#anime x y/n

[tvgals]

COOL, CALM, AND COLLECTED… <3

— synopsis: everyone thought of nanami as a soft, vanilla loving man. who knew they could be so wrong? cw: camgirl! reader w camboy! nanami, rough sex, lowkey whipped nanami, pda, black! reader

nanami watched in disdain as his colleagues clowned him for being so vanilla all the time. “doesn’t y/n get tired of the same old? i bet i could give her a good time!” one of them yelled out, to the laughs of his other coworkers. nanami didn’t lose his cool. he couldn’t! not when he knew all this men were tuning into you and nanami’s streams every tuesday, thursday, and saturdays! he knew this because not only would those idiots use their real names on their accounts they used to make donations, but because they would talk about it 24/7.

“speaking of y/n…” one of them said, jutting his thumb in your direction. out of the big picture window they had, they saw you getting out of your car, holding a blue lunchbox just for nanami. the secretary let you in, you thanked her and step onto the elevator, pressed the big three button. as the dings of the elevator rung throughout itself and the doors opened and closed for anyone that was possibly waiting, you step out with a warm smile on your face. you politely wave to everyone, subtly ignoring their hungry glares and whistles.

“here you go, ken’. you left it on the counter.” you smiled, placing his lunchbox on his desk. “thank you, sweetheart.” nanami grinned, pulling you onto his lap. he looked at his coworkers for a brief second, watching how they immediately turned their heads away as if they were doing their work.

“ken’! i hafta go.” you giggle, your brown face heating up at the sudden show of affection. “i know, i know. jus’ gotta get some lovin’ on my baby.” nanami grins, pressing quick kisses to your face. you smiles and push him back gently, meeting his lips for a kiss. “i gotta go home.” you tell him, kicking your feet. nanami sighs putting you back in your feet. “see you soon, baby.” you wave to your husband, walking away. once you’re out of earshot everyone starts hooting and hollering.

“oooo what was that, nanamin?” one of them asked, slapping his knee. nanami smirked and turned back to his computer. he can’t wait for 4:30 to hit. “nanami, what was that?” another one of his coworkers questioned, chuckling. “what? can’t show my wife any love?” kento asked, chucking to himself.

he just couldn’t wait to get back home to you.

-

as 4:30 ticked by, nanami started packing up all his papers, being oblivious to the people watching him in almost jealousy. jealous he was the one that got to go home to you.

“alright, everyone. see you tomorrow.” kento sends a slight grin in knowingness, a wave to signal his departure, and he walks out the building. kento rides down the elevator, saying goodbye to the lovely secretary, and hops into his aston martin, a sigh releasing from his pink lips. his phone pings with a signature sound he’s put for your notifications only. he opens his phone and his eyes widen.

it’s a photo of you in your and kento’s floor length mirror. you’re only in a silky pink nightgown, almost a size too small, bent over, showing your black thong between your plush ass and pussy. your phone is set up using a tripod nanami bought some time ago. your message read,

“missing you :(( hurry n get home!”

nanami started his car and sped home as fast as he could, his dick growing harder each minute that passes. he couldn’t think straight, hoping you’d be prepared to take him as soon as he got home.

nanami pulled into the gravel driveway, hopping out his car and fumbling his keys to get the door open. he pants, his dick straining against his slacks in anticipation to be let free. you heard kento outside the door, hoisting your thong up a bit, having it drag against your clit, a cute black lacy bra to match. you lay on the bed on all fours, an arch in your back. once you hear the door open you grin to yourself, looking behind you at the door, a seductive smile on your face. nanami walks in, his hair askew and his tie loose against his once ironed white shirt.

-

you watched with tears in your eyes as nanami pounded into you, laying atop of you with all of his weight, his top half being held up by this build arms. “slut.” nanami shoots a wicked grin to the camera propped up on the tripod, the monitor showing the flood of messages and donations the two of you are getting.

“tell them how much you love it.” nanami chuckles, pulling your head up by your curls. you could only let out strangled moans and whines, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. “my fucking god…you’re so beautiful.” nanami whispers in your ear, nibbling at your earlobe while paced grunts fall out his lips. “look at the camera, love, l-look at yourself…” nanami asks you, well more like demand. he brings a hand to your chin, tilting your head to make you look at yourself through the monitor.

“she’s b-beautiful, ain’t she?” nanami sputters, his hips faltering. “look at everyone complimenting you.”

user8879: fuck her harder!

shiu81: donated: $150 make her moan my name!!

nanami perks up at this request, a chuckle falling from his lips. “awe, love, he wants you to moan his name..” nanami whispers in your ear, pressing his thumb into your back to keep your arch. “you wanna?” nanami asks, taking his other hand to caress your ass. “m-mhm!” you stutter, grinning. “cmon, man says h-his names shiu…say it f’him, baby.” nanami says, still caressing your ass. at first you stay quiet, nervous for the request, but nanami encourages you, kissing along your neck. “f-fuck, shiu! right there!” you moan. throwing your head forward into the pillow in ecstasy. “one more time..i’m almost there..” nanami whimpers, his eyes rolling back. “mm! shiu, i’m cumming!” you practically scream, you and nanami cum together, moans harmonizing.

-

you and nanami look at one another, panting and giggling from time to time. “thank you, ken.” you smile, rolling on top of him. “no, thank you, love. i’m so glad to have you.” nanami smiles.

-

shitty ending sorry haven’t done this in a while

[sunarinscat]

Katsuki in button up dress shirts that are just a little bit too tight. He rolls up the sleeves and his forearms are out. Your obsessed with his forearms and he knows it. Will spend all night flexing his arms and wrists at the restaurant for absolutely no reason other than to watch you drool over him. Thinking about all the different positions those arms could put you in, all the ways those hands could break you. But-

“Hey! Snap out of it sweets. My mom asked you a question.”

Oh yeah, your at dinner with his parents. He’s so cruel to you. He knows exactly what he’s doing. So you do your best to smile and nod politely at everything his parents say. You offer a response here and there, and keep your mind off of Katsuki’s slutty arms. That is until you feel his hand creeping up your thigh. He’s rubbing teasing circles into your skin.. inching closer and closer to your panties (which are getting wetter by the second). The waiter comes over and his parents are distracted for a second. You quietly berate him.

“Kats! Not in front of your parents! You know exactly what your doing I don’t want to mess up my relationshi-shit….”

You trail off as he silences you by running a finger up your panties.

“What was that sweetheart?”

He gives you a shit eating grin as you struggle to act composed.

His dad quickly jumps in;

“Oh im sorry did i miss something? Everything ok?”

Katsuki looks at you as if daring you to answer him truthfully. ‘Ya sorry your son is just fingering me under the table! All good!’

“Yeah, just feeling a little sick to my stomach.”

You muffle a groan as you grip at your tummy, hoping they buy it.

“Probably from dealing with this little shit all the time. Let me help you to the bathroom sweetheart-“

Katsuki cuts in, removing his hand from your cunt and shuffling out of the booth.

“It’s ok mom, I’ll take care of her. Come on baby, let’s go. We’ll be right back..”

[bwabys-scenarios]

Perv!Illumi thoughts(NSFW)

Perv!Illumi that stares at you as you change, his gaze unabashedly perverse. He doesn’t pretend to not hear you asking him to look away. The man simply shakes his head.

“No thanks.”

And just keeps looking with those dark, intimidating eyes.

You feel so vulnerable in front of him, like a rabbit before a large, hungry wolf. His eyes move up and down your figure, examining you like a scientist examines a new test subject.

His fingers graze your soft sides, pressing down slightly to feel the way your flesh gives way to his touch. You’re warm in a way he’s never felt before. He’s been covered in warm blood and eaten warm food, but never been able to touch and caress something as pleasant as you before.

“You’re soft…” he murmurs, eyes half lidded as his fingers move from your sides to your lower belly. “And warm…”

For a moment he wonders what other parts of you feel warm, his eyes pausing at the sight of your panties, but he pulls back.

You’re changing for a reason, there’s a job to be done. But later he’ll wonder why his cock has gotten so hard as he recalls these brief interactions with you, and why he wants do so so much more…

And from the sound of your stifled moans from the next room, maybe you want more too.

[st4rpiece]

dealing with a rude server

SWF

characters: luffy, zoro, law, crocodile x f! reader summary: how the guys would handle a server being rude/disrespectful towards you in front of them CW: not proofread, killing (law and crocodile), toxic behavior from servers, but mainly fluff [different kinds of reader traits are mentioned in different scenarios: allergies (not specified), height + weight (kind of specified), speech impediment (more specifically stuttering)]

Monkey D. Luffy

luffy doesn't bother reading the menu at any restaurant you guys go to, and that's because he gets the same thing every time; one of everything. you, however, love taking your sweet time examining the menu and familiarizing yourself with the items, especially if you guys are on a new island. 

another reason was because of your allergies, you wanted to make sure the food you were eating didn’t contain anything that could trigger a reaction. unfortunately, a lot of the food served at this particular restaurant contained that exact ingredient, so your options when it came to food were limited. usually, you'd pick a dish you’d like with a couple of new dishes to try, but as a precaution, you stuck to just one. 

while deciding, you noticed how overly friendly the server had been with luffy, answering all his weird questions and agreeing to his even weirder requests. had you been treated the same, you (like luffy) would’ve brushed it off as just over-the-top service, but you weren’t. it was clear that they had a thing for luffy, so clear that they didn’t even bother to hide their feelings towards you. 

while ordering, they would cut you off to properly pronounce a word you had mispronounced, or answer your questions in a condescending tone, a stark contrast to the way they had treated luffy. and although you didn't ask, they began recommending meals they knew you couldn’t have because you had already told them about your allergies. 

the treatment was unfair but not worth fighting over so despite all that, neither of you commented on their actions (although it was clear that luffy was bothered by it). he didn’t like that they would recommend a dish you couldn’t eat as if mocking you. still, he kept quiet, thinking that was all you guys had to deal with.

when your food arrived, and instead of getting what you ordered, you got the exact dish the server had recommended earlier. everything about it was exactly as they had advertised it to be, and while it did look and smelt nice, it wasn't what you ordered. luffy could turn a blind eye to any harm done to him, but he wasn’t as lenient when it came to you. seeing the server stand there with a smirk on their face as if they didn't just hand you something that could kill you pissed him off greatly. 

“is this some fucking joke?” luffy asked, his voice a mixture of disbelief and anger as his eyes bore into the server, demanding an answer. 

“you know she didn’t order this,” he said, pointing at the offending plate in front of you. the server's eyes darted from luffy’s intense gaze to the food and back again, their cheeks flushing a deep red as they realized their mistake.

“i-i’m so sorry, i’ll get your order fixed right away,” they stammered, their hands trembling as they hastily retreated to the kitchen.

after the stunt they just pulled, their words do nothing to ease luffy’s anger or anxiety. so despite not being allowed in the kitchen, he still went. demanding he keep an eye on the cooks, making sure your dish was prepared quickly and correctly.

once it was done he would personally bring it out to you, intensely assessing you for any weird reactions as you took your first bite. after giving him the nod of approval and your usually happy smile, his eyes would light up with relief before joining indulging in his own meal.

Roronoa Zoro

zoro never orders his food cause he doesn’t care what he eats as long as there’s some good alcohol. so, by default, you've always been the one in charge of ordering. something you enjoyed doing because of the praise you'd get whenever he liked the dish you picked out. the server, unfamiliar with your relationship dynamic, placed all the attention on zoro, waiting for his order with little to no acknowledgment towards you.

“what are you looking at me for? she’s the one ordering,” he’d say, nodding his head in your direction. his brows furrowed in annoyance, eyeing the server intensely, watching them apologize frantically before they finally turned to you, giving you their undivided attention.

seeing this you began ordering a mountain of food; ones you liked, ones you knew he’d like, and a couple of new things for you both to try. you were ordering a lot, especially for just two people, but with zoro’s appetite and your love for trying new dishes, you knew it wouldn't go to waste. the server, watching you order all this food, couldn’t keep their negative thoughts to themselves. 

“no wonder she’s so big,” they mumbled under their breath as they wrote down the rest of your order. unprepared for the sudden blade aimed directly at their neck, scaring them in the process.

“come again?” zoro asked, his brows still furrowed, but this time in anger as his blade hovered mere inches from their neck.

the restaurant was silent, the usual chatter of customers and clanging of kitchenware had ceased abruptly. the server’s eyes were wide with terror. they truly didn’t think anyone could hear them.

“i-i just meant she’s tall and muscular like she must work out a lot!” they stuttered, their voice trembling.

zoro’s grip tightened around the blade, the insult was clear. you both knew what she meant; still, he decided to withdraw his blade, sliding it back into its sheath.

“watch your fucking mouth,” he warned his voice a dangerously low rumble that sent a shiver down their spine. they nodded fervently, their eyes never leaving the spot where the blade had just been. after apologizing some more, they quickly left to go get your food, not wanting to anger him even more. 

her words didn’t bother you, and if they did you could’ve easily handled it, but the sight of your usually level-headed boyfriend threatening someone’s life for your sake was pretty hot. you couldn’t help but tease him about it, loving the way his ears redden in response.

Trafalgar Law

law doesn’t eat out much, nothing against it he just hates rowdy places, the extroverted personality of his crew was enough for him to deal with. however, after getting together with you, he found himself at a lot of different restaurants watching you gush over a new dish, excited to recreate them back on the submarine. he usually kept quiet while you ordered, trusting your judgment on whatever you picked for him. 

food was one of the few outlets that allowed you to express yourself without words. due to your speech impediment, you tended to avoid talking to anyone you weren’t close with, as it was something you were insecure about. but, when it came to food, you could ramble all day regardless of how many times you stuttered. and it helps that all of the restaurants you've been to had servers who were patient and kind, giving you the time to order without judgment. 

when visiting a new place law would always ask if you wanted him to order instead, usually after assessing the environment of the restaurant or, in this case, the server's attitude. one he picked up on as they gave their introduction still, you insisted on being the one to order. things were going fine with you ordering as you normally would, before becoming aware of the growing look of disinterest and impatience on the server's face. this made you feel like you were taking too much of their time, causing you to speed up, rushing through your words. something you instantly regretted after coming across a word you weren’t familiar with, butchering it along with your stutter.

noticing the sudden shift in your mood, law takes your hand, drawing small circles on your palm as a way to calm you down. but the warmness from his hands was overshadowed by the muffed chuckle from your server. you weren't sure if they were laughing at your pronunciation or at your stutter either way, you were too embarrassed to say anything else. 

“what's so funny?” he asked, a noticeable edge in his voice. the server, however, failed to detect it.

“my apologies,” they said insincerely, mockery evident in their eyes. “what was it that you wanted again?”

you didn't bother answering instead, turning to your boyfriend, hoping he’d take over. unprepared for the sight of the server’s heart clutched in his hands. 

coming face to face with their heart made them realize the gravity of the situation that they were in, but before they could plead for their life, law squeezed tightly around their heart, silencing them with the pain. 

“get us a different server,” he demanded, watching them frantically search for the nearest coworker with a gaping hole in their chest drawing the attention of the nearby patrons. after arriving with their replacement, they began apologizing for their actions, hoping that law would spare them. 

as if he'd spared them after disrespecting you like that. so in front of the new server and all of the patrons watching law, pierced his sword right through their heart, killing them on the spot. the atmosphere in the restaurant completely chilled as everyone was shocked at the lifeless body on the ground while you and law remained unfazed.

“go on baby tell her what you wanted” and that's exactly what you did telling the new waitress who patiently waited for your next words about what you and law would be having that evening.

Sir. Crocodile

despite him being the leader of a wanted criminal group with a bounty of over one billion berries on his head, crocodile always finds the time to spoil you even when he isn't home. you'd wake up to mountains of gifts or a surprise solo trip to one of the summer islands. while being with him, you never had to ask or even lift a finger crocodile's always a step ahead, catering to your every need. 

as someone so used to being independent, dating someone like crocodile made you feel so fragile and princess-like. despite your initial barriers, you loved depending on him for simple things you could easily do on your own. like holding doors, planning dates, tying your shoes/putting on your heels, and choosing your meals. it’s been two years, and you’ve stopped reaching for doors and picking what to eat, always letting him do it. 

but what you loved the most was being able to spend quality time with him, something you couldn't do often due to his hectic "job." sometimes you'd go months without seeing him, so whenever you guys had that downtime, you cherished it.

he had just returned home after being away for a month, establishing a base in the south blue, and while he doesn't think it's something worth celebrating he knows you do. so, he made dinner reservations at one of the fanciest restaurants on the winter island. it was a pretty restaurant with an even prettier view, but despite the warm atmosphere you couldn't help but be bothered by the server's attitude.

while crocodile ordered you noticed the server's lust-filled gaze as they looked at him, but what bothered you wasn't her looking at him (you knew your man was fine) it was how she purposefully ignored your presence while doing so. for the sake of keeping peace, you don't call her out, planning to vent about it to him later.

after the server left crocodile got a call from mihawk and you figured it was urgent since mihawk never calls unless it was.

“i’ll be right back baby, just need to take this,” he said placing a small kiss on your forehead before leaving to take his call.

not long after, the server returns with your drinks with the same flirty smile that immediately drops the moment they noticed he was gone. 

“the sex must be real good if he’s willing to take someone like you here,” they mumbled disgust evident in their voice as they sized you up.

“and what? you think he’d bring someone like you here instead?” you asked. your tone and expression filled with mockery as you returned their heated gaze. it was clear they had expected their words to have a greater effect on your confidence not expecting you to have a sharp tongue.

“don’t get so cocky, i’m sure you're not the only one he’s seeing,” they said with a sneer, their voice rising slightly above the murmur of the restaurant unaware of the looming figure behind them.

while making his way back to your table crocodile had managed to catch the last bit of their words. he didn’t know what they were talking about or who started the argument and honestly he didn’t care. they had disrespected you and to him that good enough reason to kill them. without bothering to make his presence known, he snaps their neck earning a chorus of gasps from the horrified patrons as they watched the servers body drop dead on the floor. his expression unchanged, as he wordlessly looks around looking for the nearest worker, requesting a different table with a new server.

the manager rushes over, sweat beading on his forehead as he frantically apologize for the disturbance the dead server had caused. crocodile calmly hands him a wad of cash, enough to cover the meals of the entire restaurant for the night. "make it right," he instructed, his voice as smooth as the whiskey in his glass.

the man nodded fervently, snapping at his staff to clean up and move them to a different section. the murmurs grew louder as people whispered about what they had just witnessed. but crocodile's eyes remained on you, his hand reaching out to take yours. "you okay?" he asked his grip firm and reassuring.

“oh please,” you said rolling your eyes at his unnecessary worry. “as if her words could bother me. i know you’re all mine,” you said taking a sip from your wine and watching as his eyes narrowed slightly in amusement.

“damn right, i am,” his voice was a low growl sending a shiver down your spine, not one of fear but of excitement.

One Piece Masterlist

having an idea is so much more fun then actually writing down that idea T~T plus i had no time to write these past couple of days due to school. (neuroscience has been kicking my ass).

also i hope i did the reader traits justice or at least done them properly (if not let me know so I can tweak it!)

anyways i hope you guys enjoyed this !! (wrote mini version for the usual people but i ran out of ideas so theres no part 2 :p)

and for those that sent requests i see you and i promise will get to them when i have time 😭😭

[p3achfilm]

₊ ⊹ 𝓬𝔀: nsfw. cowboy!eren, smut with a plot, lil fluff, explicit language, creaming, overstimulation, multiple creampies, kissing, lil bit of angst, oral [f], pet names, barn sex, fingering, cum-eating, teasing, edging, marking ₊ ⊹ slightly edited, needed this out of my drafts so enjoy :,)

𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽: 9k

₊ ⊹𝓡𝓘𝓓𝓘𝓝₊ ⊹

"so, you’re going to butt-fuck nowhere? have you not seen get out?”

the girl with brown skin sat opposite you on a cream- colored bean bag , her disbelief evident. with her arms crossed and wide eyes glued to you, she observed as you crammed another shirt into the pink duffel bag. you had just dropped the bomb that you were heading out of town for a month to cover a story on sustainable farming in the midwest. when ronnie, your supervisor, first tasked you with this assignment, you felt uncertain about embarking on the journey alone, particularly in rural areas.but there was something about it that sparked your interest, the thrill of new adventures and the unknown calling to your inner explorer.

your best friend, kiara, seemed to have different feelings, however.

