#but doesnt know how to get your direct attention so he can kiss you

[hannieehaee]

How about Joshua with a s/o who always wears baggy clothes and doesnt feel attractive because she doesnt wear revealing ones ?

If u want to write it pls do it only if u are ok with it and feel inspired ♡♡

content: bf!joshua, established relationship, some talk about insecurities, fluff, etc.

wc: 605

a/n: so sorry i took so long to write this!!

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"hey, babe, have you seen my shirt? you know, the grey one with the loose neck? i thought i- oh."

"huh? what was that?", you asked as you took out an earbud, turning to look at the boy who'd been trying to call your attention.

chuckling, he rounded the kitchen island to reach your side, hands practically attaching to your waist like magnets as he aided you in removing the other earbud, placing both on the counter next to you.

"i was just wondering where my band tee went, but i think i have my answer," he chuckled, pressing a sweet peck to your temple.

"oh, fuck. sorry, josh. do you want it? i can go change," you went to disconnect from him, but he wasnt having it, instead nuzzling his head on your shoulder.

"hm. it smells of my cologne still," he said almost to himself, "you don't have to take it off. i like you in my clothes," he reassured.

you could only scoff.

"your clothes are baggy on me. just like all my other clothes. what difference does it really make?"

joshua shrugged, "just like knowing you're wearing something of mine. you're style's cute. you're cute."

"flattery will get you everywhere, hong," you laughed.

it was one of those nice, domestic moments that occurred every so often. you basked in it, enjoying it before the two of you went back to your regular days.

it wasn't until later that you started to think about what you'd said to joshua earlier.

you did have a tendency to wear baggier clothes. hell, there really was no difference between wearing something of his and a piece of your own. it was incredibly rare for you to show skin or any sort of silhouette, and those instances were really reserved for nights too warm to handle in which you had to opt for some shorts and a tank top.

but even then, you went for looser ensembles. clothes that showed your figure were never really your forte.

you couldn't help but wonder if this ever bothered josh. would he have preferred if your style varied more? what if he thought of you as a prude? maybe he-

"what's got you thinking so loud?", the boy in question interrupted your inner turmoil.

you hadn't realized as you sat in front of your vanity, face wash in hand and still unused, that you'd frozen in place as you thought. his presence in the restroom hadn't registered until he spoke.

"just, uh," you pondered as to whether or not to voice your concerns, but his compassionate smile reflecting on the mirror made you decide, "i was thinking that maybe you'd like it better if i dressed differently? you know, maybe show more skin?"

you voiced it as a question, insecurities building in you as you sought a direct expression of his preferences.

"are you kidding? i like how you dress. and it's not really something that bothers me. you're comfortable and you're beautiful. it's a win-win situation for me," he kind of chuckled as he spoke, finding your question very sudden and unnecessary.

"oh."

you felt a bit dumb now.

"has this been worrying you? you know i'm like obsessed with you, right? you could wear a trash bag and i'd still be as obsessed," he joked, closing in on you similarly to how he'd done earlier in the day.

he finished his statement with a kiss pressed to your lips, humming when you kissed back.

"this just gives me free reign of your closet. i hope you know that," you jested.

"baby, i'm rich. take whatever you want."

[feinyan]

DATING HEADCANONS ft. kinich, kazuha, xiao, scaramouche, childe and diluc.

kinich, who is blunt with his words and forward with his actions. who catches you off guard when he initiates without hesitation, or when he tells you what he wants in such a monotone voice as if his words didn’t make your heart skip a beat. kinich, who finds himself returning home from work exhausted, immediately collapsing within your arms, kisses gentle against your skin as he loses himself within your warmth. he isn’t necessarily too touchy, sliding his fingers where they find themself the most comfortable against the fabric of your shirt, his lips wet as he presses them against the nape of your neck, leading up to your chin. kinich, who is a listener. a boy who doesn’t speak much, but constantly has his attention on you. whether or not you think hes paying attention to you, he is. he remembers every detail you’ve spoken to him, important or not. kinich, who is the jealous type. despite not expressing it much — or at all, he can’t help but stare at people who talk to you too much, or get close for comfort. almost instinctively, he’ll reach for your waist, sliding himself almost perfectly in place beside you, hands grasped tightly against the fabric of your clothing whilst his eyes remain narrowed. kinich, who desperately craves your touch. would he express it? god no. hes quiet, rather keeping those feelings to himself, but hes such a sucker for the way you make him feel, all fuzzy and warm inside.

kazuha, who has the words to describe anything, who can turn anything into something romantic. but with you, for the first time, he’d struggled. struggled to come up with the proper words to describe the way he felt toward you. could words even explain these feelings? kazuha, who is a charmer. who writes love letters to you, a play of words coming from him that are so romantic, that put just the right feelings in your chest, that have you wanting more from him. nobody gets more sweeter than him, its sickening. kazuha, who is so reassuring and affectionate. soft kisses against your wrists and forehead which are his favorite places, affirmations and praise even for the littlest things. who wraps his hands around your waist or buries his head into the crook of your neck when you’re alone, losing himself in your warmth. kazuha, who is like a hero to you in a sense. it seems like this boy can do practically anything, an issue with something? fixed. help with homework? he knows it well enough to teach you. speaking of teaching, hes such a patient teacher! rewards you with sososo many kisses. kazuha, who has a daring imagination, hidden behind such a kind and innocent face. a bot who sure, comes off as someone who’d be good with words, but god the things he says are far much more than what you’d expect. hes a tease sometimes, romantic and coy both physically and with words, yet never forward with it. always dancing around being direct.

