the branches.

“woah that’s awesome!” he beamed in excitement, plopping down next to you instantly and leaning in closer to take a look at it. “yeah i know right!” you smiled in triumph, finally looking up to see whoever was showing interest in your little hobby and behold, there sat chifuyu in a rainbow striped t-shirt with his legs crossed and eyes gleaming with interest.

in all honesty, your flower crowns were horribly ugly, but in chifuyu’s eyes it was uniquely you. perhaps it was maybe because he hadn’t seen anyone making an actual flower crown before or perhaps maybe he was just feeling sorry for the girl who always sat alone under the big apple tree that never bloomed a single fruit all year round. whichever it was, you wished that it was the first. “teach me how to make one please!” he grabs your wrist, causing your cheeks to burn under the scorching hot sun and heart rate quickening though you were clueless as to why it happened being only at the age of five, so you decided that it was okay to have him around.

strangely ever since then, you were never seen alone under the apple tree in the park again.

you were nine when you first understood the concept of crushes, with the help of your best friend, chifuyu matsuno of course.

“it’s when you want to share the biggest chicken drumlet with them dummy!” chifuyu explained, voice muffled from stuffing his face with fried chicken one after another. you weren’t sure how the two of you derived at the current topic, though you remember the last you checked, chifuyu was rambling on and on about the new girl in your class. “so, you’d share this with whoever you have a crush on?” you asked as you pointed towards the biggest drumstick that chifuyu had saved for the last, as always.

he nodded impatiently, grabbing the very same drumstick and ready to devour it but only to come to a halt when the two of you locked eyes. “want some?” he offered, waving the fried chicken in front of you. “wh-what?” your words fumbled, taken aback by chifuyu’s sudden offer right after the whole sharing of the biggest chicken drumlet explanation he had just made. “you kept staring at it. do you want it?” he asked, with innocence laced in his voice, oblivious to the shade of red slowly making an appearance on your cheeks. you huffed, “am not!”. chifuyu only lets out a snort, “yeah sure,” he chuckles boyishly, leaning down to rest on your shoulders, causing your body to stiffen upon the sudden contact. that afternoon, for almost an entire hour you were forced to sit as straight as you could, afraid that something was going to erupt in your tummy again as you could feel the bubbling sensation that threatened to explode.

you were thirteen when you finally realised that you, y/n l/n, wants to share the biggest drumstick with chifuyu matsuno.

it was christmas eve and chifuyu had invited you over to his place for a dinner, claiming that his mother had threatened to throw his precious romance mangas away if he didn't invite you.

you arrived at the matsuno’s household ten minutes earlier than stated with a tray of roasted potatoes held in your hands and beads of sweat running down your forehead despite the freezing cold temperature outside. for the eight years of friendship you had with chifuyu, you’ve never felt this nervous seeing him and his family. it’s the cold, you naively thought, when the door swung opened, revealing your best friend dressed in a maroon striped sweater with suspenders. his eyes widened, not expecting to really see you when he was just opening to check in an attempt to ease his mother’s sixth sense. “y/n? why didn’t you knock?” he gasped, gently tugging the tray on your hands into his as he looked at you in surprise. “well, i was gonna but you opened the door before i could!” you scoffed a white lie, wanting nothing but to cover up the fact that you had been standing outside because you couldn’t get your heart to calm down.

“chifuyu why don’t you give y/n the gift you got for her now?” mrs matsuno chimed, elegance evident in her posture and movement when she lightly dabbed a napkin across her lips which made you wonder how is it possible that she's the mother of chifuyu when chifuyu shared not a single bit of her grace when it comes to eating. chifuyu pauses briefly, “give me a sec,” he nods before stuffing the roasted potato that was previously halfway into his mouth and standing up to jog over to his room. “he cleaned the house for two months for it.” mr matsuno chuckled as chifuyu jogs out again, this time with a paper bag held in his hand.

“you better wear it everyday.” he sent you a playful wink, handing you the brown paper bag. you carefully unwrapped the ribbon that bounded the paper bag and pulling out an overly oversized hoodie enough to fit you through a lifetime. you noticed that it was same hoodie that chifuyu often wears except that yours was in the shade of emerald green, the colour that chifuyu had taken the effort to remember that you had once claimed as your colour when the two of you had a heated discussion on what colour represents yourselves.

“wow! now we have a friendship hoodie!” you beamed in excitement, pulling the oversized hoodie over your sweater. “how do i look?” you asked, posing a few turns at chifuyu as he took a good look at you. “pretty.” he held a thumb up before stuffing another spoonful of pasta down.

your lowered your gaze upon hearing the sudden compliment your best friend gave, opting to look at the last piece of roasted chicken that mrs matsuno had offered you earlier just now before chifuyu could lay his hands on it. your lips pursed, not entirely confident to do it but eventually picking up the piece of meat and placing it on chifuyu’s already dirtied plate from all the sauces he had mixed with his food. “thank you,” you mumbled, looking anywhere else but chifuyu’s burning gaze on you.

the butterflies were taking flight soon and you on the other hand had no idea how to contain it.

you were sixteen when chifuyu first broke your heart on the first day of the spring season, openly declaring in front of you and takemichi that he’ll be confessing to the pretty girl sitting in front of him during lunch time.

her name is haru.

“no way! you’re kidding!” takemichi gaped, leaning in closer to chifuyu as the close proximity between the two of them wasn’t enough for him to hear chifuyu clearly. chifuyu crossed his arms, confidence evident in his posture, “of course not! i’ve already decided, there’s no going back!”

“be sure not to scare her away!” you stuck your tongue out to which chifuyu rolled his eyes in response. “eh? you’re just jealous that no one’s confessing to you!”, wiggling his head in a playful manner as he brought an ‘L’ sign up to his forehead to further anguish you. you raised a middle finger, wanting nothing more than to end this conversation for you weren’t sure if you were able to contain the effect of your heart dropping six feet down.

you knew chifuyu succeeded when he came running to you after school with the brightest smile you adored, a faint tint of blush coated on his cheeks. “guess i’m gonna see you lesser huh lover boy?” you chuckled softly, shoving your textbooks into your canvas bag as he swung himself onto your desk with a smug grin. “you’d wish huh don’t you? but no, you’ll still see me as often when i’m off from boyfriend duties,” he sang happily. perhaps maybe because it was chifuyu’s own words, you believed wholeheartedly that you were okay with being just his best friend and being supportive of his relationship. so you watched chifuyu’s love for haru bloomed into something more than just the typical puppy love you often watch on romcoms.

in just a blink of an eye, two years had passed and the next thing you knew you were spending your birthday without your best friend for the second time in a row. “this sucks,” you grumbled, throwing your phone aside when the time struck midnight, announcing a new day had just arrived. chifuyu’s words were just empty affirmations when you realised that you barely ever saw your best friend. you weren't sure if the two of you were even best friends anymore. it felt more like he’s just a friend that you talk to occasionally now. you see, chifuyu is a loyal friend and that’s a widely known fact and that’s what made it even more heartbreaking for you because chifuyu always does just enough to keep your friendship alive and you had no reason to hate him for that.