“you’re actually hella dramatic, kiki.” you playfully roll your eyes.

"or i’m realistic?”

“i think you meant delusional.”

“so, let me get this straight," she starts up. ronnie said he wanted someone to write a story about farming, and you're the only one that volunteered?" she folds her arms across her chest. "not really. a few people from the tech and food sections are going. i think they were hoping for a bigger piece, i’ll be doing my own thing though." you explain, grabbing your macbook and stuffing it into the already overfilled bag. "this is my chance to finally do something that's not writing about the latest iphone, or who the top chef is this season."

"what about the wedding?" kiara asks, her eyebrows furrowed. "i told you that i'd be back by then." you look at her apologetically. "i know you're upset. i'm sorry” she cuts you off, "i'm not upset." she dismisses, shaking her head. "i get it. this is your career, and i'm not going to stand in the way of that."

"thanks ki." you plop down on the bean bag beside her, resting your head on her shoulder. "just don't fall in love with some farmer, okay?" she warns, and you chuckle at her suggestion.

"you know i'm too career-driven for that."

kiara gives a small laugh, resting her cheek against your hair. “well, at least call me and let me know when you get there. you know i worry about you," she says.

"i will, go spend time with hubby! i know he’ll be thrilled when he finds out i won’t be here for the next couple of weeks. you two can have all the loud sex you want—" you're cut off as a pillow slices through the air and smacks you, kiara giggling. "enough, you! " she says, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

"hurry up before you’re late."

“fine, fine!” you puff dramatically standing to your feet.

the drive to the small town where you'll be staying is serene, fields of green stretching out on either side of the road. when you finally arrive, the town looks quaint and welcoming, a stark contrast to the bustling city you left behind. you check into a charming bed-and-breakfast, the kind owner showing you to your cozy room. the bed looks inviting, but you’re too wired to sleep just yet. deciding to explore a bit, you wander the quiet streets until you find a small bar. “the drunken duck.” the neon sign flickers, casting a warm glow.

eren yeager had always considered himself a gentleman. no doubt he was the town’s sweetheart, known for always lending a hand whether it be fetching a kitten out of a tree, or helping an old lady across the road, eren was always there. his reputation for kindness and chivalry preceded him, making him a beloved figure in the small community.

every morning, he would stop by the local bakery to pick up fresh bread for the elderly couple next door. the baker, an older woman with a warm smile, always had his order ready, knowing he would be there without fail. “thank you, eren,” she would say, her eyes crinkling at the corners. “you’re a blessing to this town.” he would simply nod, his own smile modest, and continue on his way, the bread tucked under his arm.

eren’s charm extended beyond his actions. his appearance was nothing short of striking. standing at an impressive six foot four, skin littered in tattoos, he towered over most, yet his presence was never intimidating. instead, it was comforting, like a gentle giant. his hair, dark and silky, cut into a wavy mullet often pulled back,giving him a slightly tousled, boyish look that only added to his appeal. his eyes, deep and expressive, held a kindness that drew people in. and then there was his smile – that lopsided grin that seemed to light up his entire face. it was a smile that could disarm even the most hardened of hearts.

his voice, too, was something to be admired. he spoke with a charming accent, a soft lilt that made every word sound like a melody. when he spoke, people listened, not just because of what he said, but because of how he said it. his words were always thoughtful, always considerate, and always delivered with that signature smile.

eren typically wrapped up a long day at the farm around this time, but since it was saturday, he decided to shake things up a bit and hit the town for a drink or two. he hardly ever treated himself like this, always busy lending a hand in town or tackling farm chores. so there he was, rocking his favorite checkered flannel, some denim jeans, and his trusty boots. “want another shot, boss?” the bartender asks. he knows he probably shouldn’t, especially with a hangover looming for tomorrow, but he just shrugs it off. “sure, why not? i’ll do whiskey neat this time.”

the wooden door swings open making him glance back. as you step in it's tough not to let his gaze wander over your shapely figure—those denim shorts held up by a leather belt fit you perfectly. they hug your curves, showcasing your brown legs and leaving just enough to the imagination. the white tank top clings to you, and the shift from the cool air makes your nipples press against the delicate material. there’s a leather bag hanging off your shoulder and he wonders what’s inside.

you slide into the seat next to him, and he can't help but notice how much prettier you are up close. your dark wavy hair dances just above your backside, framing your face with a natural grace. a touch of dewy makeup brings out your features. your full cupid's bow lips are set in a natural frown, and he finds himself mesmerized by the way your long, delicate lashes flutter over your lovely brown eyes. you remind him of one of those perfect dolls his ma used to collect—just stunning. even though the atmosphere is heavy with despair, he still catches a hint of your sweet scent. mango.

he quickly glances away when he realizes he’s been staring for too long, not wanting to come off as creepy. he takes a sip of his whiskey, feeling that pleasant burn as it goes down. then, he turns back to you. you look so different from everyone else around.

“city girl huh?”

you pause for a second, finally understanding that he’s addressing you. you let out a playful scoff. “damn really? i didn’t think it was that obvious,” you say, turning to look at him. the guy in front of you is a tough-looking man, his muscles slightly tensing beneath his faded flannel shirt. his hands are rough, clearly shaped by a life of hard labor on the farm. you can’t help but appreciate his rugged appearance and the warmth in his gaze. even though you feel a pull towards him, you keep your cool, trying to mirror his laid-back demeanor.

"how'd you know?"

"well, for starters, you’re pretty. secondly, you’re too damn pretty.”

“thanks. . . i guess.” you laugh, a sweet little giggle that makes his heart do a flip. you were definitely not supposed to be here, but something drew him to you. and maybe he was feeling a little lonely and desperate. but there was something about the way your eyes sparkled when you looked at him. you were a breath of fresh air in this quiet little place.

“what brings someone like you to a spot like this? i mean, i bet a city girl like you has way cooler stuff on her agenda.

you let out a tiny sigh.

"i'm a journalist. i'm here to write about sustainable farming in the midwest."

eren clicks his tongue, "alright then. you've found your guy." you check him out from head to toe, and he struggles to stifle a grin.

“really? why’s that?”

"my family has been cultivating this land for many generations. we're one of the few farms in the area that avoids pesticides and fertilizers, which is why our crops are better than just about any other farmers is this town.”

you lean back, crossing your arms, a skeptical expression on your face.

"is that right?"

he nods, "i’m actually attending the farmers market tomorrow. you can check out my crops, get whatever behind the scenes stuff ya need."

looks like you’d have your story started sooner than expected.

“that would be amazing!” he finds it cute how your eyes sparkle. you’re instantly digging into the bag you’d brought, pulling out a clearly used notepad and jotting down notes. “i’ll let you do your story on my family’s farm under one condition,” he says. you raise your eyebrow at the man, whose name you don’t even know. “and what’s this…condition…” you trail off.

he immediately picks up, “eren yeager.” he sticks his hand out and you reluctantly take it. “₊˚⊹♡…” you introduce yourself. god, even your name is pretty, he thinks. "well, ₊˚⊹♡, you gotta dance with me." he smiles cheekily, a charming dimple appearing. you shake your head, laughing at how bold he was. his tanned skin glows under the dim lights, and the tattoos peeking from under his sleeves hint at stories untold. he didn’t know if it was the alcohol, or the fact that he hadn’t seen a pretty face like yours in a while, but he was itching to get closer to you. he wanted to know more about you, see how that pretty little journalist brain worked.

“buy a girl a drink first, jeez.” you tease. eren laughs, a sound you could get used to. “gotcha, darlin’. what ya feeling?” his green eyes lock onto yours with an intensity that makes your heart skip a beat. god, this man is so handsome.

you glance at the bar, considering your options. “how about a whiskey sour?” you suggest, a mischievous glint in your eyes. eren nods, clearly impressed by your choice. “coming right up,” he says, making his way to hunt down the absent bartender. as you wait, you take in the surroundings. the bar is rustic, with wooden beams and vintage decor that give it a cozy, welcoming feel. the jukebox in the corner is playing an old country tune, and the soft hum of conversation fills the air.

eren returns with two whiskey sours, handing one to you. “to new beginnings,” he toasts, raising his glass. you clink your glass against his, the sound ringing out like a promise. the whiskey is smooth, with just the right amount of tartness from the lemon. “so, tell me more about this farm,” you say, leaning in closer. eren’s eyes light up as he begins to talk, his passion for his family’s land evident in every word. you listen intently, already imagining how you’ll weave his story into your article.

he takes a sip of his drink, his eyes never leaving yours. "—been in my family for generations. my grandparents started it, been passed down ever since. we grow all sorts of crops—corn, soybeans, you name it. and we’ve got a bunch of animals too. cows, chickens, horses. it’s a lot of work, but it’s worth it."

you nod, taking notes as he speaks. the passion in his voice is contagious, and you can see why he’s so proud of his heritage. “it sounds like a dream,” you say, genuinely intrigued. “what’s your favorite part about it?” eren thinks for a moment, a soft smile playing on his lips. “honestly? the sunsets. there’s nothing like watching the sun go down over the fields. it’s peaceful, you know? makes all the hard work worth it.” his eyes soften as he talks about the sunsets, and you can see a different side of him—a softer, more reflective side.

you jot down his words, already picturing the vivid descriptions you’ll include in your article. “i’d love to see it sometime,” you say, almost without thinking. eren’s smile widens, a hint of excitement in his eyes. “i’d love to show you. how about tomorrow evening? you can see the farm catch one of those sunsets.”

“uh, i’ll have to check my schedule.” you say absentmindedly, not noticing the way eren’s shoulders fall. “so that dance?” he reminds, a unfamiliar glint in his eyes. you laugh, tucking away your notepad. “don’t go complainin’ when i step on your toes.” he ignores your statement and takes your hand in his, you instantly notice how his grip is firm yet tender. leading you to the dance floor, he places one hand on your waist, the other still holding your hand. the music wraps around you both, a slow and steady rhythm that guides your movements.

eren gently directs you with the music, his steps smooth and assured. despite his size, he moves with a surprising grace, making it easy for you to follow his lead. you can feel the warmth of his touch through your clothes, a comforting presence that makes you feel safe.

as you move, you catch the scent of his cologne—an intoxicating blend of cedarwood and fresh pine. it’s a scent that makes your heart flutter and your knees feel weak. he looks down at you, his eyes filled with a gentle curiosity. "you’re a natural. " he says softly, his breath warm against your ear. you smile up at him, feeling a blush creep up your neck. "i have a good partner," you reply, your voice barely above a whisper. he chuckles, the sound rich and comforting.

"i’m glad you think so . . . so why here? this town i mean. why pick your story here?" he suddenly asks. it was true there were plenty of other small towns you could've picked but this one was almost nonexistent on a map. this was the perfect place to cover a story. "well for one i heard the soil is pretty damn good here, and of course the farmers market. i hear it blossoms around this time of year." you hum, eren nods. he could dance and listen to you talk all night, he wishes he could. "so you say you're from the city? how was that growing up?" he asks, you try to ignore the flutter in your stomach as he traces various shapes onto your back with his thumbs.

you take a moment to answer the question, unsure of what to say.

you didn't have a bad life per say, you had loving parents and a roof over your head. you didn't grow up with much money, or nice things, but you didn't grow up in poverty either. well that was before your parents split up and your father left. your mom did her best, and you knew that. but it was hard being the daughter of a single parent. and when you were only fourteen years old, your mom decided to go off to find herself and left you in the care of your father.

he in turn dumped you off at a group home and didn't even look back. you haven't seen him since. so you stayed there, in that house full of strangers, until you turned eighteen and was able to live on your own. you never saw your mother again either, part of you was glad. you found comfort in writing, comfort in writing about other people’s lives that wasn’t your own sad one. that's when you decided to become a journalist.

you turn and meet his eyes. you could see the curiosity in them. "it wasn't bad. i was an only child so my mom always had me on her hip. she taught me everything i know about being a woman, and then she left me." you state, eren's eyes widened at the last part.

"oh i'm sorry, i didn't mean to-"

"it's fine" you cut him off, "she went out and did what she had to do, and when i was old enough i did the same thing. it's fine" you repeat. you didn't have time to dwell on the past. you couldn't, it was too painful. you were okay now, and that's all that matters.

"but it wasn't all bad" you quickly add, not wanting him to feel bad. you could tell eren felt sympathy for you, and you didn't need that. "i made friends, i went to school and i graduated with honors. i got into college and i was happy."

"what about your dad?" he asks, and you shrug, arms still draped around his shoulders. "i haven't seen him in years. he left when i was a kid and i haven't spoken to him since. i'm not angry or anything, i don't need him"

eren frowns.

"i'm sorry that happened to you" he says, and you nod. "don't be. it's all in the past"

eren nods, and silence falls between the two of you. he wants to say something, but he's not sure what. he's still curious, and wants to know more about you. he wants to ask you more questions, but he doesn't want to push. he's never met anyone like you before. "what about you country boy, you lived here all your life?" he smiles at country boy, the way you mock his accent is cute.

"born and raised," he states proudly and you raise an eyebrow.

"really? never wanted to leave, go and explore?"

“when i was younger.”

"well, what happened?" you pry.

"it's not that interesting, really."

you frown, "i want to know. please?" he can’t resist that pout.

"okay, okay," he says, and you smile.

eren clears his throat, and his cheeks flush slightly. "i've always been a dreamer, i've always wanted to do something different, be someone different. when i was a kid, i used to run away from home a lot, and i would just roam the town for hours. it was kind of embarrassing, but i was a weird kid. but anyways, my parents kinda always nailed it into my head that i had to stay here, keep the family business going. so i just kinda pushed what i wanted to the side. don’t get me wrong, i love what i do. . . it’s just sometimes i wish i followed my heart.”

"well," you start, "this is your life. not theirs. if you want to leave, you should. you shouldn’t spend your whole life living in your parents' shadow."

eren smiles slightly, "you make everything sound easy. city girl."

"i have a name, ya know."

"i know, but i like city girl better."

"shut up," you say, playfully rolling your eyes.

"yes ma’am."

as the evening unfolded, you and eren settled into a snug spot at the bar, sipping on your drinks while the music played softly in the background. the dim lighting cast a warm glow over the room, making it feel cozy and intimate. your conversation flowed effortlessly, covering a range of topics and filled with laughter as you both shared stories. you talked about your childhood dreams, favorite books, and the places you wanted to visit. time seemed to fly by, and soon enough, the bar announced its closing.

eren insisted on accompanying you back to your hotel, even though it was just a short ten-minute stroll. the night air was cool and refreshing, and you walked side by side, occasionally brushing against each other. you exchanged numbers, promising to meet again the next day. as you entered your hotel, you turned back to see eren giving you a warm smile and a gentle wave before turning to leave. you couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement for tomorrow.

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it was just your luck you’d be running late. eren had told you eleven am, yet that was the time you peeled your tired eyes open. fuck, you should've laid off the drinks last night. blindly, you search the crumbled sheets for your phone. two missed calls, one from kiara and one from him. immediately you're redialing eren, sitting up you run a hand down your face. "hey-yeah, i know, sorry i'm late. i'm on the way!" you rush out, throwing your bare legs off the bed. eren doesn't seem mad, he actually seems to be in a good mood, his tone chipper as he says "see you soon"

you shower in a hurry, shaving your legs, soaping your body, and running your fingers through your hair. in the mirror, you look like you could use a few more hours of sleep. your hair is a wild mess and you don't look as awake as you would like. there is no time to put makeup on, so you skip it, opting to brush your teeth before throwing a dress on. you have a quick bite of fruit and a cup of coffee, then you’re rushing around, gathering all of the things you need. as you scramble to find your sandals, you remember the conversation from last night and smile. despite the rush, there's a flutter of excitement in your chest. you grab your bag, double-checking for your phone and keys, and dash out the door.

eren is perched near the farmers market sign when you pull into the bustling field. he’s leaning back, one leg propped up on his truck bumper, arms crossed over his broad chest. on top of his head sits a cowboy hat, his hair is loose today, the dark brown waves blowing in the warm wind. you can't help but appreciate the way his blue jeans hug his muscled thighs. it's casual, but somehow still makes him look so damn good. he has on a black tee, the material tight across his torso, hugging his inked biceps.

"hey sleeping beauty." he says, a smirk tugging at his full lips.

"hey, sorry again, my alarm never went off." you say, looking at him apologetically. he shrugs. "it's fine,i'm just glad you're here. i was starting to think you were standing me up."

your brows shoot up at the words. "you get stood up?”

“happens to the best of us.” he hums, pulling out a toothpick and sticking it into his mouth. you eye him, not saying anything. just thinking about how this fine ass man gets stood up.

“let’s go. we open in fifteen minutes.”

you look so pretty to him, today you’re not wearing any makeup. and somehow you look even better without it, your hair swishes through the wind, framing your soft face as you walk. you’re wearing a sundress that clings to your body like a second skin, he can’t let his mind wander to hiking your dress up and fucking you on his truck. he shakes his head, trying to dismiss the thoughts but fails miserably, his cock hardening uncomfortably against his denim jeans.

the market is set up in a large, green field. there are rows and rows of different vendors. fresh fruits and vegetables, homemade breads, flowers, jams, candles, even fresh meat. you love the energy here, and it's not hard to spot the people who come every week. they greet the vendors, asking about their families.

eren seems to have a lot of customers. you watch him as he bags multiple sweet-smelling fruits and jars of homemade jam. he seems to connect with everyone; he’s definitely a crush around his town. women so blatantly flirting with him, high schoolers blushing. you couldn’t blame them. quietly, you snapped photos as you stood off to the side of his stand. he even lets you taste a few things.

you savor the sweetness of a ripe strawberry, the tang of homemade jam lingering on your tongue. "this is amazing," you say, smiling up at him. he grins, a twinkle in his eye. “glad you like it," he replies, handing you another sample.

as the morning sun rises higher, casting a warm glow over the market, you feel a sense of contentment. this town, with its hidden charm and welcoming people, feels like the perfect backdrop for your story.eren's interactions with the townspeople are heartwarming. he knows everyone's name and asks about their lives with genuine interest. "how's your mother doing, mrs. thompson?" he asks a regular customer, handing her a bag of apples. she smiles, her eyes crinkling at the corners.

"she's doing much better, thanks to you and your delicious fruit, eren," she replies, patting his arm affectionately. a group of children run up to his stand, their faces lighting up when they see him. "eren! do you have any more of those sweet peaches?" one of the kids asks eagerly. “of course, just for you guys," eren says, ruffling the boy's sandy red hair before handing him a peach. the children giggle and thank him, running off to enjoy their treat.

you watch as he continues to engage with everyone, his laughter and easygoing nature drawing people in. it's clear that eren is not just a vendor; he's a beloved part of this community. and as you capture these moments through your camera lens, you can't help but feel a growing admiration for him.

as the sun starts to set, the crowd dwindles, and the market comes to a close. eren is packing up his stand, putting away the last of the fruits and vegetables. he catches your eye, flashing you a smile. "you hungry city girl? we could grab a bite to eat. i know a place not too far from here.” he suggests.you hesitate, looking down at your camera, work could wait.