xiao, who always pays for you, no matter the cost. who surprises you with gifts that put you into his mind, who doesnt hesitate to spend if its for you. xiao, who struggles to express how he feels. who is overwhelmed with the feelings you put within him, yet its not necessarily a bad thing. who isnt good with words, yet expresses himself with actions. who holds your hand wherever you go, who opens doors for you and takes you to fun places some could only wish to venture to. xiao, who gets flustered over the smallest actions. you tying a scarf around his neck? hes avoiding eye contact, your smile might make him lose whatevers left of his head. even the hand holding hes oh so used to catches him off guard when the thought crosses his mind. xiao, who is sooo sweet. always dotes on you .. a little awkward, but thats okay. he adores you a ton, always catching himself zoning out in your direction or losing himself within your presence.

scaramouche, who is overprotective. not necessarily a new fact, but god nothing irritates him more than the way hungry freaks gaze at you. or the way people extend their hand with pathetic introductions in order to make attempts to seduce you. he doesn’t mind stepping in, nor does he mind putting people in their place. scaramouche, who couldn’t comprehend his feelings at first. should puppets even have the capability to feel this way? yet the way he felt around you, basking in your presence and warm touch, a kindness he wasn’t used to, these feelings felt so unusual yet unmistakable. scaramouche, who is direct. freakishly direct. when he wants something, he’ll tell you. he doesn’t avoid saying things, nor is he scared to speak whats on his mind. scaramouche, who finds himself concerned for you constantly. its not that he finds you incapable, but rather a fear on his own mind. a fear that something will cause him to lose you, something that affects him to think about more than he’d like to admit. he monitors your actions, lectures you for things he believes were irrational — some could call it possessive, but its in best interest. scaramouche, who flicks you on the forehead as a method of teasing or punishment. maybe its a little unusual, but it doesnt hurt that much! in a way, its a form of affection, special toward you.

childe, who is a big cuddler. hes such a lovebug, clinging to your side in bed, messy hair pressed against your cheek. his long limbs, sprawled out everywhere. night time talks are a big thing for him, sharing little stories and talks as you both find yourself slipping deeper into slumber. childe, who is a major kisser. who, if you forget to kiss him, whines and pouts like a child until hes given what he wants. who kisses you just about everywhere, who doesn’t have a favorite place to kiss because he loves everything about you! childe, who is suuuuch a act all nice guy. who finds himself jealous at the slightest interaction that isnt with him, giving such a cruel, threatening gave from behind, yet the minute they express a reaction or you turn to him, confused, he puts on such a sweet, endearing smile. childe, who adores your interactions with his family. he loves nothing more than his family members, and seeing you get along with them makes him feel something unexplainable. with you, he hopes to oneday have a family as endearing as his own.

diluc, who spoils you. who wouldn’t dare allow you to buy something cheap (unless it truly makes you happy) and doesn’t mind spending thousands for something little. he doesn’t typically irrationally throw money around, but maybe if its for you, he doesn’t mind. diluc, who calls you love, sweetheart, darling. words that leave your stomach feeling like its spinning diluc, who endearingly stares at you. who finds himself smiling by just being within your presence. who, when you smile in return, finds himself melting. diluc, who isnt a fan of pda yet will still give you small kisses in public. forehead kisses, lip kisses, hes not ashamed nor embarrassed, he’d rather just keep the deep parts of your relationship for your eyes only.

@ feinyan

[4pfsukuna]

No ordinary love

Debrief: Terry promises to come back in one piece and something about those pretty eyes has you believing everything he says.

Warning: fluff, angst, no weapon formed against me shall prosper but against this mans eyes? We never stood a chance.

Terry has always and i mean ALWAYS been persistant. If he had a goal he didnt care about obstacles; that didnt matter. He could sometimes be so one track minded and while you loved that about him its one of the reasons you and him couldn’t date.

“Still look as good as i remember” You hear and your keys fall from your hands with a loud clatter against the freshly painted porch. After a long day at the hospital being the head nurse may pay well but they make you work for your paycheck. And after your 9 ½ hour shift that was only suppose to be 3 just to help cover everyone’s lunch you were so over it.

“What you doing back in town?” You ask reaching down for your keys but he beats you to it taking the heavy grocery bags from your hands relieving your arms for a moment. He could be here today and gone tonight that’s how it was with him and your attachment issues just didn’t allow that, you needed a constant. Fuck the military and mcmap but you also couldn’t ask him to choose you or a career, so you chose for him.

“Damn no ‘welcome back, i missed you, good to see you it’s been so long’?” he jokes trying to look you in your eyes but you avoid eye contact at all cost. You would fold the minute you looked into those electric blue eyes and when he smiled at you instantly you were weak in the knees fuck standing up.

“Its been so long i guess i should enjoy this time i have before you up and leave” you snap before finally looking up at him and it’s his turn to look away. “If im lucky you’ll say something before you leave this time, hmm?”

And yeah he was fucked up for leaving with no good bye but this man was so unbelievably down bad for you that had you made the slightest indication of wanting him to stay he would’ve. You heald his heart in your hand with no regard or maybe you just didn’t know but to hold that much power over someone was insane.

You can’t lie thee Terry Richmond was a fine fine FINE man. God took his time with him if he took 7 days to create earth he took 8 to make Terry and watching him do all the manly things around your home never got old as he hummed along to you playing Sade.

“See something you like?” He ask looking over his shoulder at you as you take a sip of the moonshine from your cup pulling his attention.