you rubbed your temples tiredly, wanting nothing more than to run your aching head into the wall when a packet of your favourite watermelon mints was thrown onto your desk. “rough night?”atsumu, your beloved table-mate asked smugly. “you don’t say,” you mumbled, rolling your eyes at the obvious as you impatiently tore the packet open. “he didn’t wish ya happy birthday did he?” the freshly bleached haired boy questioned. atsumu got his answer when you didn't sat in silence, opting to look out the window to distract yourself from the threatening tears prickling at the corner of your eyes. and god do love to test you when the scene of chifuyu leaning in to kiss haru on the lips ever so gently unfolds at your sight. oh how you wished that it was you who he’s kissing right now.

chifuyu always does just enough to keep your friendship alive.

it was already late into the night when you heard a knock outside your balcony. your breath hitched when you saw that it was chifuyu who had disturbed your little movie marathon alone after the events that had happened lately. “hey,” he breathed, a soft smile wearing on his lips to which you returned it with an awkward one, inviting him into your messy room. “oh we’re in our friendship hoodie!” he chuckles nervously. your eyes travelled on him, realising that indeed he’s wearing the same hoodie that you were currently wearing right now. “it’s late chi, what’s going on?” you sighed, tone coming off harsher than you intended to. chifuyu nods slowly, face soon replaced with an apologetic look. “i’m sorry for missing your birthday, i feel horrible really,” he begun. “ i know i haven’t been around lately, so i want to make it up to you.”

your brows furrowed at chifuyu’s apology, you knew he was being so sincere so why did you feel even much more upset hearing it? “that’s it? you could’ve just done this in school tomorrow chifuyu.”you sighed, trying your hardest to mask the pettiness within you with a tired voice. “ i know i know, but i couldn’t sleep knowing that i left my best friend alone on her 18th birthday.” he looked at you hesitantly as you quietly pulled your duvet over your lap. “how about let’s go hiking and watch the sunrise this weekend? just the two of us. i know you’ve been wanting to do that.”

you wished you weren’t in love with chifuyu so that you wouldn’t give in so easily. you wished you were petty enough to make a scene and just be angry at him but you couldn't so here you are right now, hiking up the trail with your hand in chifuyu’s as you helped him up the slope. “your stamina really sucks,” you retorted to which chifuyu huffed in response. “it’s not that my stamina sucks, it’s that this trail is literally ninety-eight percent high slopes,” he pouts.

“well you could've chose not to show up.”

“no! i want to do this with you. what are you talking about?”

you only smiled at his little defence. “whatever,” you mumbled as you quickly dropped your grip on his and walking ahead of him in an attempt to hide your blush. “hey! wait for me!”

it was near autumn when one day chifuyu appeared in the wee hours of the night with tears streaming down his cheeks when he fell into your arms and hugged you tightly. you found out that haru was moving away to the states with her family and had broken up with chifuyu, refusing to try out long distance relationship.

so like any other best friend, you let chifuyu cry into your shoulders as you sat in silence that night, heart breaking at the torn state chifuyu was in. he truly loved her.

you were twenty when chifuyu held your hands and asked you to be his.

“chifuyu matsuno! where the hell are my batteries?” your voice echoed through your shared apartment, causing poor chifuyu to jump and drop the eggs he was previously holding in his hands on to the floor. it’s been almost two years since haru and chifuyu had broken up and you had spent a great deal of time trying to mend his broken heart though you knew that it would never be fully healed. she was his first love after all.

the two of you had moved in to a small apartment close to your university as planned since young, officially becoming roommates. “fuck!my eggs!” chifuyu cried out loud as he frantically lets go of the spatula in his hands to grab a kitchen tower and clean up the pool of egg yolk and egg white on the marble floor. you groaned in annoyance when chifuyu doesn’t answer your question, slamming the tools drawer shut and making your way towards the kitchen.

“i swear chi-” you paused when you saw chifuyu kneeling on the floor with his pink kitten design apron tied against his body, a pout clearly evident on his lips. “what ever happened?” your head tilted slightly, annoyance slowly decimating. “you screamed like a mad woman. that’s what happened.” he retorted. you rolled your eyes, grabbing another kitchen towel and joining chifuyu on the ground. “well if you didn’t misplace my batteries, i wouldn't be screaming.”

“if you looked close enough, it’s literally on your study desk.”

“it’s not!”

“it is!”

“it’s not!” you huffed, getting up and stomping over to your room to prove a point but your eyes widened, horrified by the pure sight of your batteries accompanies by a fresh pack with a sticky note attached on top of it. ‘you’re welcome <3′, it wrote. you slowly walked out of your room with your head hung low, doing the walk of shame. “say it,” chifuyu taunts as he skilfully tossed the omelette onto the plate and placing it in front of you. you scrunched your nose, lips pursing and taking a deep breath. “i’m sorry,” you mumbled quietly, fingers fumbling at the ends of your shirt. “ah-ah i can't hear you,” you hear him sing, a little too happy. obvious that he’s enjoying this. you sighed in defeat, clearing your throat loud enough. “i’m sorry,” you said it loudly this time.

chifuyu lets out a laugh in satisfaction, throwing his head back while you on the other hand could only pout at his triumph. but that didn’t mean that your heart didn't swell up at the expression of happiness he has on his face right now. digging in at the breakfast that chifuyu had made for you which had now became a routine, you couldn't help but to feel small under chifuyu’s intense stare on you. “are you not gonna eat?” you raised your brow, eyeing the untouched omelette on his plate. chifuyu rests his chin on his palm, looking at you with a look of as if he had something to tell you.

“i will.” he hummed before reaching out to grab your hands. your body stiffened, dumfounded at what’s currently happening. “you know, for the last two years, life was a little less painful thanks to you.” chifuyu confessed earnestly, “ i guess what i’m trying to say is that, you’re my end game y/n l/n. i don’t think i would've came this far if it wasn’t for you so i’m going to ask you this once,” he paused, intertwining his fingers in yours as he gazes into your eyes deeply,

“will you be my girlfriend?”

your relationship with chifuyu wasn’t a perfect one but the two of you always made it work somehow. which is why here you are sitting against your bed frame with luggages packed by the side wondering what exactly had gone wrong along the way?

and you realised that you were never meant to be chifuyu’s end game. you were never meant to be his forever.

“you think that i don’t fucking know that you were always looking at her instagram when you think i’m not around?” you screamed, body shaking from the exhaustion that’s taking a toll on you both physically and emotionally. “i don’t see how it’s wrong wanting to see how my friend is doing?” chifuyu snaps.

you scoffed, crossing your arms as you looked away. “yeah. as if you don’t still say her name in your sleep. as if you don’t fucking mess up our favourite food, as if you didn’t tell takemichi that you wished i was haru!” this was the last straw for you. you were too exhausted to try anymore. haru was irreplaceable and you were just a temporary band aid for chifuyu.

it was as if you had hit jack pot when your lover went silent. “i’ve loved you for so long chifuyu. but loving you hurts too much. i’m so tired of this.” you finally allowed yourself to break down, letting yourself go loose on the emotions you’ve suppressed for years as chifuyu could only watch in remorse for tearing you apart till this state.

you finally understood why the apple tree never bloomed any apples.

you were twenty seven when you decided to leave chifuyu matsuno. fifteen years of friendship and seven years of being each other’s significant other. you finally walked away, planting one last final kiss on chifuyu’s lips and shutting the door on your ex-lover’s sleeping figure.