"sure," you say. "i could eat."

you walk to the center of the market where the food stands are. you smell the fried food before you see it, your stomach growling. you haven't had anything but fruit all day. eren smiles and places a hand on the small of your back. "hope you ain’t vegetarian pretty." he says. you both order burgers and fries at this cute little burger stand. you sit on a bench and dig in, your stomach happy. the food is simple but delicious, and you find yourself enjoying the company of eren more than you expected. he's funny and charming, and as the sky darkens and the market clears out, he stays by your side.

the stars begin to twinkle in the night sky, and eren takes your hand. "walk with me, wanna showing you somethin" he says. his hands are warm and calloused. you nod, letting him lead you away and into the quiet darkness of the night. you walk together through the streets, the only sound the distant chirping of crickets. as you pass by an old farmhouse, you see a horse grazing peacefully in the moonlight. the sight is enchanting, and you stop to take a picture. eren leans in close, his breath tickling your ear. "beautiful," he murmurs.

you turn to face him, the moon casting a soft glow over his features. his green eyes sparkle with something you can't quite place. he reaches out, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. your breath hitches, and you find yourself leaning in, drawn to him. his lips meet yours in a gentle kiss, his arms wrapping around you. the kiss is sweet and tender, and you feel a flutter in your chest.

you spend the next few weeks getting to know eren and his charming small town. you go on long walks and late-night drives, sharing stories and secrets. he teaches you about the plants and animals native to the area, and you teach him about photography and writing. he takes you on picnics in the woods, stargazing on the rooftop of his barn, and late-night swims in the lake. each time is more magical than the last, and you can't help but fall harder for him.

his love for his hometown is evident in everything he does. from helping out the elderly to teaching local children how to garden, he is a beacon of hope and inspiration for the people around him. you capture it all on camera, the beauty of his home and the beauty of him.

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the crunch of gravel under your boots echoes through the warm summer air as you make your way up the driveway. the first time you’d seen eren’s home, all you could do was gasp. it was like something from a movie, something you’d never see in the bustling city. the house had a classic wrap-around porch, inviting you to explore every angle of its beauty. a charming swing hung from the porch, gently swaying in the breeze, beckoning you to sit and take in the serene surroundings.

the farmhouse itself was a picturesque sight, with whitewashed walls and dark wooden shutters that added a touch of rustic elegance. large windows let the sunlight pour in, illuminating the cozy, inviting interior. inside, the rooms were filled with warm, comfortable furnishings, each piece telling a story of family and love.

surrounding the house, trees were in full bloom, their branches heavy with ripe, luscious fruit. the air was filled with the sweet scent of apples and peaches, mingling with the fragrance of wildflowers that dotted the landscape.

the sun casts a golden hue, making everything seem almost magical. you’d finally finished your story and were eager to show eren. you spot him in the distance, tending to the horses, his silhouette strong and comforting. with a mischievous grin, you sneak up behind the tall man. “boo!” you yell, wrapping your arms around his solid frame. he chuckles, the sound rich and warm, turning around to face you.

“hi beautiful,” he hums, pressing a gentle kiss against your temple, his breath tickling your skin.

“hi you,” you sigh, letting yourself melt into his embrace for a moment, savoring the way he feels against you.

“what’s this?” he quirks an eyebrow at the folder in your hand, curiosity glinting in his eyes.

“my story, i finished up last night.” you pull back just enough to see his reaction. his expression shifts, a hint of sadness crossing his face as he realizes what this means. you’ve both known this day would come, but the reality of it is bittersweet. he’d enjoyed these last few weeks with you more than he’d like to admit. his eyes flicker from your face to the folder and back again, as if trying to memorize every detail.

god, he could get drunk off of you. today you’re wearing a black v-neck that hugs your curves, bell-bottom denim jeans adorned with a dark brown leather belt, and brown boots that click softly against the gravel. your hair is pulled into a high ponytail, but a few unruly strands have escaped, framing your face in a way that makes you look effortlessly beautiful.

reluctantly, he takes the folder from your hands. you watch him intently as he reads, not even realizing you’re holding your breath until he finishes the last page and looks up at you. “so, thoughts?” you ask, your voice tinged with nervousness as you anxiously cross your arms, awaiting his response.

eren inhales deeply, his gaze softening as he meets your eyes. "it's stunnin, it’s perfect.” he whispers, his voice brimming with sincere admiration. a smile spreads across your face, a wave of relief and pride washing over you. "that really means a lot coming from you." he steps a little closer, his fingers gently tucking a stray hair behind your ear. "i’m really gon’ to miss you," he confesses, his voice barely audible. "these last few weeks have been... amazin,” your heart feels heavy at his words, aware that your time together is drawing to a close. "i’ll miss you too, eren. more than you can imagine."

his lips curl into a smirk as he reaches down and grabs your waist, pulling you close to him once again. his green eyes are ablaze with passion and desire.the folder falls to the ground, forgotten, as eren cups your face in his hands. he looks down at you, his eyes drinking in every inch of you.

he closes the gap, his lips meeting yours in a tender kiss. it was unlike any other he had given you before. it was passionate and sweet, but held a sense of longing. a promise of more. you feel his hands move from your cheeks to wrap around your waist, pulling you closer, pressing his body against yours. your hands find their way to the back of his head, fingers tangling in his hair. you feel his tongue sweep over your bottom lip, and you let out a quiet moan, the sound setting something off inside him.

the kiss becomes more intense, his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth, the taste of you intoxicating him. his hands begin roaming up and down your sides, leaving trails of fire on your skin.you gasp against his lips as his hand moves under your shirt and finds your breast. he moans into the kiss, his fingers brushing against your hardening nipple. your mind is fuzzy, thoughts incoherent as you cling to him, lost in the pleasure.

you can feel him growing harder beneath his jeans, his erection pressing against your leg. he breaks the kiss, his eyes hooded and filled with lust as he looks down at you, panting, lips swollen and red.

the way his eyes burn into yours sends a wave of arousal straight to your core. you can feel yourself getting wetter, aching for his touch. you grind against his thigh, desperate for friction. he lifts you up, and you instinctively wrap your legs around his waist.

he carries you towards the barn, kicking the door shut behind him. the smell of hay surrounds you as he gently pushes you, guiding you backward until the backs of your legs hit a haystack. you sank into the soft hay, the prickly texture contrasting with the smooth fabric of your pants. eren looms above you, eyes dark, his desire evident in the bulge straining against the denim. you lay there, breathing heavily, chest rising and falling with each inhale and exhale, your skin flushed. your shirt is pulled up slightly, exposing your pierced navel, and your hair is mussed, wild and untamed. you look like a goddess. he wants to worship every inch of you.

your hands reach out, desperate to pull him close. your fingers hook into the hem of his shirt, tugging it over his head. your eyes widen at the sight of his sculpted abs and broad shoulders. you run your hands over his toned chest, taking in the smooth planes and hard inked muscle. eren climbs on top of you, the weight of him pressing you deeper into the hay. he leans forward, his breath hot against your ear, and whispers, "tell me what you want, beautiful." his tone makes you whimper. "i-i want you to touch me," you breathe.

"good girl." his voice is husky and full of promise as his hand begins tracing patterns on your pudgy stomach, slowly working its way up your shirt. he pauses when he reaches the underside of your breast, his thumb ghosting over your stiff nipple. you moan, arching your back, craving his touch. his eyes darken further as he takes in the sight. he wastes no time, lowering himself to capture a nipple between his lips, sucking and teasing it with his tongue. you’re practically drooling as you push your chest into his mouth, encouraging his attentions. his hands roam over your thighs, his touch sending sparks of pleasure through you. his mouth finds yours, swallowing your whimpers as his fingers work their way over your body.

he breaks the kiss, trailing wet sloppy pecks along your jawline, down the side of your neck. he nips at the skin just below your ear, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. "fuck, eren..."

"that's it, baby, let me hear you," he husks, his voice dripping with desire. your hips buck, seeking friction. your clit throbs painfully, and you know if he keeps this up, you'll come undone with nothing but his fingers. he slides his hand down your body, fingers hooking into the waistband of your jeans. he unbuttons them and pulls them off in one swift motion, tossing them to the side. he takes a moment to appreciate the view. you lay there, exposed and trembling with desire. his gaze lingers on your pussy, soaked and glistening, ready for him.

you spread your legs, giving him further access. his beefy fingers trail up the inside of your thigh, teasingly slow. he slips two fingers inside you, and a jolt of pleasure shoots through you. "ah, fuck!" you cry, throwing your head back as he curls his fingers. "that's it, princess. let me make you feel good," he groans, pumping his fingers in and out, setting a steady rhythm. your eyes roll back as his thumb rubs circles on your clit, sending waves of pleasure washing over you. your nails dig into his shoulders, clinging to him for dear life. “feels so good,” you shakily breathe out, your walls tightening around his fingers. he picks up the pace, his thumb rubbing your clit faster, calloused thumb padding the sensitive bud with more pressure.

"you're gonna cum all over my fingers, and then i'm gonna fuck you, sweetheart. do you understand?" he breathes, his voice laced with lust.

"y-yes!" you whimper, grinding your hips against his hand, chasing the release that's just out of reach. his eyes roam your face, taking in every detail, wanting to remember this moment. you're a mess, cheeks flushed, lips parted as you pant. your eyelids flutter, threatening to close. "keep your eyes open, princess. w’na see you when you cum," he murmurs, his voice low and commanding.you struggle to obey, the pleasure overwhelming. you're right on the edge. he slips a third finger inside you, stretching you. the sensation is too fucking much. “mhm, taking all of me like a big girl.” his free hand grips the back of your neck, forcing you to maintain eye contact as he whispers, "eyes open."

your fingers grip the rough hay underneath you, snapping the straw. you wanna scream as he slows down,green eyes watching his digits slide in and out of you slowly, followed by a soft squelch each time ."please... please, eren..." you beg. you're so close, the tension in your body wound tight. he grins wickedly, loving the power he has over you.

"you wanna cum, baby? you gotta ask nicely," he teases."fuck, please, let me cum eren. i'm so close," you moan, unable to take it any longer. “city girl pretty when she’s all fucked out.” he grins, leaning down, cupping your soft thick thighs before attaching his mouth to your shivering pussy. you cry out as his tongue finds your clit, free hand now thrusting into you. you grip the hay tighter, trying to ground yourself. you're so close it’s painful. “god.” you groan, one hand supporting you the other thumbing your sore nipples. you buck your hips desperately over his face, twitching as his nose brushes continuously against your hot clit. a hand keeps you firmly in place, gripping the soft fat on your thigh.

“stop runnin.” his voice is muffled by you, fingers twisting in his hair. the wet sounds of his mouth on you, lapping at your juices and slurping, echo throughout the empty barn. your legs tremble under his hold. it's almost impossible to think about getting away from him. the grip he has on your thighs is tight, but you still manage to squirm against his tongue.

he pulls his face from you and replaces them with his fingers. the thick digits spreading you open. “stop t-teasing,” you whine as he kisses your inner thighs, licking and sucking the sensitive skin. he chuckles darkly, the sound reverberating through your core.

you whimper, tears stinging the corners of your eyes, your body aching for release. he finally takes pity on you, sucking on your clit, the vibration of his moans sending you careening over the edge. “cummin!” you cry out, toes curling, nails digging into the skin of your palms.eren pulls his fingers away your sopping cunt, bringing them to his mouth and licking them clean, the taste of you addicting.

"so fuckin’ good baby," he murmurs.

you look up at him, eyes heavy-lidded and satisfied. you reach out and pull him towards you, crashing your lips against his, tasting yourself on his tongue.he groans into the kiss, his hand grabbing the back of your neck. your hands find their way to the waistband of his jeans, fumbling with the zipper. you manage to unbutton them and slip a hand inside, palming his cock. you can feel him twitch, and a low moan escapes his lips.

"fuck, baby. so hard for you," he pants, his breathing becoming labored ."i need you inside me," you beg, unable to wait any longer. "yeah? you want me to fuck you?" he teases, his voice dripping with lust.you nod, biting your lip. god, you had him wrapped around your pretty little finger. “ask nicely baby."

"i need you," you beg, the desperation clear in your voice.he smiles wickedly, pulling off his jeans and boxers, exposing his massive cock.your eyes widen, your breath catching in your throat.

"it's okay, darlin. i'll take care of you," he reassures, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead before he tugs off his shirt. he lines himself up, rubbing his tip along your wet slit, coating himself in your slick. you whine, bucking your hips. you’re so desperate for him to fill you. he pushes into you slowly, stretching your tight pussy. you gasp as he bottoms out, the feeling of him inside you overwhelming.

"oh my god," you shudder, your hands clutching his back. "fuck, you're so tight," he sighs, his face buried in the crook of your neck.he gives you a moment to adjust before pulling out and slamming back into you, setting a fast and brutal pace.the barn is filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, moans, and the occasional swear. "so fucking good," he grunts, his cock hitting your cervix with each thrust.

"more... “ you hiccup, barely coherent, the pleasure building inside you once again. he complies, fucking you harder into the hay, his grip on your hips tightening. "you like that, baby? you like the way i fuck you?" he grunts, his thrusts never slowing. "yes, fuck, yes! please don't stop," you cry, lost in the feeling. your nails dig into his skin, leaving welts down his back.

eren’s strokes are relentless, each one hitting your sweet spot, sending shockwaves through you. one hand holds your leg firmly, his fingers digging into your soft flesh, leaving marks that would remind you of your passion later. the force of his thrusts making your breasts bounce.

his hands move, wrapping around your waist, pulling you into him. he sits up, pulling your legs up and over his shoulders, and starts slamming his cock deep inside you. he can't stop himself, can't even think about slowing down, you're so hot and tight, and wet and fuck, he just wants to stay like this with you forever. he feels your nails clawing at his arms, hears your voice moaning and whimpering, and it drives him insane. "fuck," he hisses, his thrusts get faster, deeper, harder. he feels the pressure building and knows he can't hold out much longer.

"ah, fuck, eren!" you mewl, the pleasure almost too much. he moves his hand between your bodies and starts sloppily rubbing your clit, desperate to feel you cum again. his hips are moving at a fevered pace, and he's close, so close. he's not sure he can keep going, and he needs you to cum. he leans down and takes your nipple into his mouth and sucks. you can feel him pushing against the sensitive spot deep inside once again, his fingers circling and pinching your clit.

he pulls out, flipping you over and lifting your hips ."i wanna watch my cock slide in and out of you," he muses. you spread your legs, presenting yourself to him. he wastes no time, plunging back into you, his thick cock hitting even deeper at this angle this time.

your arms give out and you fall face first against the hay. eren grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling your head up. "i want to hear you," he demands. you try to form words, but it's impossible. all you can do is moan and whimper. he pulls out almost completely before slamming back into you. "god, you're so fucking tight," he groans. you can feel yourself beginning to unravel. your legs are shaking, and your pussy clenches around his thick shaft.

"you're gonna cum for me, aren't you?”

you nod pathetically, “mhmmm y-yes!”

"cum for me, baby. let me hear how much you love my cock," he groans, his fingers tightening around your hair. his words are your undoing. your orgasm crashes over you for a second time. “fuck!" you cry out, the sound echoing throughout the barn. your pussy clamps down on his cock, earning a soft whine from him.

you’re sore as eren fucks you through your orgasm, whispering sweet nothings into your ear. the way your ass reverberates off his toned stomach has his eyes rolling back, one hand digs into your hip the other swiping his sweaty hair from his eyes. he wants to burn this into his memory, the sight of you coming undone, the smell of sex and the barn, the way your walls hug his dick, it all feels too good.

"so fucking beautiful," he praises, his thrusts becoming erratic. he's close, the pressure in his stomach building.you look over your shoulder, watching him come undone. his mouth is ajar, head dipped back, furrowed eyebrows over closed eyes. ”fill me ren, it’s all yours” you moan. your words send him over the edge.

"shit, baby. i'm gonna cum," he cries , his voice strained. both hands are on your hips now, his hips flushed against yours as he starts digging into you. "oh god, yes!" you cry, the overstimulation causing tears to form in the corners of your eyes. he slams into you a few more times before he cums, burying himself to the hilt, his cock pulsating as he fills you with his seed. "fuck," he puffs, his eyes fluttering open, his chest rising and falling. you feel his warmth spilling inside you, and the sensation brings a wave of pleasure washing over you.

he pulls out and collapses on the hay beside you, eyes closed. he’s surprised when he feels you straddle him, a guttural moan escaping his mouth as you press kisses behind his ear .” can’t get enough hu—“ his words catch in his throat as you grip his taut cock, sliding him over your cream-pied pussy. “shit,” he whimpers. “mmm, looks like i woke him up." you purr, grinding against him.

his eyes roll back, his hands finding their way to your hips once again. "fuck,” he gulps, his voice barely above a whisper.your hand slips between your legs, gathering some of the cum leaking out of you. you bring it up to his mouth, and he sucks it off your fingers. fuck, he’s so hot.

you lean forward, pressing your lips against his. his tongue slides against yours, and you taste the faint sweetness of him mixed with the tanginess of yourself. you break the kiss, looking down at him with a smirk. "you're a mess, city girl," he chuckles.you pout playfully, running a hand through his hair. "mhm, wanna make you cum again," you coo.his eyes darken with lust. "is that a threat or a promise?"

you giggle, grinding against him. "a little bit of both." he smiles, his hands wandering down to your ass, gripping your cheeks and giving them a light squeeze."you're going to be the death of me," he sighs.

"mmm, i can live with that."

“yeah—fuck.” he swears as you finally begin sinking down onto him, hands flat on his chest. he clenches his jaw, his eyes screwing shut as he fights for control. you drop slowly onto his hard length, taking him inch by inch. you gasp as he fills you, stretching and satisfying you. his hands grip your hips, guiding your movements as you begin to ride him.

you set a slow, torturous pace, rising and falling, your head feels heavy and you can’t help but cock it back, reveling in the sensation. eren's eyes are closed, his jaw clenched, as he struggled to hold on.

"faster," he grunts, his voice strained. "ride me harder."

you obliged, quickening your pace, your hips moving in a wild rhythm. the hay crunched beneath you as you rode him with abandon, your breasts bouncing with each thrust. eren's hands hold your waist tighter, helping to lift you as you slammed down onto him.

"that's it," he groans, his voice thick. "feel me, feel how deep i am inside you."

you lean forward, your breasts brushing against his chest, your nipples hardening at the contact. you kissed him hungrily, tongues tangling as you moved together in perfect harmony. you could feel your orgasm building again, whimpering at the feeling of so full again. his thick cock pressing against your sore walls, and it hurts, but the pain is pleasurable.

"s’fucking beautiful," he moans between kisses, his fingers now painfully digging into you. “shittt,” you choke, savoring the feeling of him inside you.his breathing becomes ragged, and he can feel the heat pooling in his stomach. “my god,” he shakily mumbles , hands kneading your breast as you grind your soppy pussy against him.

"you're gonna make me cum!" he warns.

"good,”

he bucks his hips, matching your rhythm.your head falls back once again the pleasure too much. you're so close. he sits up, attaching his lips to the sensitive spot on your neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark.you gasp, your hand wrapping around the back of his neck. you’re bouncing on his throbbing cock now, eren’s face is buried into the crook of your neck, a series of gasps and whines erupting from him. you’re milking him so good it’s got his thighs shaking. it’s been less than a minute yet he’s already twitching inside you, your slick walls urging him to decorate you.

"ughm." he moans, his hands trailing down your back.

"that's it, baby. " you coo, your fingers curling in his damp hair, pulling slightly. "come inside me," you encourage him, voice breathy, and that's it, he loses all control, and the world shatters around him as he cums, his thrusts up into you becoming erratic. he feels the hot rush of his cum spurting inside you, and his body shudders and shakes. your name escaping his lips, over and over.

you lay like that for a long time, holding each other, until you climb off him, his hands trailing lazily over your sweat-soaked body as you lay beside him. you can feel his seed spilling out of you, and the sensation sends a little thrill through you. he strokes your face, brushing a stray lock of hair behind your ear. “you okay? i wasn’t too rough was i?” he frowns, afraid he might’ve hurt you. you laugh, “you weren’t.” you whisper, padding your thumb across his lips.

“m’gna miss your pretty face.” he mutters into your hair, you hum, not sure what to say.the two of you stay like that, curled up together in the hay. the sun begins to set, and the orange light streams through the cracks in the wood. the crickets chirp, wind breezing through. it's peaceful. "we should probably get dressed," you sigh, knowing you have to go start packing.

"just a little longer," he pleads, holding you tighter.

"okay." the two of you lay there, watching the sun set, enjoying the feeling of being in each other's arms. you know the time will come when you have to leave, but for now, you're content. "i don't want this moment to end," he whispers, his fingers ghosting over your arm.