“I love a good handyman… might have to get me one im trynna see what that be like” you throw shade sitting on the couch not expecting him to make his way over to you holding your chin in his palm as he directs your head up to him.

“You can get the idea of another man out your head, i got some loose ends im trying to take care of but it’s always gon be you mama… always has been.” He promises and its the one that he doesnt let anything get in his way but you didnt want him to break this. You look away before he squats down pulling your face to his again lips close enough to yours all he had to do was breath heavier and yall would be kissing.  

“So you finallygon’ let me take you out on a proper date?” He ask his lips brushing yours and you almost can’t even comprehend what he’s asking you feeling the heat buzzing so much between you two as it always did.

Your tongue grazes your bottom lip and he instantly follows it with his eyes before his thumb follows the trail. 

You and i, baby… This is no ordinary love you hear sades voice through the speaker and make the mistake of looking up into his eyes yeah he had you on lock and no key to be found as much as you wanted to stand up you couldn’t.

“Ill think about it” you murmur your lips brushing his before pulling away drinking the rest of your moon shine his eyes watching you with a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes. He needed to take care of those loose ends ASAP.

And when the morning comes he’s gone… as you expected. You didn’t expect a bouqet of roses and sunflowers on your living room table. You can’t help the smile, you want to be so mad at him but damn this wasn’t no grocery store bouqet this was some professional shit. 

Its another 4 days before you hear from Terry again, and in them 4 days you smiled on your way to work seeing the flowers although they would make you sad looking at them before bed. Just a reminder that all you had was an empty promise and empty bed never coming home to a man and really the only one that you knew was for you. Dating was pointless because none of them was him you didn’t even bother anymore yet he was probably out slanging dick left and right so before those thoughts can take over you submerge yourself deeper in the tub enjoying the lavender bubbles and cinnamon scent of the candles you lit.

Fuck, terry smelled like cinnamon.

“Oh so you do remember my number” You speak into the phone, sitting up a bit, voice raspy.

“I deserved that, how was work mama?” He ask and you instantly hear the frustration in his voice. He sounded tired, frustrated and like he wasn’t in the mood for shit yet he was calling you.

“You sound like your day was longer than mine” you admitted running your fingers through the bubbles and he chuckles.

“Yeah… just needed to hear your voice and I can get through anything. You like the flowers?” He ask and it sounds like he’s taping something a nervous tick you know he has. You don’t even let your mind wander into that territory just hoping it has nothing to do with his cousin mike who was always finding himself at the wrong place at the wrong time.

“Yeah a lot… you being safe out there? Wherever you are?” You ask and he laughs this time.

“Yes baby, gotta make it back to you in one piece” and he never said that before, never even called you. He must be in something deep.

“You in trouble with the law?” You tease earning another laugh and the sound of taping gets louder. Leave it to him.

“And im not your baby, either” you add and that makes him laugh… a real one you can’t hide the smile on your face just glad he can’t see it.

“That’s why you smiling ain’t you?” He ask earning an eye roll as you sink back further into the bath. Its silent for a second, a comfortable one and you close your eyes.

“Just…” you trail off not knowing what kind of trouble he was in. “One piece” you reiterate.

“One piece” he promises easing your mind  before catching you off guard. “You miss me?”

And you hang up the phone.

The next time you see Terry again is when you’re up in the middle of the night, unable to sleep. You’ve tried a bath, a shower, journaling, reading the Bible and even eating. Ok and maybe catfish, baked mac n cheese and cabbage wasn't exactly a late night snack  but it gives you a view of something rustling through the bushes outside and you're quick to grab the knife from the top of the fridge.

You don’t expect it to be a bloody Terry with two bullet holes one in his shoulder and one in his back not close to his spine but as a nurse youve seen enough  life changing accidents and you never wanted it to be terry so as you sit on the couch behind you cleaning his wounds you silently pray over him, for him to any God that will listen that this man lives and comes out on top.

“Baby?” He asks softly and absent mindedly you answer not even realizing he called you that; just that he called you. You were stuck in your own thoughts. you stay quiet for a moment until he looks over his shoulder seeing the emotions swirling in your eyes. Anger, sadness, worry maybe even regret.

“Baby girl i'd rather you just yell at me and tell me you hate me than silent treatment” he grinds his teeth turning back forward so you can finish. It feels nice being touched in a tender way he can’t remember the last time somebody did it's just been fighting for the past few days…weeks… months.

Years.

You don’t say anything at first you look for words to say until you think of the only thing you know that will get through his head.

“You promised… you promised me one piece” you feel your eyes start to water and hes quick to turn around quick to face you when he hears the tremble in your resolve.

“I am in one piece…” he tries watching the way your eyes start to water with tears and you stand up tossing the needle and thread onto the coffee table next to his empty plate.

“Are you fucking serious? This aint one piece! This is not a life” you finally yell at him before a tear falls yanking your hand from his grasp. “You and this disappearing act fucking sucks! I never know when you’re leaving or coming back if it’s for days or weeks and when you do come back you leave all these promises of being with me and settling down! When? When the next bullet goes through your spine and you’re paralyzed?” You snap harshly at him through tears you don’t even give him a second to talk or breathe.

“You never break a promise because you pussyfoot around what actually happened. Its like telling a lie— not telling the whole truth is still a lie. I don’t want no more of your promises or half truths.” And he opens his mouth to speak but you arent done yet now that he got you started he was going to listen to everything you had to say.