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cheri-translates · 3 years ago

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Headcanon - Your son isn’t cute at all

Original title: 儿子一点都不可爱

Original author: 君兮耶君兮 (jun xi ye jun xi)

[ VICTOR ]

You’re certain that the strength of Victor’s genes resulted in that little guy at home being an exact replica of him. Even Victor can’t deny that your son resembles him greatly in terms of appearance.

However, this doesn’t mean he acknowledges the resemblance of their personalities. At the very least, he feels that he wasn’t as studious during his childhood years.

Furthermore, Victor has half-jokingly pointed out that your son’s dislike for exercise is exactly the same as his mother’s.

“Victor, your son is bullying me again!”

Although your opponent is a little brat, you’re still unable to win. In this short round of Go, your white pieces have more or less been “eaten” by your son’s black pieces.

“Dummy. Don’t blame your son if your skills can’t match up to his.” Victor sets down the documents in his hand, walking over to observe.

Is this something he should be saying in front of the kid!? What about your dignity as a mother?

You turn around with a glare. “You were the one who taught me how to play Go. My teacher didn’t teach me properly!”

In the past, you’d typically respond to Victor’s remarks with a stubborn retort. Nowadays, you simply toss the bucket to someone else.

“If you make that move, you’d be sending yourself straight to a loss,” Victor comments, seeing that you’re once again putting a white piece where it’d definitely be “eaten”.

“Who says that I’m making that move?” You flick your wrist, salvaging the fate of the white piece, along with your pride. With a dignified air, you continue. “A true gentleman keeps silent while watching a game.”

“Mom, putting your piece here isn’t any different from the other spot.” Your son notes expressionlessly. With a thud of his black piece, he is only one move away from “eating” your white piece.

“...”

Despite the truth in his words, being ridiculed by your son truly upsets you. “We’ll continue. What happened earlier was a tiny mistake.”

In the following rounds, your white pieces grow sparse on the board while Victor observes the mother-son battle calmly. Or rather, watching as you get obliterated by your son.

Wanting to prolong the competition despite the lack of prospects, you courageously seek Victor’s assistance. “Hubby, help me out!”

Ignoring his son’s awkward expression, Victor rubs your head in a comforting manner. Picking up a piece and placing it onto the board, he instantly rescues several white pieces from a tragic ending. “Next time, give your Mom a chance. You need to give some confidence to opponents who are weaker than you.”

Your son nods in half-understanding.

“...”

Victor, don’t think I can’t tell that you’re calling me a noob!

[ GAVIN ]

Just as you wished, you had a son. However, there are times when you really think your son isn’t cute at all!

Your son watches you sternly, hands on his hips.

“Mommy, Dad said that you can’t eat ice-cream these days.”

“Be good. If you don’t say anything, your dad won’t find out. Also, I’m not the only one eating. You can have one too~” You attempt to bribe the little fellow who is utterly loyal to Gavin.

He rejects your suggestion decisively. “No way. Dad will get angry.”

This so-called anger is simply Gavin displaying a cold expression momentarily. Away from his son’s gaze, you’d play coy and Gavin would release a sigh of resignation before gently reminding you not to commit this offence again. To you, this isn’t a deterrence factor at all.

Since your son can’t find out about this little secret, you huff while returning the ice-cream into the fridge. Then, you grab a bag of spicy sticks from the snack basket.

Before your fingers touch the jagged edges of the opening, your son stops you.

“Mom, no spicy sticks either.”

“...”

It truly isn't a good feeling to be ordered around by a child.

Bored out of your wits, you bury yourself in the sofa, watching as your son stuffs the packet of spicy sticks back into the snack basket. “What other things did your dad prohibit?”

Your son tilts his head as he recalls. “Aside from ice-cream, mala soup, snacks, fried chicken, there’s nothing else.”

“...”

And he called that “nothing”!?

With the loss of snacks, you feel like your entire life has turned dim and gloomy. You get up coldly before walking into the bedroom listlessly. “I’ll take a nap. When your dad gets back, tell him to face the corner and stay there.”

Your son obediently agrees.

Close to dinnertime, your honourable husband returns home. Even before he removes his shoes, his son calls out to him. “Mom asked you to stand at the corner.” The little rascal gloats slightly.

“???”

Gavin is left dumbfounded, and has no idea what he did to anger you. “Where is she?”

“She’s asleep.”

After standing at the corner for ten minutes, there’s no stirring from the bedroom. Gavin pokes his son, who is sitting at the entrance and reading a book. “Go and check if your mom has woken up.”

“Nope.” Your son refuses instantly.

“Why not?”

“Mom said that if I supervise you until she wakes up herself, she’d buy me the latest model aeroplane.” The little child’s eyes brim with anticipation at the thought of the new toy.

“...”

So he abandoned his father for a new model aeroplane?

[ LUCIEN ]

“Mom, do you really not know how to do this question? Dad said that this question is very simple.” Your son looks up with a frown, only to see your frustrated expression as you rip up a sheet of rough paper.

“...don’t listen to your dad’s nonsense.”

The way Professor Lucien defines the word “simple” is completely different from ordinary people, all right?!

“Dad won’t lie to me. Mom can’t do it because she’s too stupid!”

Ever since the little fellow followed Lucien to the research centre, his admiration for his father has risen by another degree.

Having your self-esteem trampled upon, you toss the pen aside. “Why don’t you ask your dad then? I’m done with this!”

Isn’t making cream puffs more enjoyable than solving problems? Why should you continue torturing yourself?

“...”

The little rascal pinches the booklet and heads into the study room. “Dad, I think I made Mom angry.”

“What happened?” You rarely lose your temper in front of the child.

His son shows him the question in the booklet. “Mom couldn’t solve it, so I called her stupid.”

“Apologise to your mother!” Lucien thinks that aside from him, nobody else can bully his Little Miss. Not even his son.

“Okay.” Your son responds obediently before going downstairs.

By the time Lucien finishes his work and heads into the kitchen, he spots you stuffing a cream puff into your son’s mouth. “It’s fine, it’s fine. Next time, just ask your dad directly if you have any math questions.”

“All right.” The little rascal’s puffy cheeks resemble a hamster’s. When he sees Lucien arriving, he returns to his room to read books, giving the both of you space.

Amused by the mother-son interaction, Lucien waits till his son leaves before entering the kitchen and reaching out for a cream puff. Before he can even touch one, you whack his hand away.

“Hm? It seems that my wife is angry with me too?” Lucien wraps an arm around your waist and nuzzles his head into the crook of your neck. Even though he’s exerting very little force, you're still unable to free yourself.

“I’m so sorry that I can’t do a question which, according to Professor Lucien, is very simple.” While he continues hugging you, you transfer the cream puffs from the baking tray onto a small plate.

“That’s okay. Having one adult who can teach him is enough.”

You pout. “Your son called me stupid earlier.”