"me neither."

"stay with me.” he offers.

"what do you mean?" you sit up slightly. "stay with me. leave the city life behind. we can be together. i'll take care of you." you contemplate his offer. could you really leave your life behind and start over? you think about your friends, your job, and everything you'd be leaving behind. and you can’t. “i’m sorry eren, but i can’t.” you sigh, heart heavy. "i see." it’s hard to hide the disappointment in his voice. "but i'll visit, i promise." you press a kiss on his cheek, "will you now?" he turns to look at you. "of course. i don't think i could stay away from you, country boy."

a grin breaks across his face,” guess we'll just have to see about that, city girl."

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[kentogetsmewetter]

Pookies Requiem

⋆｡°✩Genre: ony x black reader smut with plot

⋆｡°✩Synopsis: inspired by the song pookies requiem by salorr in which three months after you guys broke up you see ony with a new girl and she looks and moves similarly to you. You feel like he's being disrespectful to you showing her off kissing her in front of you, and it all boils over from there.

⋆｡°✩Contents: oral(fem reciving), fingering, sex(p n v ), overstimulation, pet names, praise, they r lowk toxic, unprotected sex, creampie, multiple orgasams

You haven't seen onyankopon in a little over three months since you guys had your breakup. It was a somewhat mutual breakup. You felt like you had to because you just weren't in the right mental space to be in a relationship at that point, and he felt like he had to, to give you that space to clear your head. He really didn't want to breakup he did it cause he cared for you is what he said but you didn't forget how he would never want to show you off in public dropping your hand when you went into stores never posting you, so you were just done with that whole thing.

So when the first time you see him in three months, you see him sitting across from you with his "girl" on his lap. You were extremely confused and felt disrespected. He sat across from you, leaning back onto the couch, His legs were spread wide, in his right hand, he held a half-burned blunt, the faint curl of smoke rising between his fingers. His other arm was wrapped possessively around her waist, his fingers playing with the hem of her skirt. She leaned into him, her gaze flickering between his face and the room, her lips curving into a soft smile you wanted to rip off her face.

She was pretty, you couldn't lie, her deep brown skin glowing under the dim lighting, Long bohemian braids flowing down her back, reaching all the way to her waist. She wore a snug, cropped baby tee that clung to her figure, revealing just a hint of toned midriff paired with a sleek black mini skirt that hightled her long legs. The fit was completed with knee-high boots that hugged her calves, their glossy finish reflecting the ambient light.

What caught your attention most, though, was her face it was uncanny. Her features eerily mirrored your own, almost as if it was on purpose. The sharp arch of her brows, the perfectly blended makeup that highlighted her almond-shaped eyes, and even the gloss coating her full lips all felt strangely familiar.

Her style, too, seemed like a deliberate copy of your own, she was clearly biting off your look, from the way her braids framed her face to the outfit she had on the way her makeup was styled the face piercings, and even the bleached brows. You've seen this chick before and you know damn well she didn't have this look a year ago. It literally looked like he was wit a mini version of you to cope, you couldn't help but chuckle at the thought.

Your thoughts were interrupted when your homegirl came back having a drink in her hand she placed it on the table in front of you her grin wide. "Girl this better have more juice than alcohol,” you muttered, narrowing your eyes at her. She let out a playful chuckle tilting her head to the pair sitting across from you." please I know you need it."

Onyankopon's hand moved with slowness trailing up and down the curves of her thigh. Their lips were locked in a heated desperate kiss with their bodies leaning into each other. It was the kinda kiss that made them feel as if they were the only two in the room. Her fingers found the way to the back of his neck tracing slow patterns with her long acrylic nails.

You sighed, already regretting whatever concoction she’d handed you. But she wasn’t wrong. Your fingers tightened around the glass as you took a sip. The burn of the liquor hit the back of your throat sharply. "God damn girl, this shit is like straight alcohol." She just chuckled, unbothered. “You’ll thank me later" She sent you a small wink.

You chuckled but you felt disrespected as hell, your anger only growing a small scowl pulled at your lips and your features even though you tried not to show you were upset. Finally, the two of them broke apart, as your gaze drifted back to Onyankopon. You didn't wanna look at him. You really didn’t, but it felt impossible not to.

He sat there, cool and looking unbothered as he slowly brought the blunt to his lips the ember glowed faintly as he took a slow drag, his eyes half-lidded and slightly red as he threw his head back blowing out a cloud of smoke. He looked good too good it only made you angrier. The compression shirt he wore clung to him like a second skin, highlighting the defined muscles of his arms and each curve of his biceps. Around his neck, an icy Cuban chain glinted under the dim lighting, every diamond refracting in the light in tiny flashes that matched the diamond grillz on his teeth when he laughed.

And he was laughing deep and rich, his attention seemingly glued to her. It made you tighten your grip on your drink. But your gaze lingered a second longer than you should've cause like he’d been waiting for you to look. His sharp eyes met yours, his lips curving into a smirk, slow, deliberate, and arrogant. It wasn’t just a smile, it was a challenge he knew what he was doing and to twist the knife just a little deeper, he sent you a small wink while you raised your middle finger to him.

"Yo, chica," Connie’s voice called pulling your attention away from the scene you’d been trying and failing not to fixate on. His tone was light but teasing. "You gon’ stare at 'em all night, or you gon’ actually say something?"Your eyes sharply snapped to Connie's before rolling them with exaggerated annoyance. "Man, shut up," you muttered under your breath, but his smirk only widened.

"Ion got shit to say to his fuck ass," you said louder this time Ony's eyes landing on you. With a small huff you pushed yourself up from the couch, the words and movement just abrupt enough to draw a few more eyes in your direction. "I'm going to the bathroom." Not waiting for his reply you walk away hearing "Alright, chica." but while you are walking away you feel the strong gaze of ony searing into your back while you leave.

The tension between you and Onyankopon was impossible to ignore. It lingered heavy in the air pulling the energy in the room into an uncomfortable stillness. No one wanted to say it out loud, but everyone could feel it the charged energy between you and Onyankopon. This was the first time anyone had been around his new girl, and it was clear no one had expected her to show up. Her presence lowkey threw everything off. She sat close to him, her body angled in a way that claimed him without needing to say a word. She looked relaxed, her smile soft and unfazed, laughing at whatever joke he murmured to her. Onyankopon seemed just as unbothered, leaning back in his seat with the same casual demeanor acting like nothing was wrong.

But the vibe was off. Everyone could feel it, and it was lowkey fucking with the flow of the night. The music playing in the background felt quieter somehow even the usual banter that kept the group lively seemed muted. It was clear the vibe had shifted but neither Onyankopon nor his girl seemed to care.

"Annoying ass nigga," you mumbled under your breath, carefully reapplying your lip liner in the mirror. The soft hum of music playing in the background did little to ease your irritation. You leaned closer, perfecting the sharp edges when a sudden knock at the door made you pause. Assuming it was one of your friends checking in on you, you called out casually, "Come in." Your tone shifted instantly when the door opened to reveal the last person you wanted to see. "Get the fuck out," you snapped.

Instead of doing what the fuck you told him to do he smirked and stepped inside, the low click of the door lock echoing in the small space. "Why I gotta leave, ma?", his voice carrying that familiar, cocky tone that always got under your skin.

You crossed your arms, raising an unimpressed eyebrow. "Where yo lil girlfriend at?" The sourness in your voice was impossible to miss, but he just chuckled, taking slow, deliberate steps toward you." Why you worried about her?" he asked, his tone teasing, A smirk played on his lips as he bit down lightly on his bottom lip while his eyes roamed over you in a way that made your skin heat up.

"Trust me, I ain’t never worried bout ha" you spoke with a shrug your tone indifferent as you were downplaying the irritation inside you. "really?" he chuckled"So why was you so pressed when I had her on my lap n' shit?" He leaned closer into you as he spoke, with his knowing tone setting you on the edge. It was that one tone that made you feel so exposed like he just knew everything.

"Nigga, cause you disrespectful as fuck." you snapped stepping closer to him jabbing your long perfectly manicured nail into his chest. "Doing all that shit right in front of my face. really? " Your words came out sharply but the slight tremor in your voice showcased your true hurt feelings.

For a split second, he didn’t respond, just watched you with that look in his eyes, you also took the time to observe him. before you knew it, he had you cornered your back pressed against the cool wall, the space between you close to close, overwhelming so his sent a mix of your favorite cologne he wore and smoke was filling your nostrils like a trap, you were trapped. His body towered over yours, in a way that made it impossible to ignore that feeling you had for him deep down.

You tried to keep your composure, but you couldn’t bring yourself to look him in the eyes your eyes darting everywhere but his face. You felt as if his eyes were piercing into your skin making you feel small your eyes skimming over his chest, the wall to your left, the floor anywhere but him. His lip curved into that same aggravating smirk you'd seen all throughout the night you felt it without even looking at him. He knew he had you and you hated that he was right.

"Yea?" he said softly, his smooth and low almost a whisper. His fingers, tipped with clear polish, slipped under your chin with a gentle yet firm touch, you swoalled hard your pulse quickening while his hand tilted your head upward forcing you to meet his eyes. "You’re not even looking me in my eyes right now, mama." his voice soft but weighted every word hitting you like a punch. His thumb lightly brushed your jaw, sending a shiver down your spine. "You only do that when you’re mad..."

His other hand, tattooed and warm slid down to your waist with an ease that felt too natural. His fingers pressed against your skin, warm and firm as they started tracing slow, soothing circles. The touch was soothing, almost comforting, but the effect it had on you was anything but calm.

"Nervous," he continued his lips curving into that signature smirk as he leaned in closer his breath brushing against your neck. "Jealous..." he added, dragging the word out, making you heart skip a beat. "You called me a fuck-ass nigga," he said with a quiet chuckle, his smirk deepening."Been rude to me all night. But…" He leaned in just slightly, his face close enough that you could feel the heat radiating off his skin. His gaze traveled over your face studying every mood you tried to suppress." With how hard you tryna act right now," he said, his voice dipping even lower. "Ion think you’re mad."

"Trust me, I definitely ain’t jealous," you shot back, you pushed against his chest your palms flat against the hard surface the hard muscle beneath his shirt. You tried pushing him away from you but he wouldn't budge, too strong for that. Frustrated you gave up turning your head to face the wall beside you again refusing to meet his eyes.

He chuckled softly, the sound low and deep, like he found your resistance amusing."You act like I don’t know you," he said, his voice dropping into that smooth, familiar tone that always made your stomach twist. before you could respond, his hand slipped beneath your shirt. His palm was warm against your bare skin, his touch deliberate as his fingers spread across your waist, cupping you with a familiarity that made your breath hitch.

"How your body reacts to me," he murmured each word with a slow tease. " And only me." His thumb brushed lazy circles against your skin the subtle movement filling your body with heat finding it hard to keep your composure. Your jaw tightened, as you swallowed hard you felt his gaze burning into the side of your face as you kept your eyes elsewhere trying to keep your composure, but he noticed everything the way your breathing spead, the slight tension in your shoulders, the heat creeping up your neck. He knew you all too well.

"How you can get so wet from the smallest touches," his voice deep it felt so intoxicating he gripped the side of your neck firmly, tilting your head slightly his lips brushing against the curve of your neck, placing slow, lingering kisses trailing from the base of your neck to that sensitive spot just behind your ear.

He was a little more right than you wanted to admit heat was pooling between your thighs, your body was responding to him in ways you couldn’t control."How easy it is for me to get you to cum," he whispered his words like a challenge and promise all at once, his hand sliding down lower the short skirt you were wearing giving him all the access he needed, his fingers easily found the hem of your panties tugging lightly testing how far he could push you.

"All you gotta do is say please, baby," his lips brushed against your ear as he spoke his fingers toying with the delicate fabric.You hated this, you hated how easy it was for your body to give into him, how every word, every touch had your body being so reactive to him. The worst part is he knew no matter how much you tried to fight it he always knew. " And if I don't?" you shot back quriking a brow challenging him trying to hold onto the last bit of control you had left.

He didn’t flinch, didn’t hesitate. Instead, he leaned back slightly, his smirk still in place but softened with something that felt almost playful. "I’ll stop," he said simply, his voice calm giving you just enough space to breathe, the absence of his warmth leaving you feeling a bit cooler. His eyes locked onto your reading every emotion on your face." Do you want me to stop?" his voice becoming softer your throat felt dry, your chest tight, and for a moment, the room felt smaller like the walls were closing in around you. His words lingered but you knew you couldn't give him what he wanted, what you wanted, he disrespected you kissed and rubbed all over her in front of you, he probably got that other bitch outside waiting for him.

"Yea, in fact, I do," you snapped, your tone sharp and cutting. "Actually, go back to that other bitch. Bet you were thinking about me the whole time you were with her, loser-ass nigga."You stood tall your arms crossed over your chest as your chin was tilted in defiance you glared at him, daring him to respond.

You saw his jaw tense slightly for a second, his dark eyes narrowing as he looked at you, an unreadable expression flickering across his face. For a moment, you thought he might fire back, match your energy, and escalate things further. Instead, he gave you that madding smirk the one that always got under your skin, that was deliberate and full of arrogance, like he had already won whatever battle you thought you were fighting.

Onyankopon took a step back his movements smooth and calculated "Bet" he said, his voice calm and confident, his smirk deepening as he turned away, leaving you standing there with your emotions tangled and your chest tight." what the fuck.."

You stood in front of the bathroom mirror, staring at your reflection. The dim light highlighted the frustration etched across your features, your brows furrowed and lips pressed into a thin line. You were upset but more than anything, you were disappointed in yourself. You hated how close you’d come to giving in to him, how his touch and his words had nearly had you.

"I gotta get outta here," you muttered under your breath, gripping the edge of the sink you wish you could erase the memory of his aggravating yet sexy smirk, the way his voice lingered in your mind, the way you still felt his hot teasing touches on your skin. After a few more moments of pacing in the cramped space, you gathered yourself, stepping outside the bathroom ready to tell everyone your goodbyes.

"Ahh, Chica! There you are!" Connie’s voice boomed as soon as he spotted you. His mischievous grin spread wide as he leaned back in his chair, a blunt in one hand. "What, were you takin’ a shit or somethin’?" You couldn’t help but chuckle shaking your head at his audacity "Boy no." you shot back, rolling your eyes, but the corner of your lips tugging upward in a reluctant smile.

"Good! Now we can finally play the game," he spoke, clapping his hands together. Your face quickly scrunched up at his words "What game?" "You ain’t hear?" Connie teased, his grin widening as he leaned forward like he was about to share some big secret." We finna play truth or dare."

Truth or dare? Yea no that was a recipe for disaster. You were already shaking your head, backing up a step. "Nah, I’m not playin’ no truth or dare," you said firmly. "I gotta go."

"Booo, you're no fun. Just stay for one round, please?" Connie whined dramatically, tugging slightly on your arm like a little kid. "Yeah, just one," your homegirl chimed in, You glanced between the two of them, their over-the-top expressions making it hard to say no. You sighed reluctantly rolling your eyes. "Fine. Just one round." The pair erupted into cheers like they’d just won the lottery." oh my god" You shook your head lightly with a smile and before you knew it, you were being dragged back to the group.

The room was dimly lit, the air thick with the different scents of smoke and laughter as you all sat in a loose circle on the living room floor. It was you, your friend, Connie, Armin, Eren, Sasha, Onyankopon, and ole girl that he was still allowing to sit in his lap. Drinks were scattered across the coffee table, the faint smell of weed hung in the air, and the music playing in the background set the perfect vibe.

It didn’t take long for the game to take a turn. Of course, you weren't there for one round only. Truths became messier, dares became bolder, and the energy in the room shifted into something unpredictable, somehow you ended up with a blunt in hand, the warm paper crackling faintly as you brought it up to your lips. Your inhale was smooth, the smoke filling your lungs before you released it in a slow steady stream. For a brief moment, you felt the weight of the room fading but of course that didn't last long, you could feel Onyankopon's gaze drilling holes into the side of your head.

The others were laughing and shouting as Armin fumbled through a dare, but their voices felt distant in your mind. You refused to look his way keeping your attention on Armin in front of you. Your focus was on keeping your composure and pretending like Onyankopon’s presence didn’t affect you, even though it did. Instead of looking his way you exhaled again, letting the thick haze surround you while the game played on with rising tension and unspoken words hanging heavy in the air.

"Okay, y/n, it’s your turn!" Sasha chirped, her smile a little too wide as if she was desperate to keep things light. You glanced at her, still feeling the weight of Onyankopon’s gaze lingering on you from earlier. His presence felt like a magnet, pulling at you no matter how hard you tried to ignore him. "Truth or dare?" Sasha pressed, her voice cutting through your thoughts. You sighed, leaning back into the couch. "Truth," you answered wanting to keep your peace for now. "What’s one of your biggest regrets?"

Sasha looked at you with an apologetic shrug, clearly realizing a second too late that her choice of question might’ve been a bit much.You inhaled deeply, the blunt in your hand burning idly as you took a slow drag, letting the smoke fill your lungs before exhaling with measured calm. "My biggest regret?" you echoed, You could feel everyone’s anticipation, their quiet curiosity mixed with a little nervousness. Finally, you set the blunt down, brushing off the ash as you spoke. "Probably wasting my time on people who didn’t deserve it," you said simply, your words carrying a sharpness through the air

Sasha let out a nervous laugh, fidgeting with the hem of her shirt. "Well, uh, that was... honest!" she stammered, trying to recover from the tension she’d just unleashed. Onyankopon didn’t say anything, but the way his gaze darkened, his lips pressing into a thin line for a split second, told you everything you needed to know. You’d hit a nerve, and he wasn’t about to let it go unnoticed.

"Alright, Eren, your turn," Connie finally said, breaking the silence and steering the game forward, though the lingering tension was impossible to ignore. You took another drag from your blunt, pretending not to notice the way Onyankopon’s eyes stayed locked on you, the air between you still humming with unspoken words.

But of course, Armin being the instigator he is couldn't resist stirring the pot. He leaned forward, a sly grin spreading across his face as the energy in the room shifted. It was Eren’s turn, and for this round, he decided to play it safe."Truth," Eren said with a casual shrug. "Alright, here’s a good one," Armin had been waiting for this moment no hesitation in his voice when he said. " Do you think y/n and Onyankopon still have feelings for each other?"

The room went dead silent, the kind of quiet where even the music in the background felt muted. You froze the blunt halfway up to your lips, and all eyes darted between you and Onyankopon. The playful energy of the room shifted into something far more uncomfortable. Eren, visibly caught off guard, leaned back. " Bruh," Eren muttered, running a hand down his face as he regretted picking truth at that moment.

Onyankopon on the other hand didn't bother hiding his reaction, his jaw clenched so tightly you could see the muscle ticking in his cheek. His usual calm, unbothered demeanor cracked just slightly, and for a moment, you could feel the heat of his irritation radiating off him. He shifted in his spot, his broad shoulders tensing as he glanced at you briefly before locking eyes with Armin. Armin was unfazed and enjoying every second of the chaos he leaned back on his hands, his grin only growing wider.

"Answer the question," Sasha teased, breaking the silence and nudging Eren with her elbow. You finally took a drag of the blunt, inhaling deeply like it was the only thing keeping you from snapping. Smoke curled from your lips as you exhaled slowly, refusing to meet Onyankopon’s gaze even though you could feel it boring into you. Eren hesitated, looking between you and Onyankopon like he was trying to navigate between making the air tenser

"Don’t even answer that dumbass shit," Onyankopon cut in, his voice low and sharp. His eyes remained fixed on Armin, daring him to push further. "Oh, come on, it’s just a game," Armin quipped, raising his hands in innocence. "Besides, we’re all thinking it, right?" You rolled your eyes, leaning back and blowing out another puff of smoke. "Y’all are so damn childish," you muttered. " And besides y'all disrespecting the lady I got on my lap right here."