“ You don’t think I’m worth more than that? I deserve flowers…all the time. And dates not promises of one. I deserve a person i know i can rely on, someone i can come home to because THEY are home not the house. I deserve love and alot of it…all the love i give without expecting anything in return and you know what? Nah. I need that in return. And you can’t provide that so i gotta let you go cause it’s hurting me more to hold on” you cry but articulate so perfectly hes silent. It’s nothing he could say you read him like a book, tore his heart out like some flimsy pages and closed it shut like you closed your heart off to him.

Everything was falling apart, he didn’t think his day could get worse.  You had walked away and shut your light off making sure he heard you lock your door. Oh you were done done.

Leaning forward he drops his head in his hands you were the only thing keeping him at ease, the only thing keeping him going and without that he was fully ready to crash out. Ready to kill everybody in that crooked ass police station. Fuck peace, nah now he wanted problems. 

Terry was a man that didnt let nothing stand in the way of what he wanted. You are what he wants and right now he was prepared to burn the whole state down if it meant getting you back in his arms, but this time officialy.

Yeah they fucked with the wrong one this time. 

Cleaning up everything, the first aid kit, dishes and alcohol he had to clean up his act to he throws on a fresh shirt looking at the flowers you still had on the table even though they were starting to wilt.

You wrap yourself up in the blankets angry at how stupid this whole stupid situation was. It was starting to feel like that episode of spongebob where he keeps asking squidward “are you finished those errands yet” like an ass there are no errands squidward just didnt want to work and why were you so heartbroken over a man who didnt want to put in the work for you.

“Bitch and they were roommates” your coworker gossips over lunch just some leftovers you had thrown together though before you can ask any follow up questions theres flashing police lights, sirens and yelling making the two of you stand up and rush into the hall. Gossip hour would have to wait.

A familiar blonde girl gets pushed past you on a stretcher covered in glass and blood even blue lips. You know her, an unfortunate upbringing but she cleaned up even got a job at the court house and was in school for law.

“Summer?” You ask walking with the stretcher listening as everybody yells commands to another.

“You must be the girl… t-the girl he’s in love with” she smiles clearly dazed out of her mind. “He did 100 miles an hour with no tires” she whispers before passing back out.

Nothing she was saying was making sense and not that you gathered much but what you did gather is that there’s someone else in a car with her. Someone else that needs help so running back to the main entrance all you see is several shelby springs cop cars and damage to the front doors.

“One day somebody is going to take down those fucking crooked cops” you shake your head thinking maybe summer was to dazed and just saying anything.

“Baby girl” you hear behind you turning to see Terry who looks like he’s also covered in glass, this time a bullet proof vest a bouqet of roses and sunflowers in one hand and a vhs tape player in the other.

“Terry wh—“ he stops you pushing the flowers in your hand pulling your face to his and finally kissing you. His lips are warm and he kisses you hungrily holding you as if youre going to run when he lets go.

“Hey man” a security officer speaks up unaware of the situation, stepping too close for either of your liking.

“Shut the fuck up” he fucking barks before pulling you back to his lips licking into your mouth not caring about professionalism, or restraint just you… it’s always been you. Leaning back into the kiss giving him the same amount of passion and intensity he’s pouring into it you feel him relax with a slight groan.

Pulling back from him needing to breathe he chases your lips making you giggle.

“Stop denying me” he gruffs out only for you to swat at his hands pulling at his shirt to see if he's hurt anywhere but he shakes his head.

“One piece baby, i promised” and that was enough for you. No new bullets, cuts scratches anything. He heard you, heard your rant and didn’t say anything words wasn’t enough he had to show you.

“I also promised you a date… hows tomorrow night?” He ask before shaking his head pulling 3 crumpled hundred dollar bills out his pocket and tucking it into the front of your scrubs.

“Nah call out tomorrow, im picking you up at 6” he tells you with a smile this time shocked you pull him down for a kiss.

“Yeah… i did miss you”

[sinning-23]

Twice the Fun (Zoro x Reader x Sanji)

Because i need them both in a way that is concern to feminism and they could literally do whatever they wanted to me (respectfully) ahem. This ones for my sick, freak, nasty, touch-starved bitches It's really just prn with A LITTLE plot yall and a little more attention to detail.

18+ DUH?!

Warnings: Tagteam, creampie, gagging, choking, biting, scratching, p in v, unprotected, degradation, teasing, praising, spanking, double penetration (holy shit this is a lot even for me lol)

Hope yall enjoy (smut is a bit of a specialty of mine)

PART 2 HERE

Ps. PLEASE EXCUSE ANY SPELLING ERRORS!

What were you truly meant to do? Turn down the pair to try and make yourself look like less of a slut than you really were? Well, slut was kind of harsh. We'll say, more sexually inclined.

Yeah, that sounds classier.

Anyway, when Sanji and Zoro approached you in a more physical than verbal way, you couldn't decide whether or not you should say no to try and keep up an image they already saw past, or simply let them Eiffel Tower you. How the hell did you end up in this predicament in the first place???

___3 days ago___

You sigh, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you nudge the man beside you. You didn't quite care if he woke up or not, you'd just go to your other 'friends' room to fulfill your insatiable need for dick...and love and affection...but of course, Sanji didn't know that...and neither did Zoro and hell you'd like to keep it that way.

Perfectly balanced...sorta. Part of you feels bad though, you do love him...and Zoro too but damn it you just had to have them both. And with the way that two bicker and act like they can't stand each other, there was a fat chance you'd get your wish.

You nudge Sanji again, pressing soft kisses to his temple, and brushing his hair out of his face. He stirs, eyes slightly opening to reveal a set of lovely blues.