“Nonsense.” Lucien gives you a tap on the head. “My wife is the smartest. Otherwise, it wouldn’t have taken so long for me to win you over.”

Lucien’s sweet nothings are becoming smoother and smoother. Pushing him away with your elbow, you pick up the small plate. “Go and give the cream puffs to our son.”

Initially thinking that the plate was meant for him, Lucien is stunned momentarily. His son had a cream puff personally fed to him, while he hasn’t even managed to touch a cream puff. “What about mine?”

You release an icy “hmph”.

“Considering Professor Lucien’s high IQ, I’m sure he can make them himself. I want to give these to my son, who is also unable to solve that problem.”

“...”

Why does he have to bear the consequences when his son was the one who angered you?

[ KIRO ]

“I’m back~”

You’ve just returned from a business trip which swept you overseas for close to a month, and it’s been a long time since you saw the two suns in your home.

“Mommy! Welcome home!”

“Miss Chips! Welcome home!”

The father-son duo exclaim unanimously, rushing over to the door with their similar faces and equally dazzling golden hair.

Your adorable son stumbles over to you, and you respond by squatting down and stretching your hands to give him a full hug. The little fellow tightens his grip around your neck to express his joy and how much he missed you.

Apple Box leaps around beside you to convey his welcome, and you can’t help but reach out to give him a pat on his fluffy head. In the time you weren’t around, he had put on quite a bit of weight.

The small entrance hall brims with a warm atmosphere... aside from Kiro.

At this moment, Kiro feels that his position in the home has deteriorated, and he shoots a killer glare towards your coquettish son and Apple Box, who weren’t sidelined by you.

“Miss Chips, did you not miss me... QAQ”

Despite the passage of time, Kiro, who has even become a father, seems to have become more childish.

You purse your lips. “Who said so? I missed you very much.”

“But you hugged him first and even patted Apple Box. You didn’t give me a hug.” The more he talks about it, the more insignificant he feels.

“Dad, you’re so heavy. Mom won’t be able to carry you.” Your son rubs salt into his wound.

Sure enough, Kiro gets offended by this. With a darkened expression, he pulls his son away from your arms, lifting him into the air. “Say that again!”

The little rascal struggles for a while before escaping from his grasp, then buries himself into your arms again. “Mommy, I drew you a picture!” With this, he sends Kiro a competitive glance.

Amused by the usual competition between father and son, you feed off your son’s excitement. “Really? My darling is incredible!”

“I’m incredible too!” Kiro is deathly afraid of falling behind. “Go away.” He pulls his son away from you once again. His left hand reaches behind your knees, and he bends down to carry you up. When he feels your hands tightening around his neck, he lets out a satisfied “hmph”.

“I can pick your Mom up in a princess carry. Can you?”

“Once I’ve grown up, I can do it too!” Your son gives him a glance of disdain. “Also, you’d be old by the time I grow up. I’d also be more handsome than you. Mommy will definitely like me more~”

“Looks like you need a spanking!” Kiro places you down before reaching for his son.

“Kiro, you’re not allowed to hit our son!” You hurriedly stop him before he can do anything.

“He was challenging my authority as his father.”

You tousle his hair in a comforting manner. “Be good. Actually, our son wasn’t wrong. When you’re old, you’d...”

“Miss Chips!”

“When you’re old, you’d still be handsome!” You chuckle gently, tugging him on the sleeve to make him bend down slightly. A sweet kiss lands on the side of his face. “Superheroes are the most handsome~”

[ SHAW ]

“Don’t make a mess out of our house!”

The moment you see the unsalvageable mess on the coffee table, the only thought that runs through your mind is sending this troublemaker back to the oven to be re-made.

“Dad said that an overly neat doesn’t have a homely feeling.” Your son tilts his head upwards confidently, continuing with his work on hand.

“So why are you doodling on the wall?”

The originally pure white wall has been morphed beyond recognition. And why does the style of this abstract art look so familiar?

Your son wipes his hands on a damp cloth at the side, then picks up a crayon. “Dad said that aesthetic sense must be picked up since young.”

Seeing the patches of postmodern art on the wall causes your blood to boil. “Can’t you use paper?”

As compared to your frantic state, your son is much more composed. “Dad said that I should strike while the iron’s hot when it comes to being inspired. I didn’t have time to find paper, so I drew on the wall.”

No matter what, you have to find the main culprit.

“Shaw, get over here!” Your twist your head and roar towards the living room.

“Did you allow him to draw on the walls?” You glare at him fiercely, causing his initial “yes” to quickly turn into a “I did not.”

Your son lifts his head in confusion. “Dad, didn’t you say that I should draw wherever I wanted to? You even said a child’s talent shouldn’t be stifled.”

“...”

With a grim laugh, you toss him a rag. “Since you allowed him to do it, you’ll be the one to clean up.”

“...son, use paper next time. Don’t draw on the walls.” Shaw finds a smaller rag and hands it to his son. The both of them begin wiping off the colourful traces on the wall pitifully, wishing they could travel back in time to stop this from happening in the first place.

Sitting on your son’s small bed while scrolling through your phone, you occasionally look up to supervise their progress.

Once they’re more or less done, your son suddenly pipes up.

“When can we head out to do graffiti?”

“Graffiti?” Why weren’t you aware of such plans?

“...”

Shaw has a bad feeling about this.

“Shaw. Explain.”

“It’s just... nurturing his artistic side...” His voice dies off at the end.

“Okay. Right now, I’ll be nurturing his mathematical side. Stand at the corner of the wall and count from one to a thousand.”

After tidying your son’s bed, you head out to pour yourself a cup of water.

Shaw tosses a sympathetic glance at his son. “Every man for himself.”

“As his father, you’ll keep him company.”

“...”

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#mlqc #cheri shortcake

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 3 years ago

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ace: "DEUCE! my man! my brother! i'm here for revenge! this is payback for those birthday punches from you and floyd-senpai!" deuce: "come at me, bro! SUMMON CAULDRON!" ace: "don't hide behind your cauldron! take me on like a man instead of running away like a coward!" deuce: "you're on! BET THE LIMIT!"

[Referring to this imagine!]

***Spoilers for chapter 5!***

Deuce had a huge bite of cauldron cake lodged in his mouth when Ace made the sudden declaration of war--the sneak! Waiting until Riddle left for the washroom to attack! The first blow came upon his arm, knocking the fork out of his hand. When the second blow came, Deuce managed to catch it with his (now freed) hand.

“Ace, what the hell are you doing?!”

“Payback!!”

“Huh?!”

“What was it that you said on my birthday, Juice? Birthday punches, equal to how old you are, plus one for good luck? I’m just keeping old traditions alive!” Ace cracked his knuckles. “Now prepare yourself!!”

“Tch!” Deuce hastily set down the remains of his cake, his body tensing for an oncoming brawl. “This is... This isn’t our space! We shouldn’t be fighting in Raven-san’s--”

Ace brought his fist back and swung--

--and missed, stumbling a few paces forward and bumping into a table. But he was quick on his feet, and even quicker with his reflexes. He corrected his footing and spun to glare at Deuce.

“Oi, oi, what was all that junk you said about being a man and taking it?!”