"So now you worried bout disrespect? Got it, " you mumbled under your breath, barely loud enough for anyone to hear. But of course, someone heard, Onyankopon heard. His sharp gaze shifted to you instantly, his lips curving upwards. "Yea, I am," he said, his voice low but pointed like he knew exactly how his words would land. "What, you got something to say, ma?"

Your head snapped toward him, eyes narrowing as you met his eyes for the first time all night."Nah," you said coolly, though your tone betrayed the irritation simmering just beneath the surface. "Just funny how respect only comes up when it suits you."

The group sat frozen, their eyes darting between the two of you as if they were front-row spectators of the hottest new movie in theaters, Sasha raised her eyebrows, biting her lip to suppress a laugh, while Connie leaned forward, his grin wide as he whispered, "Oh, this about to get good." Armin's instigating ass sat back with a satisfied smirk proud of the little scene he was causing while Eren, who usually stayed detached, looked genuinely intrigued, his arms crossed as he watched the tension escalate. The air between you felt charged, heavy, as Onyankopon tilted his head slightly, that smirk deepening like he was enjoying this way too much. "Funny how you always got somethin' ta say when it’s about me,"

You straightened your back slightly, refusing to let Onyankopon’s words rattle you, but the heat in your chest only grew. "And what’s that supposed to mean?" you shot back, your voice sharp, Onyankopon let out a low chuckle and he leaned forward slightly, "You know exactly what it means, mama," he said, his eyes boring into yours. "You talk the loudest when you tryin' to convince yourself of somethin’."

The rest of the room was utterly silent now, every eye locked on the two of you. Connie muttered a quiet "Oh, shit," under his breath, leaning forward to catch every word, while Sasha’s wide eyes darted between you and Onyankopon, as though she were bracing herself for whatever came next.

You scoffed, your eyes narrowing as you stared at him with a sharp glare," And what am I trying to convince myself of?" Rising outta the soft sofa chair you tilted your chin upwards, refusing to back down. The challenge in your stance was clear, daring him to say something. Onyankopon mirrored your movement effortlessly, standing tall and matching your energy with an intensity that made the air between you crackle. His gaze locked onto yours. "That you don’t care," he said simply, his tone calm, almost too calm, as if he already had you figured out.

You scoffed, rolling your eyes even as the tension between you thickened. "Boy, please no one is worried about you and what you're doing." "Yea?," he said, his voice dropping lower a teasing edge dipping in. "You tryin’ so hard to act like I don’t get under your skin like you ain’t been feelin’ some type of way since you walked in and saw me."Your lips parted to respond, but no words came out, your mind racing for a comeback that wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. He tilted his head, watching you intently.

"You talk the loudest when you tryin’ to convince yourself of somethin'," he continued, his tone laced with a confidence that made your chest tighten. "And right now? You tryin’ to convince yourself that I ain’t still in your head, that you don’t care what I do or who I’m with. But we both know that’s a lie."

He had you, and he knew it—knew you like the back of his hand, every button to push, every weakness to exploit. It infuriated you how easily he could get under your skin, how effortlessly he could unravel you with just a few words."Yea, your right cause you don’t give a shit about anyone but yourself,"You jabbed your finger hard into his chest, the force of it making him take a half-step back, but his eyes never wavered from yours. Your voice trembling slightly despite your best efforts to stay composed. The frustration, the anger, the hurt all of it bubbled to the surface, threatening to spill over.

"You don’t give a shit about me or ole girl you brought here tonight." you spat, The tears you’d been holding back glistened in your eyes, but you refused to let them fall. Not here. Not in front of him. His smirk faltered, just slightly, the faintest flicker of something unreadable crossing his face before he quickly masked it. "That's what you think?" he said, his voice quieter now, but no less intense. "That I don’t care?"

“I know you don’t care,” you vented, your voice trembling, whether from the anger you were feeling or the tears that would soon be running down your face, you weren't sure." cause if you did care you wouldn't have even brought this bitch here!"

You felt the knot in your throat getting tighter, the weight of everything, the anger, betrayal, the pain was so strong you felt like you could hardly breathe. You couldn’t let him see you like this vulnerable and feeling exposed.

Turning on your heel, you spat the words that had been burning on the tip of your tongue. “Fuck you, nigga. You’re a piece of shit.” Your voice cracked slightly, but the nastiness in your tone wouldn't go unnoticed. The words hung heavy in the air as you stormed off, your footsteps echoing in the sudden silence. Behind you, you could feel his gaze, a mix of shock and something else you couldn’t or wouldn’t decipher. But you didn’t look back. You couldn’t.

The ride home was a blur of headlights and streetlights blurred from your tear-filled eyes, your playlist filled with the saddest songs you could find each lyric pulling more tears from you, making the ache in your heart much heavier. With one hand on the smooth leather steering wheel, you used the other to wipe your checks even though it felt pointless.

You were finally letting the emotions of the night out, you were upset, angry really but not just at him. The situation kept playing over and over in your head, you thinking of different scenarios you should've done instead. That stupid fucking smirk on his face, his words, the way your feelings got completely disregarded. It wasn't just the fact that he disrespected you showing off that girl in front of you doing the things he would never do to you. It was also the fact that throughout the whole night, he acted as if nothing you said or did faze him like he was just enjoying playing a game.

But what stung worst of all is how badly you still wanted him. The memory of his touch lingered on your smooth skin still, every sensation burned into your mind, the way his fingers brushed against your skin so casually but left you wanting, needing more.

When you finally pulled into your driveway your body felt heavy and weighed down by exhaustion and frustration. You turned off the engine and with a shaky sigh, you made your way inside. tossing your bag onto the couch as you kicked off your shoes. Without thinking you grabbed the blunt you were smoking before and you sparked it, watching as the tip burned a bright red, the smoke curling into the air in your dimly lit living room. You inhaled deeply he warmth of it started to work its way through you, dulling your emotions just enough to breathe easier.

But even as you exhaled, the haze beginning the cloud the area around you, his face lingered in your mind, his voice, his touch, the way he had looked at you tonight like he knew exactly how to undo you. You took another hit hoping the weed would just do its job and calm you down.

After about fifteen minutes, the tension in your body had eased, The blunt doing its job leaving you feeling much more relaxed and calm, you did a small stretch feeling ready to take a shower and get some sleep.

But then, three loud knocks shattered that quietness, The sound made you jump slightly, your heart skipping a beat as you froze for a moment. You frowned, annoyed and unsure who would be knocking at this hour. You didn’t feel like dealing with anyone, thinking it was one of your friends checking up on you but curiosity got the better of you.

Huffing in annoyance you walked over to the window pulling the curtain aside just enough to peek out carefully to stay outta sight. And there he was Onyankopon, standing on your porch his hands shoved into his pockets his tall frame illuminated by the soft glow of the porch light.

You rolled your eyes so hard it almost hurt. Of course, it was him. You should’ve known. The audacity of him showing up here after everything tonight is crazy. He caught your gaze through the window, and you didn’t bother to hide your disdain you raised your middle finger flipping him off mouthing a silent" fuck you."

His expression didn’t change much just that same irritatingly calm look, with the faintest hint of amusement tugging at the corner of his lips. You didn’t wait to see if he had anything to say. You let the curtain fall back into place and turned heading straight for the couch. Let him stand out there. You weren’t in the mood for whatever game he thought he yall were about to play.

That was until you heard the faint, click of the door unlocking. Your head whipped in the direction of the door heart sinking." “Oh, hell no,” you grumbled, realization hitting you that You’d completely forgotten about the spare key, the spare key that he damn well knew about you quickly scrambled toward the door, but before you could reach it, it was already swinging open. And there he was stepping inside like this was his house his calm, unbothered demeanor only fueling your anger. “C’mon, baby, let’s talk like adults,” he said smoothly, his deep voice filling the room as he shut the door behind him.

You stood rooted on to the spot your arms crossed over your chest and your eyes narrowing into a scowl that could've easily burned holes through him. The audacity of this man to just walk in after everything tonight left you speechless it was almost impressive in a sick way. “Get the fuck out!” you screamed your voice cracking with all your built-up frustration. You were done, done with his games, his arrogance, his complete disregard for your boundaries. "You're a piece of shit, Fuck you. Deadass." you pointed at him in frustration

But he didn’t flinch, didn’t even move a muscle. Onyankopon just stood there his tall frame leaning slightly against the doorframe, his body relaxed in a way that only made your blood boil more. His dark eyes stayed locked onto yours, unwavering, like he was trying to read every emotion spilling from you. He didn't interrupt, didn't defend himself, just listened calmly. “I know, I know,” he finally spoke up his voice low. “Let’s talk about why I’m a piece of shit.”

That was it. Your body reacted before your mind could, you balled up one of your hands slamming it repeatability in the palm of your hand, the force and intensity echoing in the room as you spoke. “Ouu, nigga,” you muttered your voice trembling a mix of anger and other emotions you were trying so hard to suppress. Your vision blurred slightly, your chest tightening as a familiar sting formed in your eyes. You blinked rapidly, refusing to let the tears spill, but it was useless. The emotions were too strong anger, hurt, humiliation and they were all threatening to overwhelm you.

Onyankopon’s head tilted just slightly as he noticed, his brows furrowing for a brief second before smoothing out again. He didn’t say anything, didn’t make a move to comfort or provoke you further. Instead, his body remained still, except for his fingers, which lightly tapped against his forearm as if he were waiting for you to let it all out. The calmness in his posture only made you angrier. His steady breathing, the subtle rise and fall of his chest, was a stark contrast to the way your body shook with bottled-up rage and sadness. You could feel the tension radiating off him, though an energy that was barely contained beneath his cool exterior.

You stormed up to him, closing the space between you two until there were mere inches separating you. your voice came out sharp and controlled as you spat. “Nigga, I already said it you disrespectful as hell." Your hand shot up, jabbing your finger at his face, each point emphasizing your words.

Onyankopon didn’t flinch, but his jaw tensed, the muscles flexing visibly beneath his skin. His hands, previously crossed over his chest, fell to his sides as he let out a low, tired sigh. Slowly, he ran his fingers over his face, his palm dragging down from his forehead to his chin, as if trying to wipe away the tension.

“I understand,” he said, his voice quiet but firm. His eyes flickered back to yours, dark and serious. “And I apologize.” For a moment, you just stared at him, stunned by the words that came out his mouth. Then, out of nowhere, a sharp laugh escaped your lips, dry and humorless. You tilted your head back slightly as the bitter sound filled the room, your body radiating disbelief. "You're really sorry but you kept doing it?" you shot back, your voice dripping with sarcasm, " and then you kept doing it, rubbing that shit in my face and standing up for her. You shook your head, a short, sharp movement as if trying to shake off the absurdity of his words.

“You done?” he asked quietly, upset that you laughed at his apology when he really meant it. His head tilted ever so slightly, the smirk from earlier gone, replaced with something more serious. You let out another laugh cause no you weren't done not even close. “Oh, I’m just getting started,” you snapped, crossing your arms tightly over your chest. You leaned forward slightly, glaring up at him. “You think you can just say ‘sorry’ and everything’s cool? Nah, Ony. You don’t get to play with my feelings and then act like it’s not a big deal.”

His gaze flicked down to where your arms were crossed, his eyes lingering on the way your body was tense, practically vibrating with anger. He took a slow, deep breath, his chest rising and falling in a measured way, as if trying to steady himself.“I ain’t playin’ with your feelings, though ma,” he said, his voice softer but with a hint of frustration. His hand moved to rub the back of his neck.“You think I don’t care about you? That’s crazy. You know better than that.”

“Do I?” you shot back, uncrossing your arms and stepping even closer to him your index finger pressing into his chest. His skin was warm under your touch.“Cause everything you’ve done tonight says otherwise.”Ony looked down at your finger, then back at you, his jaw tightening again. He let out a low chuckle, one that didn’t reach his eyes. “You really think I don’t care?” he asked, his voice dropping an octave. He stepped forward, and suddenly, you were the one taking a step back.

“Say it,” his eyes locking onto yours, unblinking and intense. “Say I don’t care about you, and mean it.” You straightened your shoulders, tilting your chin up defiantly Your eyes locked onto his, “You don’t,” you said firmly, your voice steady and unwavering. There wasn’t a crack, not a hint of doubt

His smirk returned, but this time it was different, there was no amusement in the way he looked just frustration and slight confusion. “That’s cute,” he muttered, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he leaned even closer, his face now inches from yours.“You can say it all you want,” Onyankopon continued, his voice deep and steady, “but we both know that ain’t the truth.” His eyes searched yours, looking for any change in emotions but you didn't give him one. “You’re mad, and you’ve got every right to be. But don’t act like you don’t know where I stand.”

You stayed silent, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a reaction, even as your body tensed under the weight of his words. The air between you felt suffocating, heavy with unspoken emotions, but you held your ground, your eyes locked on his, daring him to push further. “You not gonna say anything, huh?”, his voice low and rough, like he was trying to keep his emotions in check. “That’s fine. I’ll talk. You think I don’t care? You think all that shit tonight was me just playin’? Nah. I know I fucked up, but don’t stand here and act like you don’t know what it is between us.”

Your jaw tightened, your hands balling into fists at your sides as you fought to maintain your composure. “What it is between us Ony?” you questioned, not feeling anything. “Ohhh, you mean the disrespect? The mind games? The way you show up, do whatever the hell you want, and think ‘sorry’ is enough to fix it?” Your voice was laced with scarsam tired of his shit.

His grip on his rings that he was playing with grew tighter,his lips pressing into a hard line as he absorbed your words. “I ain’t perfect,” he admitted, his voice quieter now, almost vulnerable. “But don’t act like I don’t care about you. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.”You laughed bitterly, the sound harsh in the quiet room. “Care about me?” you echoed, your voice rising. “If you cared, you wouldn’t have brought her here. If you cared, you wouldn’t have put me in that situation, making me look stupid while you sit there acting like it’s nothing.”

Ony’s eyes flickered with something guilt, maybe, or frustration but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he leaned in even closer, your foreheads almost touching“You don’t look stupid,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “You could never look stupid. I look stupid. And yeah, I messed up. I know that. That shit was childish of me." He looked into your eyes for a sign of hope a sign that you would forgive him for the bullshit he did tonight but there was nothing, your face was still stone cold.

"Whatever,"You didn’t even spare him another glance as you turned around determined to put an end to this exhausting exchange. "Go get your girl," you spat outta bitterness. But before you could take another step, you felt his hand wrap firmly around your waist." That's what I'm trying to do." The grip wasn’t harsh, but it was enough to stop you in your tracks. Heat radiated from his touch, rising up the thin fabric of your shirt.

“Don’t put your fucking hands on me,” you hissed, your footsteps halting abruptly. "Na, we not done talking," he shot back, his voice steady as his grip on your hip stayed the same. He now had your body pressed against the door frame. His body leaned forward slightly, closing the already small distance between you. “Words don’t mean shit, Ony,” you tried pushing him away from you but he couldn't budge. “Actions do. And your actions? Your actions are telling me everything I need to know.”

He exhaled slowly, his broad shoulders rising and falling with the weight of it, his eyes scanned your face as if he were trying to remember every detail to memory. His gaze lingered on your eyes, your furrowed brows, the tight set of your lips each feature showing your frustration and anger.“Then let me show you,” he said, his voice low, steady, and laced with determination. There was no hesitation in his tone, no room for doubt he fully meant what he was saying right now.

His grip on your waist shifted slightly, his fingers pressing into the curve of your hips with just enough firmness to hold you in place. His thumbs moved in slow, soothing circles it was deliberate and purposeful trying to use his touch as a reminder. Your breath hitched, and his dark eyes caught a slight falter, the flicker of something other than anger breaking through your defenses. He noticed everything, and it annoyed you how easily he read you.

“You don’t have to say anything,” he murmured, his voice dropping into a softer tone. “but I know you feel it, too.” His thumbs continued their slow path, soothing his gentle pressure drawing your attention back to him, back to the moment. Your hands hovered near your sides, unsure whether to push him away or hold him there He tilted his head slightly, his gaze searching yours for something unspoken, something he was determined to find.“Just... let me show you,” he repeated, his words even softer this time.

The two of you stood there with locked eyes the air between you thick with unspoken words and lingering tension. This one moment felt like an eternity, though it was only a matter of seconds your mind raaced with questions, your chest tightened as you tried to decipher his true intent. Could you trust him? Did he even deserve it? Meanwhile, his eyes softened slightly, but the intensity remained. It was as if he was silently pleading with you the rare vulnerability, hoping, praying you'd let down your guard once more just enough to let him in.

Then, before you could think to move or speak, Onyankopon made his decision. What he was about to do could either end with a stinging slap across his face or... something entirely different. Slowly he raised his fingers, giving you every chance to pull away if you desired. They slid underneath your chin his touch delicate, somewhat scared that you might pull away at any moment. He tilted your head upward, just slightly forcing you to look directly at him. His gaze felt so intense it made your knees feel wobbly.

Then before you could think or react, he leaned in his lips brushing against yours soft yet firm. The kiss was slow, tantalizing filled with an intensity that left you breathless. This kiss was deliberate as if he'd been waiting for this moment forever savoring every second of it.

The two of you slowly pulled away from the kiss, your breaths mingling as you lingered close, foreheads almost touching. His lips pecked against yours one last time softly, "You’re so annoying," a small laugh escaping as you turned your head to the side, trying to hide the warmth creeping up your face. Onyankopon’s lips curled into a knowing smirk, his hand still resting on your waist, his thumb gripping the fabric of your shirt. "I know, mama," he replied, his voice low and teasing, with just the slightest edge of affection. "I know."

The two of you made your way upstairs to your bedroom, the tension increasing with every second he couldn't keep his hands off you. Once inside, Onyankopon gently laid you down on the bed, your body sinking into the soft embrace of the mattress. He hovered over you, his broad shoulders blocking out the dim light from the room. His body settled between your legs, the heat radiating off him and seeping into you. you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him in closer, your ankles locking behind him. His hands gripped the sides of your thighs tightly, his fingers digging into the soft flesh.

Lowering himself, he leaned in and placed a series of light kisses along your neck, his lips moving slowly, each one more purposeful than the last. He adjusted his grip on your thighs, sliding his hands up toward your hips before gripping firmly again. His lips parted, and you felt his lips sucking your skin. You let out a quiet hum at the action he lingered your neck in small kisses until he got to that one spot behind your ear that drove you crazy. "I'm sorry baby, I really am." His hands went underneath the shirt you had on gripping your breast, his fingers squeezing and tugging at your nipples.

"Ony, pleaseee," you whined, impatiently as your lips curved into a small pout. Your fingers gripped the sheets beneath you in frustration, your body tense and eager. You were tired of all the teasing, the deliberate slowness of his movements. After what he did to you tonight he shouldn't have been moving this slow. His hands were firm yet gentle as they trailed up your thighs, just barely hovering over that spot you wanted him to touch so badly,"You forgive me?" his thumbs were brushing your sensitive skin with ease.

Your jaw clenched slightly at his question, the audacity of it clear in the slight raise of your brow. Absolutely not, you thought, but instead of saying anything, you pressed your lips together and stayed silent, refusing to give him the satisfaction of an answer. He smirked at your lack of response, leaning back slightly. His hands moved to the waistband of your skirt, his fingers hooking under the fabric." damn it's like that?" He smirked at your lack of response, leaning back slightly. His hands moved to the waistband of your skirt, his fingers hooking under the fabric. Without breaking eye contact, he began to tug them down, his movements slow and agonizingly deliberate. The soft fabric dragged over your hips, the friction against your skin making your breath hitch.

He paused for a moment, his hands still gripping the material just above your knees, his eyes flicking back up to your face gauging your reaction. His lips curved into a subtle grin when he noticed the way your chest rose and fell, your body betraying the calm expression you tried to maintain. Ony continued pulling, the skirt slipping down your legs inch by inch, his fingertips grazing your skin as he went. Every movement felt intentional and slowed the air around you thick with tension. When he finally slid the fabric past your ankles, he tossed them aside without a second thought.