"Good morning. Pussy put you to sleep?" You tease, seeing him smile in recollection of the events of the night prior.

"Its not nice to tease." He groans, sitting up on his elbows and forearms to kiss your lips.

Its sweet, your heart stuttering with guilt. You know he loves you but this whole thing was supposed to be no strings attached. You pull away, noticing a brief hurt behind those eyes you just stared so lustfully into hours ago.

"Hurry up, youve got breakfast to make and I'm pretty sure someones getting a bit suspicious. You chuckle, pointing to the alarm clock.

He swears, shuffling a bit faster to find his briefs, dress pants, and shirt in a hurry. He doesnt forget to kis your temple before he leaves though.

"Come to my room again tonight, yeah?" He asks, and you nod. How could you not?

When you're sure he's long gone, you hide your face in your palms, groaning deeply before gazing into the mirror. Shit...he marked you up worse than before. You roll your eyes, that funny butterfly feeling filling up your stomach again. Damn him for making you love him. This wasn't the first time you'd have to cover up hickeys and it wouldn't be the last.

Your shoes echo down the hall a bit as you pass zoro's room now, curiosity getting the best of you. You crack the door open and there he is, pulling on that same old tan shirt over that damn gorgeous body.

"Good morning." You hum, slipping in and closing the door behind you.

He doesn't respond back, only nods in your direction. Zoro was more...blunt with these things. He thought he'd almost gotten perfect at hiding how he was feeling from you, but you had already clawed your way up and over the walls he put up. Essentially you could see right through him.

Before he can protest about you not knocking, you've got your arms around him in a hug, one he definitely needed seeing as he missed your touch far more than he would admit out loud. In his head, you were his girl. All his. He knew it wasn't true, this...whatever this was, being nothing more than a beneficial friendship. You weren't really his and it tore him up inside. He knows he loves you, but damn it if he admits it.

"Missed me? I see that look in your eyes Roro." You tease, knowing the nick name bothers him in th best way.

"I wish you would quit calling me that." He responds, letting his arms wrap around you to return the embrace, his chin resting atop your head. He needed you bad.

"Coming here tonight? Or do I have to drag you from your quarters to mine?" He smirks, making you laugh and bury your face in his chest. Gods he loved your laugh.

"How could I not?" You respond, swallowing a bit hard, knowing you were wrong for that.

Double booking a dick appointment was a big NO-NO. This leaves too much opportunity for one to find out about the other. But in hindsight, would that really be so bad? You wanted and loved them both, and being sneaky was starting to weigh on your conscience despite not being in an actual relationship with either of them.

"You alright?" He asks, cupping your face with his free hand. You drank up moments like these, it was truly a privilege to see the softer side of Zoro.

You nod, kissing him quick before making your leave.

The rest of the crew is already up and working on odds and ins of the ship. You managed your end of the chores, first mopping, then tying knots, and lastly laundry. You chatted with Nami, hoping a village is coming up soon but no luck.

Damn, the day had really gotten away from you. The sun was already setting and your heart sank to the pit of your goddamn stomach. It's sunset...which means night is right around the corner...

Oh fuck.

You scramble off the front deck and head straight to your quarters, skillfully dodging both Sanji and Zoro, who you had managed to have run into each other instead of you. Bad idea, because if you knew anything about Sanji, it's that he had a funny way of letting things slip rather sneakily. And if you knew anything about Zoro, its that he would easily catch a slick comment, and match it.

You lock your door, pacing back and forth in hopes of coming up with a plan. The truth? Yeah maybe tell the truth! You swallow your pride, taking a deep breath, only to head a kock at your door. Oh god. Your hands tremble, that sickly nervous feeling seeping into your pores. Its hot in here.

"Hey honey, um, how about we reschedule to tomorrow?" Sanji hums, something...off in his tone.

You pull the door open, that same facade over your face. You swallow, nodding at him in response.

"I see. I mean yeah we can. Something come up?" You ask, eyes shifting all over. You can bring yourself to keep direct contact with him and damn he can tell. You could've sworn that you saw someone turn the corner...was that Zoro. Nevermind that. Apparently, Sanji had said something to you but you hadn't heard it you were panicking so damn much.

"Uhh sure. You okay?" He questions, more smug than anything. He knows...

__2 days ago___

It was far too quiet for your liking. Sanji seemed to avoid you...and so did Zoro. Well, not really avoid you. In all honestly you were paranoid and reading into everything. You had FABULOUS intuition so when the energy was out of wack it went straight to your head.

They know. They have to. There's no way they don't. The two of them had gotten a lot bolder you noticed. It was all so clear to you. They were...competing almost. Zoro would leave his hand on your hip, and Sanji would roll his eyes. Sanji would pull your hair up into a ponytail to keep it out of your face when you were cleaning? Zoro would scoff and move on.

Okay, so they definitely knew. Now they were playing the "She likes me more game." That was the least of your concerns. If anything you were drinking up the attention. What you really wanted to know, was how they had found out about each other...the ship is small so that doesn't help the situation.

Today, you managed to find yourself in the kitchen while both your blonde and green-headed sneaky links were ALSO in the vicinity. You swallow hard, bidding them a good day whilst making your way to the fridge, which Sanji usually keeps locked up otherwise Luffy would get in it.

"Sanji, um, the key please." You ask, clearing your throat as the two seemed to watch your every move.