“I’m not gonna...” Deuce froze, his eyes honing in on something that had rolled onto the ground. A single deep-fried, soft-boiled egg, ruined. Inedible.

Newfound rage seeped through his veins.

“Alright, that’s it. You want a fight? I’ll give you a fight.” Deuce produced his magical pen from his breast pocket and aimed it at his friend.

“Ooooh, playing dirty now?” Ace smirked.

“Mmm? Kani-chan and Saba-chan are fighting? Eheheh! Sounds fuuun! I wanna join, I wanna join!”

“YOU STAY OUT OF THIS, FLOYD!!” the duo shouted in unison, sending deadly glares his way.

“Eeeeh, how boring~ Weeeeell, I guess watching a battle’s not so bad, either.”

“Do your worst,” Ace challenged, returning his attention to Deuce. “I bet I could get all my hits in before you pull the right spell out.”

“You’re on.”

Ace flew at him, fist raised. Magic swirled in the air above him. Warm, crackling--like sparks gathering, preparing to form lighting and strike. A blazing fire waiting to happen.

Deuce took a deep breath, then exhaled. He could see it now, in his mind’s eye. The shape of his soul, stretching out before a sea of darkness.

“Summon Cauldron!!”

“Wha--OOF!!

Ace found himself pinned under the suffocating weight of a heavy iron cauldron. His torso was pressed hard against the attic flooring, crushing his chest and impeding his breathing. He flailed for a few seconds before crying out in annoyance.

(In the background, Floyd was cackling with laughter. It sounded even more out of place than usual, since it was set against the Chicken Dance.)

"Don't hide behind your cauldron! Take me on like a man instead of running away like a coward!"

“Sorry, but that’s how it has to be,” Deuce sighed, tucking his magical pen away. “I already told you, we can’t be fighting in someone else’s house. If you want to come for me... Come for me after the party, and I’ll gladly take you on.”

“Ngggh...!! This isn’t over, not yet!”

“It is.” Deuce folded his arms and granted his friend a stern look. “Reflect on your actions a little.”

He turned to grab his cake and resume eating it. A forkful was mere centimeters away from his mouth before--

A strong gust of wind abruptly kicked up, sending the cake splattering into the wall. Deuce blinked, staring at his unfinished slice. Slowly, he craned his head to face Ace, who had crawled out from under the cauldron.

Pointing his own magical pen at Deuce.

“I told you, it isn’t over til the fat cat sings.”

“... Are you talking about Grim or Lucius?”

“It’s just a saying, dummy! I don’t mean it literally!!” Ace vigorously shook his head. “Anyway...!! Put’m up, cuz I’m coming for you!!”

“Yeah? Bring it, then.” Deuce’s eyes hardened--sharpening like the pointed tip of a spade. “You wasted not one, but two foods today... You attacked me while I had my guard down... You disrespected the rules of someone else’s house... That’s unforgiveable!”

The air was thick, laced with tension.

Deuce moved first, intent on striking back.

“Bet the Lim--”

“Ohhhhkay, time out, time out!!” Trey called, stepping inbetween the Heartslabyul first years. Deuce and Ace stopped dead in their tracks at the sight of their senpai. “That’s enough of that. None of us are here today to punch each other. We’re supposed to celebrate, so both of you, settle down.”

“But he--”

“I don’t want to hear excuses.” Trey frowned, folding his arms. “Deuce, you know better. And Ace, don’t go starting things. You know Riddle wouldn’t like that.”

“Yes, sir...” Deuce hung his head in shame--but Ace was still fired up and ready to protest.

“It’s just some harmless fun! What’s the big deal? It’s not like Riddle’s gonna know, he’s off at the washroom probably getting stuck in the toilet or something.”

“... Who exactly is getting stuck in the toilet?”

“... The Dorm Leader’s standing right behind me, isn’t he?”

“Yup.” Deuce nodded.

“Yes,” Trey added. “Er, welcome back, Riddle.”

“Ahah! It’s Kingyo-chan! Kingyo-chan’s back!”

“... Well, crap.”

“Ace.” Riddle’s voice was low and menacing--a sharp contrast to his cute face.

“Y-Yeah, Dorm Leader?”

Riddle’s expression contorted with rage, his face turning as crimson as his hair. “OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!!!”

#twst #twisted wonderland #Deuce Spade #Floyd Leech #Ace Trappola #Riddle Rosehearts #Trey Clover #twisted wonderland interactions #disney twisted wonderland #Deuce birthday takeover

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whumperooni · 4 years ago

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Okay but your hc that rappa is actually a good partner made my heart go brr 🥺 he's so beeg n beefy and so fucking dumb like my man's got one braincell that's half dead anyway but he loves his little wifey and is SO protective, he pulls you into his lap and crushes you against him while rubbing and nuzzling his head against you he just really appreciates his lovely lil pup and how you actually care for him ;;

yes yes yes 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

lub dat dummy thicc man ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

I’m combining both of these since I’m sleepy, but please know that you’re both beeg brained ♡

tags/warnings: nothin’ really! just some mentions of oral, the smallest smidge of daddy kink

🥊🥊🥊🥊🥊🥊🥊🥊🥊🥊🥊🥊🥊

“Kendo, dinner’s almost ready!”

There’s a gruff cheer that sounds in response, but you’re pretty sure it’s not from your announcement of food about to be served up. Huffing fondly, you grab a beer and poke your head into the living room, shake your head with a smile whenever you find your monolith of a husband watching tv with a glazed grin. It looks like he’s about a twelve pack in- he’s got to be getting close to tipsy about now.

Honestly, you’ll never stop being impressed by how much beer your man can pack away before he even starts feeling a buzz.

Still smiling, you wander into the room and hold the beer bottle up like an offering, giggle whenever Kendo looks over at you and grins even wider.

You’re yanked onto his lap as soon as you’re within arm’s reach and a happy squeal leaves you when he wraps his arms around your waist, crushes you against him. He belches and he barks out a laugh when you let out a whiny “Kendo!”, crushes you even closer to him as he begins to nuzzle into your hair.

He needs a shower and he definitely needs a change of clothes. But that musky smell is something you’re used to, something that has you wriggling against him as it washes over you.

Kendo smells like a man- primal and fierce, so very strong.

“What kinda grub are ya makin’ for me tonight, pup?” he asks, arms flexing around your waist. “Smells real good, sweetheart.”

The praise has you flushing with pride and you beam up at him, let him snatch the beer from your hands.

“We’re having fried chicken, green beans, mashed potatoes, brown sugar carrots, and some of those little yeast rolls you like,” you tell him- hands resting on his chest, a small giggle slipping from you when he cracks the bottle open and downs it in one big gulp. “And I made a pie earlier, too.”

“Ah, shit, babe- yer really spoiling me.”

“Of course I am,” you coo, fingers curling into his chest hair, nails scritching over the squishy flesh that hides all those big, rippling muscles of his. “I gotta take care of my man. You got a fight tomorrow, baby, and I wanna make sure you’re good to go.”

Kendo snorts, but he grins- big hands grabbing your waist and pulling you even closer, keeping you still as he ruts up against you.

“I’m always good to go, pup!”