Onyankopon's large hands gripped your thighs firmly, his thumbs grazing the sensitive skin as he moved upward with agonizing slowness. His fingers hovered just over the damp fabric of your panties, his touch light but deliberate, sending a jolt of pleasure through you as he pressed down ever so slightly onto your clit. “Gotchu real quiet now,”His eyes flicked up to meet yours, a sly grin tugging at the corner of his lips as he watched your body react to him. A soft moan escaped your lips, betraying how much his touch affected you, and you arched your hips instinctively, seeking more pressure. Onyankopon chuckled, the sound deep and rich as he leaned in, placing a gentle kiss just below your belly button.

His lips trailed downward, planting slow, deliberate kisses from the center of your stomach to the edge of your panties, just above your clit. After every kiss mumbling some incoherent nonsense you didn't care about. “Ony, stop teasinggg,” you dragged out, your voice carrying both frustration and need.

He got on his knees his hands tightened slightly on your thighs, holding you in place as his lips hovered over the damp fabric, his warm breath fanning against you. “Stop teasing?” he repeated mockingly, raising an eyebrow as his lips brushed lightly over the cloth. " maybe if you say you forgive me I will." You bit your lip, your frustration growing as his fingers traced the outline of your panties, just barely touching you. His lips pressed softly against the fabric again, adding to the building tension. "I can't, not yet."

His lips brushed against the damp fabric again, this time more intentionally, lingering just a little longer, the sensation sending a pulse of need throughout your body. Your body twitched waiting for him to hurry up.He glanced up at you through hooded eyes, watching every twitch, every shift in your expression. “You’re stubborn as hell, you know that?” as his fingers finally slid just beneath the edge of the fabric. The slight shift of his touch against your skin made your hips jerk involuntarily, but he held you steady, smirking at your reaction

His other hand slid up, fingers laying across your lower stomach to hold you in place as his thumb lazily traced circles over the edge of your thigh. The friction was just enough to make you desperate for more but not nearly enough to satisfy.

.“You’re not gonna make this easy for me, are you, mama?” he teased, his lips curving into that same smug smile that always made your blood boil—and your body betray you.He pressed another kiss, this time just below the fabric, his breath hot and tantalizing. "You can keep playing hard to get, but we both know where this is going."

"Your such a egotistical bas-" You tried to hard to tell him to fuck off but the way he's hands and mouth were working in tandem had your words caught in your throat as he took a long stripe from the bottom of your panties to the top of your clit

"Still not ready to forgive me?" he asked softly, his voice dripping with mock innocence. You swallowed hard, your hands gripping the sheets beneath you as if they’d somehow ground you. Your body was betraying you, reacting to every deliberate touch, every teasing flick of his tongue, every warm breath he exhaled against you."Not yet." you let out an airy breath, your voice barely audible but firm.

Onyankopon  chuckled again, this time lower, more satisfied."I guess I’ll just have to work a little harder then,"His grip on your thighs tightened again, pulling you just slightly closer to the edge of the bed, aligning himself perfectly between your legs. His lips pressed firmly against the center of the fabric this time, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp, your hips bucking slightly against his hold.

"Careful," he said, smirking as he held you firmly in place. "Wouldn’t want you to give yourself away."Your breathing was uneven, your chest rising and falling with every teasing motion he made. His tongue darted out, pressing against the damp spot, adding to the already unbearable heat pooling in your stomach. You bit your lip hard, refusing to let the moan threatening to escape win.

"Still not forgiving me?" he asked, his tone smug and confident. He kissed the fabric again, this time harder, the pressure sending a jolt through your body. "Guess I’ll have to keep apologizing then."

You were about to give in soon you don't think he should be forgiven just yet but you just wanted to cum and he barely even touched you. Your fingers gripped the sheets tighter as Onyankopon's actions continued, his lips and tongue tormenting you through the thin fabric of your panties. He seemed to take his time, savoring every reaction he pulled from you, every slight shift of your body, and every ragged breath you couldn’t contain. His hands held your thighs firmly, thumbs kneading gently against your skin like he was trying to keep you grounded.

When you didn’t respond to his last taunt, he chuckled, low and husky, the sound reverberating against you. "Silent treatment now?" he teased, sliding his fingers along the waistband of your panties again. He tugged on them just enough to make you squirm, his lips brushing the exposed skin right above them.

"You're only making this harder for yourself, mama," he murmured against your skin, his voice smooth. Your body betrayed you again, a soft whimper slipping out despite your best efforts to stay composed. He caught it, of course, his smirk widening as he looked up at you, his dark eyes glittering with satisfaction. "There she is."

Without breaking eye contact, he slowly began to pull your panties down, his movements unhurried, deliberate, as if he wanted to draw out every second of your anticipation. His lips followed the path of the fabric, planting soft kisses along your thighs as he worked the material lower.

By the time your panties were halfway down, his hands returned to your thighs, spreading them just slightly wider. He tilted his head, his lips pressing another kiss against your inner thigh, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin just enough to make you gasp.

“Say the words, and I’ll stop,” he said, his voice quieter now, softer, as if daring you to push him away. But the way his hands moved, the way his lips lingered on your skin, it was clear he wasn’t in a rush for you to decide.

You gave up the act, the walls you had built crumbling under the weight of his persistence and your own longing. It was useless to keep fighting a battle you were never going to win, he had you cornered emotionally and physically, and deep down, you knew you couldn’t hold out any longer. Your breath hitched as the tension in the room seemed to thicken, the silence growing heavier by the second. Finally, reluctantly you said what he'd been waiting to hear." I forgive you Ony."

It was as if a switch flipped inside him. The change was instant, his entire demeanor shifting from restrained patience to hunger. He didn’t waste a single moment. You gasped, your breath catching in your throat as you felt his wet warm tongue gliding against your slit. The sensation was overwhelming your brain already feeling scrambled, but what really caught you off guard was the unexpected pressure of metal. You’d completely forgotten about his tongue piercing. It hadn’t been in earlier tonight, you were sure of it, and you had no idea when he’d decided to put it back in.

Your mouth parted, a soft moan escaping before you could stop it. The metal ball traced slow, tantalizing circles around your clit, the contrast between the cool steel and the heat of his tongue making your body tremble. " Fuckkk~" the sensations so overwhelming you felt your eyes shut tightly and your fist ball up.

“Say it one more time,” he demanded, his voice deep and commanding, But before you even got a chance to respond he quickly slid his pointer finger into you, sending a wave of pleasure through your body. “Ahh~” The sound escaped your lips as your back arched involuntarily up off the bed, the sounds of nothing but your wetness filling the air.

Your legs instinctively tried to close around his face, an attempt to contain the overwhelming sensation, but he wasn’t having it. His free hand moved with quick speed, gripping your thigh firmly and forcing your legs apart again. “Don't that shit,” The dominance in his deep voice only made the heat pooling in your core intensify.

The way he handled you, the way he spoke it was impossible to resist. Your chest heaved as you tried to steady your breathing, but it was no use. The way his finger curled inside you, hitting that perfect spot, and the intensity of all these things were driving you insane.

“Please, baby,” he said, his voice softening unexpectedly going from demanding to pleading he lifted his head slightly, his lips glistening with evidence of his work. “Say it again.” His fingers worked you with deliberate precision, his thumb brushing over your most sensitive spot in a way that made your toes curl. His lips hovered just above your skin, his breath warm and teasing as he waited for the words he so desperately wanted to hear." I forgive you Ony fuck." You had tears forming in the corner of your eyes from the pleasurable sensations.

His fingers thrust in and out of you with a steady rhythm, each movement sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. He could feel your walls clamping down around him “So fucking wet,” he muffled into your cunt and your breath hitched, your voice shaky as you moaned. The sensation of his pierced tongue pressing firmly against your clit was driving you insane.

“It’s too muchhh~,” you cooed, your voice trembling as your body began to tense up under the relentless assault of his mouth and fingers. His tongue swirled around your clit the cool metal of the barbell rubbing and teasing your most sensitive spot in ways that left you breathless. Your back arched off the bed, your hips lifting trying to escape the overwhelming sensations, but there was no relief to be found—not that you wanted any. He was everywhere, his fingers plunging deeper as he added another, the stretch intensifying the pleasure to a point that made your toes curl.

The tingling spread throughout your body your nerves alight with sensation as you gripped the sheets beneath you. “Onyyy,” you whined, the sound barely audible over the pounding of your heartbeat in your ears. The combination of his fingers curling inside you and his tongue sucking gently on your clit was too much yet you began grinding against his face wanting to feel more He didn’t stop his hands only holding you steady as his mouth and fingers worked in perfect harmony. You were so close that tight coil in your stomach could snap at any moment. "You're doing so good for me mama."

Your thighs trembled uncontrollably as the sensations built, the pressure in your core growing unbearable. Every thrust of his fingers, every flick and suck of his tongue sent waves of pleasure rippling through you. The cool metal of his tongue piercing seemed to amplify everything, its smooth surface gliding over your clit with a precision that left you gasping for air.

“Onyyy, please,” you whimpered, your voice breaking as you struggled to form coherent words. Your hands flew to his head, fingers tangling in his hair in a futile attempt to ground yourself. But even as you tugged gently, your body betrayed your need, rolling your hips against his face with increasing desperation.

He groaned low in his throat, the vibration sending another jolt of pleasure straight to your core."Breathe baby." he murmured between licks his deep voice rumbling against your sensitive flesh. Your body was on fire, every nerve in your body growing sensitive, Your back arched higher, your chest rising as a broken moan tore from your lips. “I-I can’t” you gasped, the words catching in your throat as the tingling sensation spread through your entire body, consuming you.

“You can,” As if to prove his point, his fingers sped up slightly, curling with even more precision, while his tongue flicked faster over your clit. The combination sent you spiraling, your body tightening as the pressure reached its peak, your eyes rolled back, toes curled, fist bawled up. With a loud cry, your body gave in, shuddering violently as the release hit you. " Fuckkk~" you gasped for air but even as you came undone beneath him, he didn’t stop, his movements slowing but never faltering.

Your body was still trembling from the first release, you soon realized he wasn’t stopping. Onyankopon’s fingers kept their relentless pace, pumping in and out of you with precision, his tongue never leaving your clit. The overstimulation hit you immediately, pulling a broken whimper from your lips. “Onyyy, wait, I—ahh!” Your plea was cut off as his piercing dragged over your clit again, the metal cool against your overheated skin. Your thighs twitched, your hips trying to pull away, but his hands gripped you firmly, holding you exactly where he wanted you.

"Stop tryna run," he groaned The sound sent a shiver through your already over-sensitive body, and you felt your walls fluttering around his fingers. “Please,” you whimpered, though you weren’t sure if you were begging him to stop or keep going. He chuckled darkly against you, the vibration against your clit making your body jolt. " Just give me one more." His fingers curled inside you, pressing against that perfect spot that made your back arch off the bed again. His tongue worked in tandem, flicking and sucking swirling around your clit, he was driving you insane you didn't know much more you could take.

Your breaths came in short, desperate gasps, your body writhing beneath him. The overstimulation blurred into another wave of pleasure, the intensity doubling as your body began to climb toward another peak.“Onyyy,” you cried out, your voice shaky and high-pitched, your hands gripping the sheets tightly You could feel the intense pressure building again faster and stronger than before the pressure in your core coiling tighter and tighter.

He didn’t let up for a second determined to pull you over the edge again. “Let go,” he murmured against you, his voice a deep rumble that sent a shiver through you. His words were all it took. Your second climax washed over you harder and stronger than the first your body convulsing as you let out a loud, broken moan. Your vision blurred, your mind going blank as the overwhelming pleasure consumed you completely. He groaned in satisfaction, holding you steady as your body trembled uncontrollably beneath him. Even as the aftershocks coursed through you, his tongue slowed but didn’t stop, lazily drawing out every last bit of sensation making sure to not leave any small drop anywhere but his mouth. You were completely worn out already, your chest wavering as you tried to catch your breath, your body limp and trembling in his hands.

"You're evil," your voice shaky and hoarse as you tried to regain your breath. Onyankopon let out a breathy chuckle, his dark eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and need, His lips were slightly swollen, and his skin glistened in the dim lighting with sweat and your release. He looked utterly wrecked, yet still completely in control, a man who knew exactly what he was doing to you. “You can handle it,” he stated simply.

Before you could catch even a moment's breath the metallic click of his belt buckle echoed in the air, Your eyes widened as you watched him, every movement slow and calculated, giving you just enough time to anticipate what was coming. He pulled the belt free, letting it fall to the floor with a soft thud, his hands already working to free himself. “Ony, wait,” you started to say, but your words faltered as he leaned forward, his hands gripping your hips with a firm but gentle hold.

Your body was still trembling, sensitive and overstimulated, but that didn’t seem to faze him. He stroked his length once, twice, and your breath hitched as you took in the sight of him. The raw intensity in his gaze made your stomach flip, heat pooling low in your abdomen despite your exhaustion." I know you can take it, baby."

He pressed the swollen head of his length against your entrance, the warmth of him making you gasp. Your body was still slick, your sensitivity making every sensation sharper, more overwhelming. He didn’t rush, though. Instead, he moved with deliberate slowness sliding the tip of his head up and down your slick slit, the friction igniting every nerve throughout your body. "onyyyy" The smooth glide of his skin against yours had your body reacting in ways you couldn’t control—your hips twitching, your thighs trembling, your breath hitching with every deliberate motion.

"what baby?" He asked his voice so carefree as if he wasn't torturing you right now. The weight of his gaze on you was almost as intense as the sensations he was creating. He kept his movements slow, dragging the head of his cock over your clit in a way that made your back arch off the bed. The swollen tip pressed against the sensitive bundle of nerves just long enough to have you gasping before he slid it back down, teasing your entrance but never fully pushing in.

"Put it in, please." Your thighs quivered, and your hips moved on their own trying to angle yourself to take him in, but he held you in place, his grip firm as his hands rested on your hips, thumbs pressing into your skin in a way that grounded you. "Patience." He continued his torturous teasing, the head of his length sliding just barely inside before pulling back out, leaving you aching and desperate.

Your hands flew to his forearms, nails digging into his skin as you tried to ground yourself, the teasing becoming too much. Your breaths came in short, shallow pants, your chest rising and falling as he dragged the tip of his cock over your entrance one last time before finally pausing, the heat of him pressed firmly against you.

He finally pushed into you his thick length pressing into your entrance at a slow agonizing pace, his cock stretched you out immediately, your walls squeezing against him as he sank deeper inch, by inch filling you up completely. "ahh" a choked gasp escaped your lips, your body tensing at the overwhelming sensations of his stretching you out. "Relax mama" ony mumbled against your skin, his lips brushed against your collarbone, placing soft kisses against your neck as he continued to ease himself into you.

His large hands gripped your waist firmly his thumb stroking small circles around your skin to try to relax you, A deep, soft groan rumbled from his chest, the sound vibrating through you, making your body quiver in response. His head dipped lower, and his forehead came to rest against your shoulder " You know I love you right?" Something about the way he said it raw made your stomach flip. It wasn’t just the words, though. It was the way he looked at you, his gaze, the way his hands gripped you like he never wanted to let go. You could tell he was about to go ham on your insides.

“Ony,” you said flatly, your voice deadpan as you tried to maintain composure. You turned your head just enough to look at him, catching the barest hint of a smirk on his lips. He didn’t flinch, didn’t waver. His dark eyes stayed locked on yours, and he repeated himself, his voice softer this time. “You know I love you, right?” You replied, your tone a mix of anticipation"Yea."

Without hesitation, Onyankopon hooked your legs over his broad shoulders, his hands gripping the backs of your thighs to hold you firmly in place. The shift in position lifted your hips slightly off the bed, angling your body just enough for him to delve even deeper. The stretch was immediate and intense, making your breath hitch as the new angle allowed him to hit spots that had you seeing stars.

He wasted no time, thrusting into you with relentless precision, each stroke was so deep. His hips snapped forward with a steady rhythm, his cock dragging along your walls with a mix of pleasure and pressure that left you gasping. each one hitting a spot inside you that made your toes curl. The force of his thrusts had your body shifting up the bed. The slick sound of your body meeting filled the room, “Fuck,” his voice hoarse, his grip tightening as he picked up his pace. “You’re taking me so well, mama.”

“Ahh—Ony!” you cried out, your voice shaky and high-pitched as you felt the intensity of his pace. Your walls clenched around him tightly, desperate to hold onto him, Your head pressed back into the pillows, your hands clawing at the sheets as you tried to hold on, but the intensity was too much. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed in the room, mixed with your moans and his low grunts. Your hands flew to his arms, clutching onto his biceps as you tried to steady yourself, but the overwhelming pleasure made it impossible to hold still. “Hah—o-please!” you whimpered, your voice breaking as his cock dragged against every sensitive spot inside you.

“Please what, baby?” he rasped, His eyes never left your face, watching every expression, every gasp, every moan that spilled from your lips. His thumb traced over your skin briefly before he grabbed your hips harder, pulling you down onto him with each thrust. Your entire body trembled, your legs quivering over his shoulders as he leaned in slightly, pressing you further into the mattress. The new depth made you cry out, your hands gripping at his arms desperately as your body writhed beneath him. “Onyyy—I can’t!” you managed to choke out, though your body betrayed you, hips bucking up to meet his every thrust.

And as if the overwhelming sensations weren’t enough, Onyankopon’s thumb dropped down to your swollen clit pressing firmly against the swollen bud rubbing slow, deliberate circles your whole body jerked. A pornographic moan tore from your lips, the combination of his relentless thrusts and the added stimulation pushing you to the brink. Your back arched off the bed, your fingers clutching at the sheets “Oh—Onyyy!” you wailed, your voice trembling as your hips bucked involuntarily, trying to escape the intensity.

"Don't fucking do that shit." he didn’t slow down, his thumb continuing its maddening rhythm, rubbing over your clit with just the right amount of pressure to have your toes curling. Your thighs trembled against his shoulders, your body completely at his mercy as he pushed you closer and closer to the edge. “Onyyy—I c-can’t!” you stammered, your voice breaking as your walls clenched down on him tightly, trying to pull him even deeper.“You can take it,” he murmured, his voice soft but commanding, his thumb applying just a little more pressure as he sped up the circles on your clit. he watched every twitch, every gasp, every helpless moan that spilled from your lips. “You’re gonna take it, mama. All of it.”

The intensity was unbearable, your back arched off the bed every nerve in your body was on fire as his cock continued to hit that perfect spot inside you, and his thumb worked your clit with precision. Your body shook uncontrollably as the sensations built higher and higher, your vision blurred, your breaths coming in ragged pants as the tension coiled tighter and tighter in your abdomen, ready to snap at any second.

"I'm close so ony" you whimpered, your voice trembling as your walls fluttered and clenched around him tightly. He groaned low in his throat, the sensation almost enough to break his own self-control. The way you gripped him was insane pulling him deeper, tighter but nonetheless, he was always gonna make you cum before him. “C’mon, mama. Let it go for me.” His hips kept their steady, deliberate rhythm, plunging into you with precision, each thrust dragging against that perfect spot inside you that had you seeing stars.

Your head fell back against the pillow, a string of broken moans spilling from your lips as the pressure built higher and higher. The way his cock dragged against your walls, the firm strokes of his thumb, the weight of his body pressed against yours—it was all too much, the pleasure mounting to an unbearable peak. “I’m not stopping until you give it to me.” The sound of his voice, the commanding yet tender tone, pushed you over the edge. Your back arched violently off the bed, your mouth falling open in a silent scream as the wave of pleasure crashed over you. Your body clenched around him, trembling as you rode out the intense high, every nerve ending alight with sensation. "That's it, baby. Good job."

Onyankopon didn’t stop, his relentless thrusts driving you further into the mattress as he chased his own release. The air around you was heavy with the sound of his heavy breathing, your cries of pleasure, and the wet, slap of skin against skin. His movements became slightly erratic, sloppy even as he was teetering on the edge of his climax, yet he still maintained enough control to make sure you felt every stroke. “Where you want it, mama?” his voice sounded strained even though he tired not to.