He smiles, stepping beside you, his hand trailing from your waist to the curve of your ass. He's grinning the whole time, his eyes cutting to Zoro before squatting down, using your leg as a means to steady himself to retrieve the well-hidden, key. His fingers dance over your thighs and inwards, just barely brushing over the crotch of your shorts. You yelp, tensing when Zoro gives a slight 'tch'

Sanji stands, plopping the piece of metal in your hand before returning to the stove from whence he came.

"Thanks." You rasp, fianlly feeling a pinh at ease before oepenign the fridge.

Too bad the peace only lasted for two seconds, becuse right when you had cracked it open, Zoro was already behind you, reaching for his desnated bottle of alcohol, his hand right at your waist, just where Sanji's had been.

Instead of squatting however, down to more or less 'politely' show ownership of you, Zoro opts to wind his hand back as far as possible.

SMACK

You yelp louder, steadying yourself agaisn the fridge as you moan at the sting. There was no doubt there was a bit of a mark again toyu melenated skin now. Zoro only grins, all too smug at Sanji's enraged expression.

"Thats it. You just have no sense of respect do you." Sanji argues, Zoro standing a bit taller now.

If you hadn't been squeezed between the two now, they'd surely be chest to chest. Your body is beginning to betray you, heat flooding your face and between your thighs. This wasn't about them. This was about you and who you liked more...They each wanted your attention. Rightfully so, I mean not only were you a sweetheart with a smart mouth but that mouth could do a lot more than just talk shit. And either one of them would be happy to accept death between your thighs.

"If you knew anythign at all, youd kne she likes a little desrespect." Zoro shoots back, your eyes widening.

"If you knew anything you'd know she likes being treated like a princess." Sanji scoffs.

"Lets not talk about me like im not here-"

You're cut off when they shoot that same look your way. A look you'd seen one to many times, bent over, facing a conveniently placed mirror...or wit your back against the matress, one of them over you while your legs cramp up from being so close to your chest.

Damn fr two guys who seemingly didn't 'get alog' they sure had a lot in common.

In the heat fo the argument, you slide pst the pair and out of the kitchen. Unfortunetly for you, a head of orage just happened to be outside and heard part of the last three statements.

"I dont even want to knw what or how you're gonna get out of this. Youll figure it out." Nami half encourages as you groan.

Is that what good pussy did to a mf? Start wars?! It blew your mind but you had less than a few seconds process to the situation. Before you could even realize what was happening, Zoro exited the kitchen and scope you up. And right behim him was a very serious, looking Sanji....

oh you’re so screwed.

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Authors note: HI YALLL ok so this one’s been sitting in the drafts for literally I wanna say a half a year now lmao uhhhhh let me know if you’d like to be tagged for pt.2 that’s where all the HOT SHIT HAPPENS! Anyway love you all! Drink water lol

[mayearies]

✩ ABC’S

sfw alphabet with miles. genre: floof

—‘A’ IS FOR AFFECTION (how affectionate are they?) holy moly is he attached to you. he will literally take your attention away from whatever it is you’re doing and direct it towards him. 10 hugs, 20 kisses a day, sounds about right for him. he annoys you with it sometimes but he’s a cutie, so he gets a pass.

“mamiii, focus on meee”

—‘B’ IS FOR BESTFRIEND (what are they like as a bestie?) he’s a pretty energetic person so expect to do some dumb shit with him. a jokester but also will listen to you rant and vent about your life and will do all he can to distract you from it.

—‘C’ IS FOR CUDDLES (how do they like to cuddle?) hes big on cuddling. quality time in general is important to him. if you don’t like that he doesn’t fw you. in some situations he would be the big spoon, others he would be little. doesnt matter. in fact he doesn’t even really know what those terms mean. he’s also a fan of skin to skin contact to expect his hands to be somewhere on your upper body.

—‘D’ IS FOR DOMESTIC (settling down? how will they be helping out around?) would want to marry you as soon as his parents give him the okay. he’s down tremendous for you. he isnt the cleanest person (did you see his room 💀). he kinda just throws things wherever they are supposed to be. not the best at cooking, either. the only thing he can perfect are probably waffles or pop-tarts.

—‘E’ IS FOR ENDING (how would breakups work out?) lots and lots of tears. it doesn’t matter if you broke up with him or he broke up with you, he would be crying. he didn’t think he would be able to lose someone like you.

—‘F’ IS FOR FIANCÉE (how do they feel about commitment?) he wants to get married as soon as possible. he always rambled on about getting married and the places he would take you, the things you would see. you would have to tell him to slow down before thinking about all of that, but he wouldn’t listen (playfully).

—‘G’ IS FOR GENTLE (how gentle are they?) oh, he’s really gentle. he’s into the slow kind of love. he can be rough if you want him to, though. just not really how he likes things to go. he’s got a sweet tooth for you and you have one for him. only comes naturally. a few kisses traveling from your forehead, down to your cheek, stopping at your collarbone is all he needs.

—‘H’ IS FOR HUGS (do they like hugs?) he loves hugs. love love loves them. he can’t go an hour without some type of physical contact from you. he gives the best hugs too, he gets it from his dad. he likes it when you compliment the way he hugs you, you call him your little build-a-bear.

“aww mami, i love when you call me that. it makes me feel special!”

—‘I’ IS FOR I LOVE YOU (how long does it take them to say the ‘l word?’) pretty fast. unlike his other counterpart, he is pretty head over heels for you. he would probably say it on the second or third date you two had, of while in the talking stage. he probably doesnt even really know what a talking stage is because it’s his first relationship.