Hell yeah he is.

You giggle and then you mewl, throw your arms around his neck as he humps his thick dick against you. He’s hard already and just knowing that has you wet- has you pouting whenever the timer goes off in the kitchen.

“Babe,” you whine, head tilting back even as you do so he can snuffle against your neck, lay wet and smacking kisses over your throat. “Babe, I gotta get the food outta the oven!”

Kendo just snorts- hot air puffing against your neck, hands gripping your waist even tighter. You’re lifted without warning and you squeal whenever Kendo stands, when you’re thrown over his broad shoulder. He laughs as you squirm and he gives your ass a smack, has you laughing too as he hauls you off to the kitchen.

He turns the oven off with just one hand and he throws the door open, grabs a towel and grabs the chicken from the stove, sets it on the counter and immediately turns to leave the room once again.

“Babe- the food!”

“It’ll be fine, pup,” he tells you. “We can heat it up- right now I wanna eat somethin’ else.”

You flush and you squirm against him, let out a giggle and then a pleased little coo whenever one of his big hands slides up your thigh.

“Mmm, eat as much as you want, Kendo,” you purr- legs spreading as much as they can while you’re still thrown over his shoulder. “It’s all for you, baby.”

“Fuck yeah it is.”

Just a few more steps and then you’re in the bedroom, then you’re tossed on the mattress. Kendo is over you in an instant- broad frame blocking the light spilling in from the hallway, a grin on his face. You reach for him and you curl your fingers into his messy hair, meet his grin with one of your own as you yank him down so you can crush his lips against yours.

A rumbling little growl sounds from him and it makes you shiver, has you rocking against the hand that pushes up your skirt.

“God, I fucking love you,” you mumble, moan against his lips.

You feel him grin against you, feel his big, strong hand yank your panties down your thighs.

“Love you too, darlin’. Now spread those pretty lil legs for me, pup- daddy’s hungry.”

A breathless giggle slips from you and you spread your legs for Kendo, watch him as he rises and then shuffles down.

A happy sigh leaves you as he buries his face into your cunt and you smile as Kendo eats you out with an eager, sloppy greed; you arch your back and mewl when he tosses your legs over his shoulders.

What a man- you’re so lucky to have him in your life.

The food grows cold in the kitchen, but you don’t care- it’s just as good when it’s heated up hours later, just as good as you munch on it while you curl up with Kendo on the couch and watch some shitty, silly movies with him, laugh and snuggle up with him and the dogs.

You fall asleep that night happy and warm- arms thick as trees wrapped around your body and rough lips pressed to your forehead, a smile on both you and Kendo’s faces.

#rappa x reader #rooni's shit #/sighs #i just wanna be his leetle house wife <3 #Anonymous

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onetuffbunny · 2 years ago

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when i was a kid, my parents fed me alphabet soup a lot, the kind that comes in a can.

people think there’s something actually called campbell’s alphabet soup but that doesn’t exist and never did. as a society, we made up a soup name. they’ve got tomato a to z’s. don’t have those a lot in this household. my kid’s afraid of the color red. when i make spaghetti, i just give him noodles and butter and a lil bit of dried parsley. he doesn’t like alfredo. i did like the cheese and pepper thing, you know what i’m talking about, but he decided that pepper is too spicy. tried doing veggie pasta with a bit of broccoli and stuff but he would not take the bait. i basically spend 90% of my life trying to get children to eat vegetables. do you know how hard this is. the only thing i can get him to consistently eat is grapes and fruit gummies and chips. like wtf dude, you cannot just eat chips, you gotta eat some leafs every once and awhile, man was not put on this earth to eat chips alone. honestly the only reason i’m eating human food at this point is so i can leave my plate out and hope he steals off of it when i’m not looking, which is maybe training a preschooler to be a food thief but like whatever man, you gotta do what you gotta do with little kids, they’re like little drunk people that rely on you. his pediatrician says he’s healthy, so i guess i’m doing something right.

anyway.

they got a vegetable soup with alphabet letters in it but it’s not actually called alphabet soup. that’s not on the label. it also sucks. i think there was a chicken alphabet but idk if it’s still around. canned meat kinda grosses me out. you know it’s got a lot of shit in it to make it shelf-stable. don’t get me wrong, i have eaten my fair share of hot dogs and tuna in a can and spam in my life, but generally speaking, i don’t buy a lot of meat anyway. kind of the ‘living off the land’ type. i got a root cellar and everything. if i can’t hunt or fish it, don’t really wanna eat it (also brisket is expensive lol) but you can’t hunt dinosaur shaped chicken nuggies in the wild. anyway, if i buy meat, it’s not meat in a can. unless it’s spam. my first for-realsies boyfriend (idk leonard or whatever, makes me sound like a dick for not remembering, but i was like 20 and suuuuper depressed, this being before i learned my current rabbit styles) taught me how to make the breakfast of kings, which is frying up some garlic rice and then you fry up spam and however many fried eggs you want. pretty dope if i say so myself. terrible for your cholesterol. i mean, i don’t give a shit about stuff like that though, i figure the stuff i eat is probably the least damaging thing i’ve done to my body tbh. before i got into nsfw enterprises, i was in the wrestling scene and let me tell you something. no shit that all that shit is scripted out and who wins has been decided on beforehand, like, did you think the undertaker really has magic powers, no, he’s a republican, but even still, that does not mean that you don’t get hurt for realsies sometimes. like. yeah, obviously you learn how to take moves and sell them so they look like they’ve knocked the wind out of you but really you’re fine, like, i can fuckin sell, i was good at that (for the record, i was a heel, butcher jack was one mean son of a bitch, butcher jack still is but that character sure as hell ain’t a wrasslin persona anymore unless you use very specific definitions of wrestling lololol) but i was a little dummy and i was in the shady as fuck backyard hardcore scene and let me tell you what. i got scars from barbed wire. i got a scar from a flaming table. i got scars from glass. shit hurted. career was brief but glorious but also i really like having money to pay rent, so i took my career in a different direction that requires about the same amount of clothing lololol. sometimes i think about the career i could’ve had, like, damn i could’ve been kenny alpha, but there’s no point in dwelling on uncertain possibilities. you gotta drive forth into tomorrow.

anyway, enough about wrestling, we’re talking about soup.

growing up, money was tight because my mom was like a lunch lady or something, i really do not remember, and my dad was in the army, idk what rank, we don’t talk, and more importantly, i have a metric fuckton of brothers and exactly one sister because my ma wanted a daughter real bad so she could dress her up and kept going until she finally got one but guess what ma, you could’ve dressed me up. she grew up to be real boyish based off of social media postings, so i guess ma never got what she really wanted. point is, you can’t have that many kids and have any money unless you’re a millionaire and/or commit tax fraud, which usually goes hand in hand. idk i only know one millionaire and i’m pretty sure he’s not committing tax fraud and it’s like whoa, i literally cannot conceive of how you live, you have a fucking candy room just for candy, wild. he keeps offering me jobs but idk, mixing friendship and work historically ends poorly. i do some modeling work for him sometimes though but like for t-shirts and shit, don’t get the wrong idea here. incidentally, if you need a male model (or like male adjacent, i do not even know how to define my gender, all the muscles and shit is just a form of drag, i am not masc, i am a rabbit), hit me up & we can discuss pricing. my availability is pretty much whenever.