You were completely undone, your body trembling beneath him, your mind fogged with pleasure. Despite how fucked out you felt, you managed to muster enough strength to respond. “In me, please,” you gasped, your voice breaking into a desperate cry. “Fuck,” he groaned, his hips snapping harder against yours as his restraint began to unravel. He shifted slightly, angling his hips just right so that every thrust hit that sensitive spot deep inside you, making you shudder and cling to him even tighter.

“You sure, baby?” he asked, his tone softer now as if giving you one last chance to change your mind. Your legs locked around him pulling him in even closer. “Please, Ony,” you whimpered That was all he needed. His grip on your hips tightened, his pace quickening as he chased his high. Each thrust was deliberate, powerful, driving into you with a force that left you breathless. His forehead pressed against yours, his eyes squeezing shut as he finally let go, spilling into you with a deep, throaty groan." fuck baby." a quiet moan slipped outta his mouth making you wanna cum right there.

You felt the warmth of him fill you, the sensation pushing you to the edge one more time. Your body clenched around him instinctively, milking him for everything he had as you cried out, your own release blending with his. He collapsed onto you, his weight comforting rather than overwhelming as his breaths came out ragged and uneven.

Ony’s strong hand wrapped firmly around your neck bringing you closer until your lips met his in a heated kiss. You tasted your fluids that lingered on his lips His pierced tongue traced a slow, teasing line across your lips, the cool metal adding a tantalizing contrast to the warmth of his touch. As your mouth parted and his tongue pressed against yours, his fingers squeezed your neck slightly his head tilting slightly to deepen the kiss before he pulled away. “You forgive me for real mama?” he murmured against your lips, his voice having genuine sincerity in them, as he held you close.

" Yes Ony I forgive you for real."

[morikosa]

REMORSE

SUMMARY: He doesn't realize how valuable you are until he loses you.

Things could have been different. If he had stayed home, you would still be alive. You would still be alive…

''My love… p-please don’t go''

Gojo froze in his tracks, feeling your delicate arms wrap around his waist from behind. Despite himself, a small flicker of surprise coursed through him, momentarily halting his steps towards the door. Your trembling voice reached his ears, filled with desperation and a plea for him to stay.

"I-I will prepare a dinner for you, my love… p-please don’t go,” you whispered, your lips pressing softly against his back in a tender kiss.

For a brief moment, the gentle touch and your plea tugged at a minuscule fragment of buried empathy within him. However, he quickly squashed that flicker of compassion.

He twisted his body to face you, his expression turning cold and unyielding once again under his blindfold. He roughly pushed your arms away from his waist, forcing you to release her grip on him. The action was swift and unforgiving.

“Your feeble attempts to keep me won’t work, y/n.” he spat, his voice laced with cruel indifference. “I have no use for your pitiful displays of affection. I am leaving.”

He turned away from you, resolute in his decision. He regretted his words at the moment he saw the pain and sadness in your eyes. But he couldn’t show it, he couldn’t show any sign of weakness.

After all, he was the strongest

With a last glance, he walked towards the door and left you. As he crossed the threshold, his heart remained hardened, untouched by the anguish he left behind. 

...

He was a terrible husband. He didn’t pay any attention to you. But he wanted to change that, so he bought you a bouquet to make it up to you, and today he was going to take you out to dinner. He was going to fix everything, you were going to be happy together.

“My sweet wifey~, I thought we could have dinner today, husband and wife–”

Upon entering the house, Gojo was met with an eerie silence that sent a chill down his spine. The door wide open, the lights on – everything seemed off. As he stepped further inside, his heart raced, confusion clouding his thoughts. The scent of carnage enveloped him, the heavy air thick with tension.

Then he found you.

Lying lifeless on the floor, your limbs twitching slightly as the waning moments of your life escaped from you. Blood pooled beneath you, the crimson liquid staining the once pristine floors with its haunting presence. A profound sorrow washed over him, accompanied by a wave of guilt – a bitter taste in his mouth.

The flowers he had intended to apologize with dropped from his grasp, the vibrant colors now tainted by the horrifying scene unfolding before his eyes. He watched in horror as you struggled for your last breaths, your fragile body betrayed by the curse that sought to end her life.

The irreversibility of the situation dawned on him at that moment - her fate was already sealed, your time running thin. Tears welled up in his eyes as realizations flooded his mind; regrets of his callous behavior, anger, and neglect came racing back and consumed his conscience.

If only he had stayed... if only he had paid attention.

Gojo fell to his knees beside you, reaching out tentatively to steady her limp form. “Y/N. Stay with me,” he pleaded, a foreign word in his vocabulary. “Please, don’t go.” His tears fell in torrents, landing beside hers on the muddied ground.

“Who. Who did this to you-”

His hands shook as he cradled you close, your warm breath steadily fading in his embrace. The pain of losing you was like a dagger piercing his heart, a relentless torture he could never escape.

What was the point? What was the point of being the strongest if he couldn’t even protect his wife?

At present

Gojo stands before your grave, a solemn figure with his head bowed low. The air holds a heavy silence, broken only by the soft rustle of leaves as a gentle breeze caresses the surrounding trees. The weight of his loss rests heavily upon his shoulders, his heart burdened with a mix of grief and regret.

“Hey, it’s me again,” he murmurs, his voice choked with emotion as he addresses the earth beneath him. “I don’t know if you can hear me, but I wanted to let you know… I’m doing my best, even though it feels impossible without you here.”

His fingers trace the engraved letters of your name on the tombstone, his touch both reverent and pained. Memories of your time together flood his mind, each a bittersweet reminder of what he had lost. The weight of his remorse for not cherishing those moments to their fullest becomes evident in how his shoulders slump and his breath hitches.

“I miss you, more than words can express,” he admits, his voice breaking with raw vulnerability. “I wish I had realized sooner what you truly meant to me. I wish I had been a better husband and person for you… worthy of the love you had for me.”

His grip tightens on the flowers he brought, his knuckles turning white. He places them gently upon your grave, his gaze lingering upon the fading petals.

Tears glisten in his mismatched eyes, his voice barely more than a whisper now. “I love you, and I always will. I’m sorry I realized this so late. Wherever you are, I hope you’ve found peace. And just know… you’ll forever have a place in my heart.”

With a final, lingering look at your tombstone, he puts the bouquet on your tombstone and turns away.

He will live a lifetime with the pain of ruining the perfect future he could have had with you.

[shaisuki]

❝ THE WOLF I PICKED UP AS A STRAY IS A BUM.ᐟ CLINGY TOO! ❞

content warnings. hybrid toji, suggestive themes, nsfw under the cut.

wolf! toji that you picked up on one windy night. littered with cuts and one of his wolf ears are cut. probably from a fight and thus, you brought him home to take care until he's healed.

wolf! toji who took a liking to you. he never left your house and lives as a free loader who never offered to get a job to pay for the bills in exchange for living with you. he only stares at you. a mischievous glint in his eyes and a cocky smirk. “i'm guarding your house, sweetheart.” he said with a wink and you kind of wanted to slap the shit out of him.

wolf! toji that annoys the hell out of you. trying to get a rise and won't behave unless you threatened to kick him out which works but only for a certain amount of time and he's back on to you again.

wolf! toji beefy body with broad shoulders and everything about him screams big. menacing even with the scar in the corner of his mouth. his ears twitching and that sharp fangs that you knew can tear huge chunks of flesh from how he eats. his strength jaw can crush anyone with a single bite. despite all of that features of him, he didn't use it to intimidate you.

wolf! toji is a huge lazy bum. who sleeps most of the day and lays on the windows where sunlight streams and he's peacefully snoozing. who only wakes up when it's time to eat or to annoy you. messes up with your things and leave them for you to clean.

wolf! toji who can be surprisingly affectionate when you need it. his ears twitching when he senses you're in distress or particularly sad. his large palms patting your head and will sometimes hug you and let you cry on his shoulder. his huge fluffy tail gently wagging and you can hear it gently thumping.

wolf! toji who enjoys teasing you. pinching your round cheeks until they puffed out. chuckling as you slap his hand away and hears you grumbling. grabs your love handles and squeezing the supple flesh earning another rise out from you. hes careful not to scratch you up with his sharp nails.

wolf! toji who may have been slowly falling in love with his human. he didn't know where it started but he suddenly seeks your warmth in most times and starting to wonder what time will you get home from your work. repeatedly glancing at the clock and yawns from how bored he was without you. the longer you took, the more he hallucinates of you. your laugh bouncing on the walls. your presence at every corner of your home and just you.

wolf! toji who gets too possessive when you came home stinking of a male human. you didn't know cause you don't have super senses like him and you're just confused why he starts growling at you. immediately scenting you afterwards and pulling you close to his muscular body. squirming and writhing and going as far to punch him to get out of his grip didn't work. he didn't even budge.

wolf! toji growling at you from trying to move away from him. keeping a tight grip to your plush waist as he settled you on his lap. straddling him with your thick thighs and feeling the hardness of cock. rubbing between your clothed cunt. you can hear him grunting at the skin of your neck where your pulse is. “mine. you're mine.”

wolf! toji biting the skin to mark you as his. sharp canine teeth digging at your skin enough to bruise before licking it with his tongue to sooth you from the pain he had caused. nuzzling at your neck after that. inhaling your scent that without a doubt no trace of any other men beside him.

wolf! toji is grabbing your soft chin and he melts at the look in your face. the color of your eyes meeting with his own green ones and he loses at the sight of your parted lips. beckoning him to kiss you and he did. it was messy. all tongue and drool seeping on the corners of his mouth. lost in the feeling of your soft lips against his. giving you no time to reciprocate as he claimed you. grabbing the back of your head to deepen the kiss and burying yourself in the hardness of his body.

wolf! toji who breaks the kiss. licking the remnants of his spit and yours in his lips. his thumb caressing your round cheek. no words are said and it was clear that you belong to him and only him.

wolf! toji is now your partner. a clingy one and too overprotective who never left your side. acting as a guard dog whenever you two shop. growling and glaring to everyone who gets closer to you. baring his sharp canine teeth and snarls to someone who dares to approach you. he stands behind you. looking for any threats that may harm you. he can't have you being put in danger. that's what he reasoned when you scold him for being territorial and he brushes it off. he also likes his view when he's behind you.

wolf! toji who have no concept of personal space. he's almost your shadow now. follows you everywhere. in the kitchen where you cook, he standing behind you. watching you prepare a meal for him and yours. in the bathroom who insists that he should be there — what happens if you slip? no one will be there except for him. you sprayed him water once and he hates it but didn't deterred him. in the living room where either he's sprawled above you, crushing you with his weight or you on his lap while you finish a work.

wolf! toji is so handsy at you. grabbing whatever flesh he can get. kneading and squishing every part of your body especially your round belly where he grabs the malleable flesh. feeling it in his hand and loving the way it feels against his hand and then to your boobs. palming it every change he can get. you're his human-sized stressball.

wolf! toji that loves when you touch him. he may not say it but his tail says so. you teased him for it and he only grumbles. a slight blush dusting on his cheeks. he gives in when you scratch his head. his wears twitching and you hear that familiar sound of his tail wagging thumping against the floor. he gets so putty at your touch but he won't tell you.

wolf! toji who loves the closeness with your body and his. contrasting his hard ones with your softness. he likes it how feels against his and how it rubs against his skin when he fucks you senseless. plowing into your fat pussy like there's no tomorrow and being hypnotized from how your body jiggles beneath him.

wolf! toji that loves to eat your fat pussy. his tongue are perfect for it. it's wide and take your whole pussy lips in them. giving you broader and wider licks whole he catches your juices on his tongue. his tail wagging on response from how happy he is. tasting your sweet cunt of his mouth.

wolf! toji stretching you with his big, fat cock. folded you up in a mating press. drooling at the sight of your belly being squished and your fat pussy swallowing his cock whole. growling at the sensation of being buried in your wet, velvety heat.

wolf! toji who pounds in you with no tomorrow. fucking you in a wild abandon while he grabs your plush waist for better grip. the flesh spilling into his large palms. beads of blood surfacing where his sharp nails had digged into your skin. relishing into your moans and gasps.

wolf! toji who cums a lot. his thick warm cum seeping into the crevices of your awaiting womb. spurts after spurts of his cum being loaded inside of you. desperation evident from how badly he wants to fill you with his cum.

it's not the end for that not when wolf! toji who loves you very much. he ain't good, not kind either and pretty mean to you but he can be soft when he wants to. just with you though. he already claimed you, marked you. there's no running from him when he got you wrapped around his big, beefy arms. snuggling into you like there's no tomorrow and definitely not letting you go.

help your struggling writer with a coffee.

[aleixis]

₊ ⊹ ๋࣭⭑ good luck charm

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fluff probably ooc sae shidou mention !

one of the most meaningful gifts you ever gave sae were two bracelets–if you could even call them that. they were two bands–one black and one white–that could be slipped on and off easily. you wanted to give him something that was convenient for him to wear, as he was a busy soccer player.

you had your own pairs as well, also black and white. you decided to gift them the night before a decisive match between Re Al and Barcha.

“sae, can i give you something? it’s kind of like a good luck charm…” you asked softly. sae looked up from his book, giving you a curious look.

he hummed in response, intrigued. “mm, sure.”

you reached towards to table next to you, in your hands a small drawstring bag. “i was out a couple of days ago and bought these matching bracelets,” you said, opening the bag.

you reached in, fishing them out. “i don’t know if you’ll like them, but uh– i made sure they’d be convenient for you to wear. and um– i didn’t know if you’d like black or white, so i got you both…” you trailed off.

you handed him the bracelets, letting sae pick. he examined both the black and white pairs before answering, “we can just wear both colors?”

sae watched your eyes light up, your head nodding. he held the black and white bracelets before sliding them onto his right wrist. you tried them on as well, the material comfortable on your skin.

“thank you, dear,” he said, a small smile peeking through. “i’m sure i’ll play well tomorrow, thanks to these.”

you giggle at his response, “you always play well, sae.”

1 minute and 17 seconds left until the referee’s whistle blows, and the match is over. 1 minute and 17 seconds left to turn a tie of 3-3 to a win of 4-3. you sit on the stands, a seat close to the field, your body jittery with anticipation. Barcha is still in possession of the ball, and time is ticking down.

you can tell by the look on his face that sae is fiending for a goal. luckily enough, sae’s teammate guards the opposing player, successfully stealing the ball away. the ball is then passed to sae swiftly, and he controls the ball with skill.

sae turns, his pace quickening. with only 45 seconds left on the clock, and being close enough to the penalty box, he takes a shot, the ball forming an extraordinary arch in the air. the goal occurs at an insane angle, one only itoshi sae could pull off.

the crowd breaks into cheers, and the whistle signifing the end of the match blows moments after. sae’s teammates pile on top of him before he can push them all off, cheering for him.

sae never has celebrations for a goal, but this time, he raises his right arm and looks up at the stands to you, smiling brightly. the bracelets seem to reflect the fluorescent lights of the stadium, twinkling.

you smile back at sae and wave, your two bracelets peeking out.

bonus content !

after a long day of practice, sae’s jersey sticks to his skin uncomfortably, the stuffy atmosphere of the locker room not improving his mood. with his body drenched in sweat, all he wants is to take a shower and go home back to you. he’s quick with changing out of his jersey, pulling his shirt and sweats back on. his bracelets are on the bench behind him, resting on top of his backpack.

shidou walks into the locker room last, opening up his locker that was conveniently assigned next to sae’s. shidou glances back at the bench before asking, “yo, sae. i’ve always meant to ask, but what’s with those bracelets? they from your girl or what?”

sae replies snarkily, “piss off. it’s none of your business, roach.” he reaches behind and gently slides the bracelets back onto his wrist before slamming his locker door shut.

shidou laughs in response, “hey, no need to get all defensive! guess i was right, huh?”

sae doesn’t respond, though his ears are tinged with pink. he packs up as quickly as he can before trudging out the locker room with his backpack and gear slung over his shoulder, ignoring shidou’s obnoxious teasing.

happy birthday to the one and only itoshi sae !! i rly hope sae wasn’t too ooc ( first time writin for him !! ) & i hope the match wasn’t too boring jsjhshj,,, apparently,, Re Al and Barcha are rivaling teams, and even tho i’m a Barcha fan thru n thru, i had to make Re Al win this one </3 hehe as always thank u all for reading this far & have a great day/night !! i luv u babies ^.^

tags : @egoistars @laughingfcx

[slayfics]

Katsuki holds your hand.

1,100 words~

You adjusted to get more comfortable on the couch while the boys continued their conversation about today's training.

"If you ask me, we really showed what Class 1A can do today, that's all I'm saying," Denki said concluding his point.

"I agree everyone did their best today," Hanta said nodding.

Katsuki came into the common room and made his way over to join the conversation. He sat down at the furthest possible spot away from you on the couch. Even though you two had been in some type of undefined relationship for a while, he never showed any indication of it around others.

You rolled your eyes at his decision to sit so far away from you.

"Oh, hey Kacchan, we were just talking about how awesome everyone was in the training today. Especially me with my smart thinking~," Denki said with his usual sly smile.

"Tch- you're really thinking a lot of yourself after that aren't you?" Katsuki huffed out.

"Hey come on, you guys are always making fun of me for being dumb so- I gotta gloat my wins when I can, right?" Denki responded.

"Awe Kaminari~ we only make fun of you because that face you make when you fry your brain is so cute~," you said leaning over to pinch his cheek.

"Hey cut it out!" He exclaimed and swatted your hand away, a bright red blush illuminating his face.

Katsuki grunted and got up walking back to the elevator for the dorm rooms.

"You're leaving already?! You just got here man!" Eijiro called after him.

"Yeah, it's late," he said without turning around and continuing to walk to the elevators.

You jumped up and followed him to the elevator. The boys eyed you but didn't say anything and continued their conversation.

"The hell are you following me for?" Katsuki asked grumpily pressing the elevator button.

"No way you're going to bed, it's too early even for you," you observed.

The elevator opened and you both stepped in, "What do you care? Just go back," he spoke, waiting for you to exit, but instead you leaned over and pressed the button to his floor.

The elevator closed giving you both some privacy, "Why don't you just say you're jealous?" You asked bluntly, turning to Katsuki.

"HA?!" he exclaimed, turning to you, fury in his eyes.

"Come on you think that wasn't obvious? You got up as soon as I made that flirty comment at Kaminari," You challenged him.

The elevator opened up to his floor and Katsuki stormed out.

"Don't ignore me!" You yelled following after him.

Katsuki opened his dorm door and let out an annoyed huff of air when you slipped in under his arm.

"You can't run away from me you know," You declared. Katsuki angrily slammed his door and pulled your wrist up above your head, pinning you against the door. Any other person might have been afraid, but Katsuki's angry outbursts didn't faze you anymore.

His face was just inches away from yours and you could see the anger that flashed in his eyes ignited by his jealousy, "You know I fucking hate when you do that."

"Do what?" You asked, playing innocent as if you didn't intentionally flirt with Denki to piss him off.

"Don't play dumb with me," He growled. "You're so god damn flirty and it pisses me off, makes those extras think they have a chance with you. Especially dunce face, I hate the way he looks at you. Makes me want to explode the shit out of him. You're mine you know that!"

"Well- maybe they wouldn't look at me that way if they knew," You challenged him.

Katsuki let go of your wrist and stepped a few paces back from you, "I told you I'm not good at this shit." He said, crossing his arms.

"I'm not either Katsuki- but you sat the furthest away you could have from me down there-,"

"The fuck does that matter?? I was just sitting on the couch. Why the hell are you like that anyway? Do you like dunce face or something?" He asked.

You let out a sigh, "No of course not, I like you. I only did it because it pisses you off," You let out a small laugh. "I just want your attention that's all," you answered honestly.

"Tch- my attention? What a dumb ass way to go about it." He huffed.

"Told you, I'm not good at this stuff either. What if- I'll stop my playful comments if you make it obvious that there's... something between us," you proposed.

"Like what? You want me to hold your goddamn hand or something?" he asked.

Your eyes blinked wide. You were going to suggest just having him sit next to you on the couch next time- but this was much better.

"Yeah that's- that's good," you said trying to keep the excitement out of your voice. You didn't want Katsuki to see how much that actually meant to you.