—‘J’ IS FOR JEALOUSY (how do they get jealous?) he’s not easily jealous. he would let you have guy friends but they can’t get too close. this man can get predatorial pretty fast. he would brush it off, dismissing it entirely.

—‘K’ IS FOR KISSES (whats their kissing schedule?) hes all for kissing. i mean all. everytime he sees you expect a kiss. the spot changes everytime so he’s unpredictable. but each spot has been kissed at least once. his favorite place is your lips because he likes how they feel. when you kiss him, he shuts down. but if he had to choose, he likes when you kiss him on his forehead or nose. makes him feel comforted.

—‘L’ IS FOR LITTLE ONES (how are they around kids?) kids like him, and he likes kids. more or less he tolerates kids. with him being spiderman, many see him as a rolemodel. i mesn, he does have his own cereal. and christmas song.

—‘M’ IS FOR MORNINGS (how will your mornings go?) scrap the morning routine, it does not exist anymore. he will tangle you in bed with his limbs and hold you there until he’s ready to wake up with you.

—‘N’ IS FOR NIGHTS (how will your nights go?) they're pretty much the same as the mornings. he just wants to drag you to bed and cuddle all night until the sun rises. something he always looks forward to.

"please come back to bed, i can’t live off of me dreamin’ of you."

—‘O’ IS FOR OPEN (when will they tell you about themself?) he would want to get as comfortable with you as possible. if you ask him a personal question, he might be hesitant to answer it but will come around sooner or later. he would let certain details about himself slip by without knowing what he just said.

—‘P’ IS FOR PATIENCE (how patient are they with you?) he's pretty laid back with you. he isn't one to get upset easily. but if he does get upset it might be over little things.

—‘Q’ IS FOR QUIZZES (how much do they remember about you?) he tries to remember everything about you. emphasis on try. sometimes he might forget and with acknowledging on how forgetful he is, he will write important details about you in his sketchbook.

—‘R’ IS FOR REMEMBER (what is his favorite moment in your relationship?) his favorite moment? everything he's done. but if he had to choose it would be showing you his sketchbook that had a section dedicated to drawings of you, or that time you complimented his nose.

—‘S’ IS FOR SECURITY (how protective are they of you?) he's really protective. but he can't always express it. when he has his spiderman suit on, and say he's saving you from being robbed or hit on by someone else, best believe he will step in with that deep voice to protect you.

"thanks, but do i know you from somewhere? your voice sounds familiar." "whattt nooo! i've never seen you before in my life!"

—‘T’ IS FOR TRY (how much effort do they put into dates? special occasions?) depends on the day. if it's pretty busy with crime, then he would take you bowling or something along those lines. if we're talking a normal date, a normal date for him is doing graffiti in the subway and running from the po po.

—‘U’ IS FOR UGLY (what's a bad habit of theirs?) he can be sassy, as sassy as you. he does this when he's irked or annoyed. he has the most eligant eye roll for some reason too?

—‘V’ IS FOR VANITY (how insecure are they?) can be pretty insecure sometimes, but you don't mind assuring him he looks good. sometimes, he thinks deeply about how he got with someone like you. if he could live up to your expectations. but him being himself is all you ask for.

—‘W’ IS FOR WHOLE (would they feel incomplete without you?) yes.

—‘X’ IS FOR XTRA (a random headcannon about them?) he probably has tagged you somewhere throughout brooklyn where only he would know. consider it his safe space.

—‘Y’ IS FOR YUCK (what are some things they dislike?) he wouldn't like someone who lies often (💀), makes the whole time he spent with you seem like a waste of time.

—‘Z’ IS FOR ZZZ (some of their sleeping habits?) he's a pretty messy sleeper, on top of that—he's a heavy sleeper. he can sleep through almost anything. so, here's what is expected. you fall asleep envoloped in his arms as he lays in your chest and falls asleep to your heartbeat, then you wake up to the feeling of sheets everywhere, pillows gone, and him spread out on your bed.

© mayeluvsu 42 version

[athycore]

“ How dare you…”

Twst wonderland dorm leaders with a daki!Reader(demon slayer) ft: Riddle, leona, Azul.

!They/them reader!

Riddle:

When he first saw you he was starstruck. The most beautiful thing he saw. He bumped to a pole due to staring at you too much. He would describe your looks as “something he has never seen before” or “They are like an aurora…” He found your beauty intimidating, he was scared to approach you. yet he did anyways. Safe to say, he was hooked. Your eyecandy looks, with your confident attitude really had him weak in the knees. He felt like he NEEDED to be by your side at all times…he felt worried that something or someone will steal you away, but he’s confident enough that you wouldn’t replace him. With his tight schedule he tries his best to see you as many times daily or he would go insane. He looks for flowers or rocks that remind him of you and apply magic to make 10x shiner then the average just to get your attention, hes a sweetheart and the very least you can do for him is stare in his direction.

“May i ask your name? You have caught my attention…”

“…ofcourse, i always do.”

Whenever you get together is up to you but he is the most respectful gentleman ever. He opens the door for you, kisses your hands, spoils you..and whatever he can do to make you feel like a goddess. He brings you the most beautiful roses, and treys best cooking just to get a glance at your mesmerizing face. But who can blame him? Everyone in NRC are awake of your presence and have set you as the face of NRC along side Vil.

Leona:

He saw himself in you, he wont deny, your looks are to kill for. Its your attitude that sets him off a bit. But its nothing he cant handle, he enjoys a women who acts like she owns the world because with him, you might as well. With his massive amount of money he spends on it with clothes to suit your pretty ol self. Expensive jewlery, the best food of your life, the silk dress along with a ring customized by him for you only. Although hes lazy, he would always make time for you, afterall, you are his and he is yours. He naps whenever hes with you, whenever you like it or not, he lays his big head on your lap when your doing skin care, or makeup, or anything realated that keeps you busy from looking down.