as you might expect, we ate a lot of highly processed stuff designed by some guy in a labcoat somewhere: lots of potpies, hamburgie helper & his cousin tunie fish helper, about any tv dinner you want as long as it’s from the cheap section (i am still a connoisseur of kid cuisine, there’s just something about those brownies that just hits the spot), various mixes to put on pork chops, maccy cheese, whatnot and whatnot and whatnot. chief among this was soup. now, campbell’s soup today is like what, a buck-fifty? something like that. idk i haven’t picked any up in a long time. this being Days of Yore (the 80s/90s), it was probably like fifty cents or something. given that each can stretches to a couple people, you just need a few and you have enough to feed a big as fuck family for cheap. since my ma wanted to make sure we got our veggies in, she fed us a lot of the veggie soup with alphabet letters. a lot.

thing is, i hated that stuff. couldn’t stand it. it’s a taste thing, sure, but it was mostly a texture thing. me & my son are on the same brainwave when it comes to Bad Textures. i could not fucking deal with it. i mean, who the fuck wants to eat a mushy carrot. i would rather die than eat a mushy carrots. disgusting. gross. no. i got fed this once, maybe twice a week, each and every week, and i was always like “i am going to die if i eat this, you are poisoning me, this is awful, i am perishing,” like, i did not want to eat this shit and i still don’t because veggie soup in a can is disgraceful. i can make my own veggie soup and it’s bomb as hell, but that shit sucks.

this drove my mother bonkers. rather than see it as a sign of the eventual brainstate that psychologists love exploring (i have given psychiatrists so much of my money over the years), she saw it as a sign that i would become a wild child, which like. i did. i did do that. i don’t know why anyone was surprised by that. if you keep telling someone they’re difficult, don’t be surprised if they turn out difficult out of sheer fuckin spite. don’t know what they expected. like damn, if i keep getting accused of doing drugs & crimes, might as well become a massive stoner doing vandalism, you know what i mean? i think the only thing that surprised them was the bisexual antics (for the record, i’m gay but i did not know this in the 90s, mad respect to all my bi brethren, sorry to all the girls i got with, it was me and not you) and like i’m still pretty sure my mom thinks that any relationship i’ve ever had, man or woman, was done specifically to piss her off, haha. when i tell people i was a teenage runaway & about my parents (very catholic), they assume i ran off due to gay reasons but honestly, that was a lot lower on the list than you might think. my teenage years were a trip. by the way, protip: stay in school, make sure you got a bank account no one else can access, don’t run off with nothing in your pockets.

so she was like “[INSERT LEGAL NAME HERE] (not a deadname, just not y’all’s business), this is your favorite soup. you love this soup. eat your favorite soup. you always tell me this is your favorite.” and i was like “no, this soup is shit. it’s not my favorite.” and she was always like “no, this is your most favorite soup in the whole wide world and you’re eating it.” this would go on and sometimes i’d eat the soup just to shut her up. one day when i’m like six or whatever, still a little kid, she’s like “you can’t get up from the table unless you eat your soup” and i’m like “no fuck that, i wanna go watch ninja turtles” or whatever i watched when i was six, idk when that came out. but i’m like six, so i have to it at the table. now, i was stubborn as shit as a kid. i sat there like an entire hour or however long. i was not budging and i was not eating the soup. eventually, my mother got out the airplane spoon, the one i had when i was a toddler, and she’s like “nyoom, nyoom, better open up, just eat this bite and you can leave, there’s the airplane to give you your most favorite soup in the whole world.”

anyway, long story short, she was just putting words in my mouth.

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plantnamjoon · 4 years ago

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written segment:

y/n’s pov

you sit outside of his apartment waiting for him to open the door, the breeze outside was a pleasant surprise. you soon hear the lock click and the door open, being greeted with iwaizumi behind it. “hey iwa! how’s it going?” you smile as he motions you in with his hands. “it’s going well, sorry i didn’t get some of it clean, oikawa likes to come mess up my place from time to time.” he scratches the back of his head while you laugh at his statement. “that’s perfectly fine iwa.” he takes in your outfit with his eyes and a tint of red paints his cheeks. he walks over to the couch inviting you to come join him, “you can sit wherever you’d like, i don’t mind,” accompanied with a smile. you decide to sit in the middle of the couch while he plops down next to you, still at a comfortable distance.

“what kind of movie do you want to watch?” he focuses on the tv biting his bottom lip in concentration. your eyes light up at the question and you respond, “ooou can we watch a horror movie?” he slowly turns his head and shakes it from one side to the other, “i hate horror movies.” you continue to look him in the eyes puffing out your bottom lip. “i-i uh well,, i guess i can’t say no can i?” he closes his eyes as you respond to him, “nope, not at all.” after convincing him to watch a horror movie he finally picks one that he doesn’t think will be too scary. (yeah it’s a scary scary movie)

as the movie goes on iwaizumi seems to inch closer to you until your arms and legs are touching, you can visibly see him jump every time the music gets ominous. you smile knowing that this next jump scare is the worst one in the movie. it soon arrived and iwaizumi yelps as he hides his face in the crook of your neck, his arms wrapping tightly around your body. “aww iwaaa, are you that scared?” you feel him starting to pout on your shoulder so you pull his face away from your shoulder. he looks away trying to hide the deep blush creeping up on his face. “here, lift up.” he pulls his back from the couch and you start rubbing circles on his shoulders. “t-thank you.” the blush on his face gets worse than before.

soon enough the movies over and iwaizumi is asleep on your lap, slight snores escaping his lips. you look at his peaceful face and start running your fingers through his hair. you grab your phone and text the group chat that he’s one not a serial killer and two you’re safe and he’s asleep. after you text the group chat you decide to watch another movie. towards the end of the second movie he starts moving around. “hey, i’m sorry did i fall asleep?” his just woke up voice rang through your ears. “uhh, y-yeah i just uh watched another movie.” he nods and sits up, making your lap feel cold again. “i normally don’t fall asleep on people like that,” he scratches the back of his head, “just uh people i trust.” he smiles and looks towards you, “thanks for not stealing my kidneys by the way, you a real one.”