"Fine, now get out, it actually is late now I gotta sleep," He grumbled.

You moved closer and placed a kiss on his cheek, "Sure thing Grandpa," you teased, and laughed as you left his room and made your way back to yours.

The following day, you sat in the common room around the usual couches the boys chose to hang out on.

"Man, today's lesson went way over my head, did any of you get it?" Eijiro asked looking distressed.

"Nope- Ectoplasm's lecture was impossible to follow," Denki said.

You were about to respond when you noticed Katsuki making his way to the couches. The boys continued their conversation while you eyed Katsuki, wondering if he'd stay true to his word. Katsuki silently sat next to you. Both hands tucked deep into his sweat pockets he looked away from the group.

"Bakugo, you're going to have to tutor all of us on the lesson today!" Eijiro exclaimed.

"Sure whatever-" Katsuki said still looking away from the group.

Eijiro looked at him curiously, wondering what was wrong, but decided not to push his friend and continued his conversation with Denki.

Without warning Katsuki pulled out his hand from his pocket and quickly grabbed yours, interlacing his fingers with yours. You looked down at your hands and then back up at him. He was still facing away from the group and his leg was bouncing up and down nervously.

Eijiro stopped mid-sentence at the sight.

"WHAT!?" Katsuki barked snapping his head to Eijiro.

"Nothing! Nothing!" Eijiro said quickly. He knew Katsuki well enough to know better than to make it a big deal.

The boys silently looked at each other and then back at you two stealing glances.

"If someone says a goddamn word I'm exploding them," Katsuki mumbled and turned to look away from the group again.

"So, anyway that lesson was awful," you said, encouraging the group to pick back up the conversation and not make a scene about Katsuki holding your hand.

"Yeah right-," Denki said and continued complaining about the rest of the day.

Katsuki gave your hand a slight squeeze, showing his appreciation.

Tags: @queenpiranhadon @unofficialmuilover @maddietries @fiannee @i-heart-carlisle @derangedmango @matchat3a @bakugouswaif

[ladybyakuya]

are we still friends? + (ren kaji, hayate suo, umemiye hajime, sakura haruka)

cws. | gn!reader, headcanon + scenarios format, sorta character study, fluff, angst, comfort. | redirect to blog navigation.

syn. | How do they react to confession when the feelings are mutual?

notes. | Will there be part two? who knows? but for now please have these. I forgot how to write smut so I'm writing fluff. 

☆ Ren Kaji: Ren does not like talking or listening so he pretends that he can not hear and with his headphones on it's easier to convince but when you specifically ask him to take it off so that you could talk it annoys him. He rarely takes his headphones off since it was a gift from someone. So all he does is to take the lollipop out of his mouth and say, "You can talk. I am not listening to anything," It really irritates you but you do not wish to act on it right now. He has started to grow a little too comfortable with your presence around him and maybe. . .just maybe it's time to create a ripple in his stagnant heart. At the rooftop of the school, where gentle breeze and sunlight prevails you say you like him and watch his eyes go bigger. He takes off his headphones with utmost haste demanding, "Say that again," but now it is your turn to annoy him. All your comebacks are full of: "no." , "Did you not listen when i said once?" , "This is why i told you to take your headphones off," and so on. You are so engrossed in conversing with him that you fail to notice his swift motion of leaning and planting a kiss on your cheek. Your lips cease to move for a while yet it is ever so quick and swift that it happens within a blink of your eyes. "Okay, I'll say it for you then," Ren says. Gulping and continuing, "Y/n likes Ren Kaji. and I like you too." in one breath and just vanishes out of your sight. The next few days he is spotted sleeping at unusual times because he has spent sleepless nights regretting why he did not take his headphones off.

★ Hayate Suo: Suo has known for a while that you like him. Well, he is not too sure but he always had a pretty good idea when it comes to emotions. He has probably known even before you that you could harbor feelings for him so when he hears the rumors from other students he does not react much except with some snarky comments to shut those rumors with his sickly sweet saccharine smile. But hearing it from you, at some secluded place near the bike stand of the school is certainly is out of the syllabus for him. At first, he does not know what to say, what to do, or how to react but when your eyes slowly look up to meet him the first thing he thinks if you did it because of rumors or some sort of dare. If so, then both are wrong. He thinks confession should come when it's time not when it is influenced by others. So, all he says is: "I know." eyes blinking a little too much, unable to consider you as his focal point. " I've known for a while." And then, he asks for some time to think about it which is unexpected because from what you have heard he has rejected every other proposal that came his way. You came prepared to be rejected when you decided to confess but this goes out of the syllabus for you too. So, you end up thinking if this is his new way of tormenting people who like him but he really needs time to properly think because he thought there is no way he thought you would like him back. He does not want to hurt you. That goes against his morals. He could feel his cheeks being warm, ears too, palms tucked behind his back cold, and rapid heart rate. "So, this is how it feels to be confessed."

☆ Umemiya Hajime: Being an older brother to everyone has never been a bother until he developed a gut wrenching crush on you or that is how he would like to put it. Not only that, you have developed quite a friendship with Kotoha ever since you started helping her out in her resturant. You are probabaly same age as her which makes things a little more complicated. Was it not enough that you might be under the impression that Kotoha is his girlfriend? Like most other people; But thanks to Sakura for clearing that confusion up. Still. . .still he feels his heart twist whenever he visits the resturant. All he does is to silently watch you. He could have easily creeped you out if you had not developed a crush on him. When Umemiya's visits became you became a little bold, like talking to him, asking about his day, exchanging numbers but never have been alone with him. He always comes with his band of boys. It denifitely nice to hear him laugh, talk and sometimes steal sneaky glances but it does not help with the wave of emotions he makes you feel. So, one day when the door bell chimed and as usual you said, "Welcome" looking in the direction of entrance ceasing your chores all you could do is stare for a moment since the customer is none other than Umemiya Hajime and he is all alone. So, you repeat again, "Welcome Umemiya-san." tearing your gaze away from him. "Kotoha is busy. Should I let her know that - he cuts you off with," i'm not here for her today." sipping water ever so slowly from the glass you just served on the coaster. Is he nuts? is he really doing this? Right now? why is he not freaking out? or maybe he is, internally, just like you. "I'm here for you today." And, when he confirms you turn around to get a proper look. 

"I see," you say.

"You didn't answer my call so i had to come here," Umemiya remarks. 

"so, you are here to scold me?" Umemiya's heart drops in some bottomless pit. He did not mean it to come out this harshly. He is just tensed, especilly after how you texted last night : "I like you Umemiya-san." 

"did you check your phone after last night?" and to that you just nod. You do not want to and who honestly would after confessing to the brightest star. You are so out of league from him. Umemiya smiles. "I see," he speak softly. He gets up and then he is about to leave but just before exting the door he says, "Please, check you phone."

★ Sakura Haruka: Sakura has a habit of talking, and going on and on about it unless someone interrupts. If possible, he would talk in one breath. So, when you say that you like him he dismisses it as a joke. "quit kidding. Nobody likes me. y'know that. . ." And there goes your probably hundred-and-fifth confession. He never takes it seriously no matter how serious you try to be Sakura manages to bungle up your intentions so quick yet you can not seem to blame him. If anything he is too honest, so often he comes as rude and obnoxious but his intentions are so pure that sometimes it makes you think can a person be this stupid? But this time when you confessed you thought this would go in the usual direction; him dismissing it as a joke but this time when he looks at you he is faced with something new, something he is not good at handling. "you. . . are you crying?" And it dawns on you how heavy your heart has become with his oblivious nature. all those "I like you-s." never reached his heart, only his head. You quickly wipe away your tears and try to cover it up with the most brilliant lie ever to exist. "It's just dirt." given his oblivious nature he is supposed to buy but he is asking questions again. "You. . . all these time. . . were serious?" Yes, you absolute dimwit. You can not even nod to confirm his thinking. You swallow hard trembling lips parting to speak and you are met with his chest with his arms wrapped around you. " I-I ... was told that if you like someone...you can hug them... y'know when they ...say they ...like you," he starts to stammer and it creates a swarm of laughter arises from your stomach. "Whoever told you that must know a lot about dating," you say having a fair idea who it might be.

[tvgals]

gojo’s daughter doesn’t know her mom. she’s never been around, nor does she want to be around. there’s been a few feeble attempts of her trying to get in contact with emi, but they all came up short, always ending in tears while gojo tries to console her in the walmart parking lot where her mother was supposedly going to pick her up.

this is a strange predicament, comforting emi in her bed while gojo was outside cursing out her mother on the phone. somehow, emi’s mother found gojo’s facebook account where he often posted pictures of the three of you, whether it’s at the pumpkin patch or just a simple run to target, he documented everything. she was angry, jealous even, that you were more suitable to be a mother to her child than she was, that she loved you more, because that all she’s ever known. so when she came across these photos, she was livid, posting nasty comments that were all alike in hatred.

he was furious , how dare she speak like this? as if he went behind her back, as if she’s ever been there for emi the way you have. “are you fucking kidding me? you’ve never been there for her, y/n has, she’s basically y/n’s child! you selfish little..” he hesitated. how could he speak like this to someone he once loved? well, he loved her enough to make a baby with her, but she didn’t love either of them enough to stay. “little what? go on, say it.” she coaxes him over the phone, a smirk being heard through her voice. “little bitch! you don’t care about her, you act like you do to impress your sorry ass family, fuck you, and leave us alone. you’re a pathetic excuse for a mother, if you can even claim that title.” and gojo hangs up the phone, walking back inside, huffing with anger. the entire time you covered emi’s ears to overpower the profanity spewing from her father’s mouth.

“daddy? are you okay?” she asks. she’s only six, which makes everything worse. she’s been let down almost 12 times in her short life, her feelings haven’t developed all the way for her to even understand the full disappointment of having an absent mother, but you’ve been there for emi, you’ve tucked her into bed, you’ve taken her out for her birthday, you’re her mother.

gojo lays in the bed with you too, fiddling with the hairstyle you’d put in for bed. “daddy’s fine, okay?” he smiles, kissing her temple. he looks up at you, seeing the tinge of sadness in your eyes. you hurriedly look away and look down at emi, smiling. “you ready for bed?” you ask, picking her up. “yeah! wanna read a longggg story!” she giggles, kicking her feet. you put her on your hip as you walk down the hallway. “oh yeah? who’s gonna read this longggg story to you?” you tease, sitting her on her bed. “you, mommy!” you stop in your tracks, your heart beat racing, mommy?! you’ve never even hinted at emi to start calling you that! you smile and grab a book, sitting next to her.

“yes mommy will.” you smile.

i didn’t mean for this to be long oops; also sorry for spelling mistakes lololol

[sunarinscat]

Oral fixation with Toge Inumaki..

warnings: A little nsfw below the cut, Toge spits in your mouth 🙈 might make a part 2 of this Drabble

You sit on the couch watching a horror movie, bottom lip tucked under your teeth as suspenseful music trills. Blues and purples from the tv illuminate the dark room as you cuddle into the blankets strewn across the couch. The movie is interesting but Toge’s eyes are focused on your mouth and the little indents your teeth leave on that plump bottom lip.

The suspense gets to you and you hide your face away into his arm, pawing sweetly at his chest.

Poor thing, you just can’t handle scary movies like this. It’s ok, he knows how to distract you.

His fingers come down to tilt your jaw towards him and his purple gaze shifts to your eyes then your lips. He slides his index and middle fingers into your mouth and presses down on your tongue, drawing a surprised whine from you. The girl in the movie shrieks and your eyes dart back to the screen, but Toge can’t have you losing focus. He opens his mouth to command you.

“Eyes over here baby.”

And you obey, mouth still agape as he moves the pads of his fingers along your tongue. He uses his other hand to force your jaw shut and you shudder.

“Suck on them.”

You couldn’t resist if you wanted to.. not that it’s a problem. Your tongue swirls around his fingers as you suck on them fervently. The movie was long forgotten. Toge watches with lidded eyes, heat rising to his face. He presses his fingers further into your tongue, the pressure making you hum as your eyes flutter shut. The hand holding your jaw travels across your body, teasing you. He traces the ridges of your collar bone and the muscles of your delicate neck. You know he won’t go any lower then that without making you beg. He eventually removes his fingers from your mouth and you begrudgingly let them go with a wet pop. They are covered in a sheen of spit that reflects the light of the tv. He holds eye contact as he puts his fingers in his own mouth, tasting you.

“Fuck Toge.. that was hot.”

He finally brings his hands back to your neck and lowers his face to taste your lips himself. He lands a quick peck before hovering just above you.

“Open wide babydoll.”

You open your mouth obediently, eyes hazy and unfocused. He snickers at your expression. He’s hardly even done anything to you.

“Stick that tongue out for me.”

He then gathers up a fat glob of spit on his tongue and lets it drop into your mouth. It’s so warm and sticky and disgusting but it makes you moan in response. He follows it to your lips, kissing you hard before you even have time to swallow his little gift.

He bullies his tongue into your mouth and feels every crevice his fingers had missed as his saliva mixes with your own. It’s slow.. and sensual.. and fuck your soaked. Your whines grow in frequency and volume as the kiss deepens. You let your hands wander up his shirt, feeling his hard chest beneath your finger tips. Then it’s gone.

His lips are off of yours in an instant and his hands leave your neck. He pulls his shirt down and lets a smirk tug at his mouth.

“Watch the movie.”

You can’t refuse. Your head snaps back towards the screen, eyes glued to the gruesome scene before you. You can’t help but whimper as you press your thighs together under the blanket, trying to relieve the heat rising in your lower tummy. Your hands wander to his body despite your fixed gaze.

“Toge…”

“Sit still.”

Your hand retreats to your lap and your left with drenched panties and nothing you can do about it. God he can be so mean.

Reblogs with tags are always appreciated <3

[bwabys-scenarios]

hi! Just wanted to request some jealous kurapika headcanons...👀💖 of course if that's alright with you!

Jealous Kurapika SFW+NSFW HCs

warning: creampie, breeding, slightly rough sex, marking

-you’ll know he’s jealous when he’s getting overly touchy with you. Usually he’s not one for lots of PDA in public, but will wrap an arm around your waist or kiss your temple if he’s feeling jealous

-if there’s someone he perceives as a threat that you interact with a lot, he’ll make sure to cover you in hickeys in spots that are hard to hide so they know you’re taken

-he likes to but you matching couples jewelry like necklaces and bracelets!

-gets a bit rougher after an encounter with someone he’s jealous of. he’ll hold onto your plump hips, fucking into you while murmuring that you’re his. might accidentally leave bruises from holding onto you so hard

-he doesn’t do this often, but if he knows you’re going to meet with someone he doesn’t like hell creampie you before you go so he knows you’re stuffed full of his cum while talking to them~

-will deadass stare down people with his scarlet eyes if they get too touchy/friendly with you. might even pull them to the side and threaten them if he’s pushed far enough

-has the urge to get you pregnant so everyone knows he’s laid his claim on you! Just seeing your belly round with his baby would ease some of the jealousy in his heart

-so damn possessive, hates when people say they’re your favorite person. no, he is!!!

[sunasbon]

you had planned this date for months expecting gojo to show up and make it special, but he was no where to be found. it was the second time he's bailed on you this week promising to take you on a proper date but failed again. was he toying with your heart? stringing your feelings along like a mere joke?. you felt confused as you sat there gawking at the luxurious atmosphere of the restaurant, you've begged gojo to take you to this since forever. the tables were all set with fine china the elegant chandelier hanging over the numerous of them, the crystal tear drops glimmered beautifully catching the light just right. dimly lit candles creating a warm cozy glow. the sound of wine glasses clicking together around you, all the couples enjoying their time. was these last few months of preparations all for nothing?

over thirty minutes passed by waiting for him to show, you felt a mixture of emotions rushing through doubt and frustration bubbling up inside of you threatening to spill over. your swiped your finger across the illuminated screen, a text notification bubble popping up at the top it was from gojo the fucking audacity of to text you at this hour? especially, being ditched twice in the same month.

"hey. . . im so sorry for running late , and I have something tell you be there in five m'kay?

*read 9 : 01 pm*

"fine. . you got five minutes or im leaving, gojo. . . '

*sent 9 : 0 2 pm*

*gojo read 9: 0 4 pm*

" im here."

exactly five minutes went had passed and you caught a glimpse of that familiar snowy white hair and tall slender figure strutting towards you in the restaurant. gojo was dressed in a slim-suit jacket that was matched with a striped tie slight undo hanging on by a thread. the white button down crinkled with the seems, the slight rip in between the fabrics wrinkled and messy. you noticed that he looked a bit roughed up, almost like he'd gotten into a dispute. his snowy hair was disheveled the strands of hair sticking to his forehead like glue as he scooted into the booth on the opposite side of you. was that lipstick on his neck in form of a kiss mark?

"-- look . . I know I've been late, but im here . . now. "

"gojo , . . . it took you almost two hours.. to get here. no phone call or anything..?!.'

" I know, I' ve messed up . . . but . . I also have a small confession."

. . . . 'what is it. . . ?'

". . . im sorry, . . I've been seeing someone else for the last few months.'

your world felt like it was suddenly coming crashing down as the realization hits you in the gut, a pang of uneasy washing over you in a instant. you sat frozen in the booth, heart ached and it felt like the entire world shattering all at once. you could believe to be betrayed by your significant other, torn apart, humiliated by infidelity. was this true his plan all along?...

you just were to blind by love to see it . . .

a/n : was feeling angsttyyy 🥹it’s 2 am (not proof readed) there’s not part two.

[hatakemrs]

Hq boys and the little things they do in their relationship pt.2

Warnings: None

Characters: Sugawara Koshi, Tsukishima Kei, Kozume Kenma, Bokuto Koutaro.

Pt.1 Pt.2

Sugawara would remember small details about you. And when I say small, I mean even the tiniest ones! This man doesn't forget anything when it comes to you. He knows your go-to-coffee order. How much spice you want in your food. He remembers every achievement you told him about.That one time you won a debate in 8th grade? Or the one time you won a race? He remembers everything. One day you were wearing your shoes and he goes, "You're not gonna put the left one first?", seeing you confused he clarifies, "You always put on your left shoe first." He holds your hands whenever he sees you playing with your ring or fidgeting your fingers because he knows you're anxious.

Tsukishima makes playlists for you. It's probably something dumb named like "Eww love songs" but will have the most soft comforting love songs. He will share the playlist with you but will never admit that those songs remind him of you because that's so lame right? Also shares his headphones with you and only you because he doesn't like sharing. Look I also kind of think he listens to Taylor Swift but will rather die than admit it but when you play a song by her you can see him lip sync the lyrics. When you send him a playlist of the songs that reminds you of him, he teases you but does he play that playlist on repeat? Yes, especially if he misses you. Kei would also make a playlist where you can add your favourite songs along with his.

Kenma is weirdly attentive towards you. 'Weirdly' because he will play a game and it might seem like his whole focus is on the game but he hears everything you say. You would be ranting about your day while he's on his console saying, "Why did you stop? Tell me what that friend of yours said next." He would get off the console after a few minutes of course but you're surprised that he actually attentive and remembers what you told him. "How do you do that?", you finally asked him one day. " Do what?", his eyes were fixed on the screen. "Play the game and yet hear everything I say?", he just shrugs and says,   "Kuro should get credit for that. When we were young, he talked about volleyball and I just played my game but I had to pay attention to him or he would get annoying."

Bokuto lets you put makeup on his face. First he didn't agree to the idea, but you somehow convinced him and now he asks you sometimes to do it. You put fake eyelashes on him and he was shocked at how good he looks with those. He also likes when you paint his nails. He always picks black nails but sometimes he goes for colourful ones. He would even let you style him for a date. His own fashion sense is….. well not good. So you're his personal stylist and he doesn't mind if you put a little makeup on when he goes out because it makes his face look better. He would even show off his nails to his friends (especially Aakashi and Kuroo) and tell them how much you love him. He would be so proud that he was dressed by his s/o. Most of his fans online loved and appreciated this while others criticised him as it was not manly but he didn't care.

A/n: Hope you guys liked it<3 Take caree <<3