“would you want to watch a funny movie, since you were so scared of the horror movie?” you sarcastically turn your head towards him as he tries to stifle a laugh. “i mean. i’m down.” halfway through the movie you start feeling sleepy, your eyes closing on their own, drifting off to sleep.

iwaizumi’s pov

i feel a weight on my shoulder and look over to see y/n fast asleep. i smile and pull her closer to me so that her head is more comfortable on my chest. she grumbles in her sleep and i try not to laugh at the soft snores coming from her. i decide to run my fingers through her hair soothing both me and her. i feel the same blush as earlier creeping up once again, just the picture of her in my arms is enough to make me blush. i smile and lay my head back on the cushion slowly falling asleep too.

y/n’s pov

you begin to wake up, trying to get up to check your phone but feel weighted down. noticing that your laying on iwaizumis chest and his arms are wrapped around you, small rhythmic breaths escaping his lips. you try and move out of his grasp but he keeps pulling you back and mumbling the same phrase, “please don’t leave.” (i mean how could you leave with iwaizumi being all soft) you poke his face and he wakes up with a gasp, “hey iwa, it’s just me dummy.” he looks down and starts laughing, “oh, you scared me.” now it was your turn to laugh at his stoic response. “gosh i guess we both fell asleep huh?” he turns his head to meet your gaze, messy hair, dried drool, and heavy lidded eyes. “yeah, you look like you got hit by a bus.” he laughs and lightly punches you in the arm. (which sends you flying across the room to break your back 😀 jk)

“anyways, mrs. i wake up looking cute after a nap, are you hungry? we didn’t eat dinner.” he lays his head on your shoulder continuing to play with your hair. “aww iwa, you think i’m cute? but yeah i am getting a little hungry.” he blushes once again at your remark nodding in your shoulder, once he sits up he offers his hand so you take it. he grabs his jacket, one for you, and his keys then leads you out of the door. “where are we going?” you laugh grabbing his hand tighter, interlacing your fingers. “it’s a secret.” he holds his other hand to his mouth. you guys went to mcdonald’s in the end and went to a park to eat it. he fed you fries and chicken nuggets and laughed at stories of your friends. in the end you thought it was a perfect day and thought you should do this more often, with him. “hey, iwaizumi, uh can i call you by your first name?” you look over to him. “oh, uh, yes, yeah you can, i would really like that actually.” you smile and nod, “alright hajime.”

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TES Minis: II

the first time he says it out loud.

pairing: yoongi x reader genre: fluffy fluff words: 1.1k contains: softness, yoongi being catlike a/n: this is a drabble for The Early Shift but it can be read alone!

It’s a nothing kind of day.

You know those days, the ones where the fickle sky can’t decide to rain or not, so it just stays in that downturned state of gray that seems to dampen just about everything it touches. Those days where all you want to do is curl up in front of the TV with your favorite sitcom and your favorite person, and just chill. The couch is where you sit now, having plopped down onto with an overstuffed white sheep in your arms.

You idly flip through Netflix’s offerings, adding things to your list that you’ll forget about by tomorrow. You can’t really decide on what show to watch because everything you want to continue can’t be done without Yoongi’s presence. The traces of him are scattered all over your apartment (a second mug, toothbrush, minimally initialed tees) after these blissful months, but the man himself remains absent.

“Stupid boyfriend,” you mutter under your breath, lips twisted in a slight pout as you bury your face into the sheep’s fake fluff. “So cute, but always so busy.”

You know you should be patient, but it’s Friday night, damn it. You’ve had a long ass week, what with the assignments and classes and shitty customers, but Yoongi’s had it worse. He’s been in contract negotiations with some recording company, a midsized one, but they refuse to take him on unless he can deliver a decent song.

Yoongi works decently under stress, or at least he usually manages to finish (except that one time that ended with you on your knees), but that doesn’t mean he won’t stop beating himself up about it every step of the way. And even after he finishes. You try not to disturb him during times like these, even if you’re coming from a place of care. A distraction is a distraction, even if it comes with fried chicken.

[8:42pm] you: miss you & ur pouty face. fighting!!!

You settle for a text that’ll probably be caught by his Do Not Disturb mode. Whatever. You click on an episode of something recommended and random. It’s fine. You’ll go to bed early. Get your beauty rest, or something that Hoseok is always going on about.

You’re just about dropping off when you hear a familiar rattling at your door, followed by two succinct knocks that usually means one thing. No way... You’re on your feet in seconds, flinging off the blanket you had spread over your lap. Clutching your sheep, you practically run (as much as you can in this small place) to the door.

Standing there is one Min Yoongi, the one cute face you wanted to see the most.

“Babe! Babe?” You rub your eyes, thinking this could be the product of some strange dream. Welcome, but unexpected, nonetheless. “You’re here?”

Yoongi’s small grin is tired, but undoubtedly genuine. “Well, yeah, where the hell else would I wanna be?”

“I don’t know, home? What about the song?”

“Finished. Finished it after I got your text.” He makes to enter, and you automatically step aside. “Hi Flaffy,” he says, petting the sheep’s soft head on the way in.

“So easily?”

He looks at you and says, no hesitation, “Yeah.”

He drops his messenger bag without much decorum. Making a beeline to the sofa, he gestures for you to sit on one side. When you do, he practically faceplants onto your lap, curling up with his knees pulled to his chest.

“Just let me stay like this for a while,” he says into your thigh, warmth spreading all through everything.

You run your fingers through his hair, gently scratching his head. “You worked hard, Yoongi,” you say. “Stay as long as you want.”

“Mmn.” He cuddles in deeper. “Lo… you,” he mumbles, decibels barely above a half whisper.

“W-Wait, Yoongi, what did you just say?”

He groans, nuzzling like a kitty into your knee. “You heard me.”

“My ears stopped working for five seconds. You’re gonna have to repeat yourself.”

Really, you expect him to play the denial game like usual until you’re both dissolving into playful teasing and sloppy kisses. Instead, he sits up. Stares you right into the eyes, and against all odds, you think he might be nervous.

“I said, I love you.” He coughs. “You’re like, the person I always want to see. Even when I’m tired or frustrated or annoyed. You… recharge me.” As soon as the last words hit the air, he immediately looks away with a slight pink on his cheeks. “Or something.”

You’re actually too stunned to reply.

Truth be told, you’d been feeling the same damn way for about a month now. Though all the what ifs about whether or not it was too early had stopped you from saying the words out loud. In hindsight, you were probably a week away from cracking yourself. But who knew he’d be the first one? It makes your heart melt.

“Yah, aren’t you going to say it back?” Yoongi suddenly prods, tone a bit impatient (or anxious).

Okay, that’s way too cute. You can’t resist. “What, worried?”

“Fuck yes. Extremely.”

With a quiet laugh, you squish both his soft cheeks within your hands. “Babe. Baby. I love you. I love you so, so, so much. And if you can’t see that by now, you should probably get glasses.”

“Okay.” Yoongi scrunches his nose, but he’s smiling. “Yeah. That—okay.”

He pulls away, flopping back onto his front, probably so you can’t see how his grin grows unstoppable and enormous. You give his shoulders a fond squeeze before pressing your thumbs into the muscle behind his shoulder blades in an impromptu massage that makes him groan. Besides that, you’re both quiet, letting your love soak into the walls and turn this nothing day into something cozy and irreplaceable.

“You know,” you tease, though it’s with a voice tender, “I never would have started dating you if I knew you were such a cheeseball.”

“Liar. My dick game is too strong. You were a total mess that time in the shop.”

You actually snort, loudly. “You wish! I seem to recall a certain lack of control that night…”

“Hey!” Yoongi rolls over, his bottom lip stuck slightly out. “Thought we agreed to never talk about that again.”

“You brought it up, dummy.”

“Whatever. You still love me.” He drawls the words with a look that says he likes the way their meaning settles in his chest, warm and sunny and bright.

“Yeah.” You lean down and touch the tip of your nose to his. “Looks like I do.”

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