“I didn’t know which necklace to get you..so i got you all of them.”

“Awh..you didnt have too…(he definitely had to).”

Aside from that hs trusts you and follows your every words. Afterall he is a beastman and they have the moral of women notability that women should always be treated with respect. With that being said, it doesnt matter what you are, or who you identify as, he will treat the best. He believes you as above then everyone so kiss his head and remind him hes by your side.

Azul:

To say he’s obsessed is an understatement. Never in his life has he seen someone like you, gorgeous and cocky? Count him in. He approaches you with the intent to make a deal for you to sing or perform at monstreo but you dont buy it, you arent stupid. He walks you to class, buys you food, anything really just to try to make a deal. Its almost too much but its not like you dont mind, afterall, he is spoiling you without realizing it. He shows up at your dorm, on his knees, making the eels hold the boombox and a poster. Tho while trying to convince you, he fell for you, HARD. He doesnt realize it as he believes its all for business(its not).

“My i believe this should do the trick..”

“No. But i appreciate it!”

He simply adores you and wants to show you off. By doing so he offers everything to get on your good side, free clothes, designer bags, even those expensive figures. He wants you and everyone else to know that he only has eyes for you and that hes the first by your side. Your always there in the lounge of his office, while he works on his paperwork, you do your makeup or whatever and he cant help but constantly take peeks at you for you are simply to beautiful to resist!!

[forgedraptor]

Law has seen how Luffy looks at everyone, with a sunny grin and a boisterous laugh, with happiness and fondness, but never love. never affection of a heart in irregular beat, of sweaty palms, flying insects buzzing your stomach, blood rushing in different areas of your body, of dilation of pupils and more

its never the type of love that leaves the other person breathless, of an electric charge when one or the other gazes at each other for too long, of soft caresses, and soft kisses, of loud beating hearts and loud moans, of sweat or passion or wet smacks of lips leaving and meeting. nothing of that, nothing of what Law craves, nothing of how Law loves.

And the thing is, Law has seen Luffy in a lot of different ways but in his silent observation, he has not seen Luffy fall in love. Yes Luffy can feel love but its a very different type from Laws, something all encompassing, something light, something shared.

Its tender hugs and laughter, of eating together and sharing of stories, its a stable, reliable, comfortable companionship with others that brings contentment and security in ones soul, like a home you come back to after a long day, or a cozy room with blankets around you as the rainy day outside passes by, its something familiar, maybe even familial and something beautiful and special and lovely; but it is not romantic love. its not Laws love for Luffy.

But Law doesnt mind that at all, in all honesty hes always believed that Luffy is fine the way he is, even before he had fallen 60ft under and inlove with the strawhat wearing boy.

Luffy should never be afraid, should never doubt himself and his love for other people. It is as strong as amazing as any type of love that exist, it is something Luffy should never be ashamed of. For it is simply love, just a different type of love. and Love has so many aspects and variations. and every single one of them is beautiful.

the only difference is that Luffy has always loved platonically, and Law, like most of others that fall into the gravitational pull that is Monkey D. Luffy, is in the opposite side of that spectrum. He loves Luffy.

He wants to hold Luffy, he wants to keep him close, he wants to hold his hand, to keep them intertwined, he wants to keep seeing Luffys smile directed at him, he wants to be the cause of that smile. And Law knows that all of these he can have if he simply asks, but the thing is that it doesnt end there.

Because Law wants to be greedy. Sometimes, when hes lost in his own thoughts, he wants Luffy only for himself. wanting to keep him away from everyone else, to keep this little bottle of sunshine only for himself. he wants Luffy to only look at him, to only smile a certain way, just for him, he wants to feel special. he wants to be Luffys everything just as Luffy is his.

and how terrifying is that thought? wanting to keep the sun for yourself, wanting to lock them away so only you could see them.

its frightening, its disgusting, its something Luffy doesnt deserve.

because Luffy is the sun, and Law is simply the moon, hes just a part of the gigantic solar system that surrounds and gravitates around that life giving star. Law is that of a distant rocky satellite, so far away also stealing and basking in the suns rays, not even close to the fiery powerhouse that is Monkey D. Luffy. and Law, like the moon, just wants to exist next to the sun.

he doesn't need to be seen or known, he doesnt need to be given special attention, hes just a lowly planetoid and just getting close to that glorious ball of sunshine would destroy him, so hes content where he is, admiring his bright little firelight from afar, sometimes trying to reflect its rays but most times, just enjoying the feeling of being the suns companion and friend, even as he vehemently denies it. For there is beauty on how Luffy shows his affection to others, and Law loves to soak it all up when he can.

thinking more about it, Law wonders if the flowers only started to grow because he started to want more than what he knows he deserves

is it because of how he yearned for Luffy? how he has wired his brain to keep his emotions underwraps but his body keeps doing the opposite? how his hands brush over Luffy whenever he could, how his touch would linger, how his eyes would linger and how he would sometimes loose himself in the thought, the feeling, the delusions, of what it could be like to be romantically involved with Luffy

maybe the clash between his mind and his heart is what caused these sprouts to grow in the first place.

in a way, the flower that the world decided to slowly kill him is a mockery of his thoughts and his feelings for Luffy. a sun flower. a fucking sunflower is growing out of his lungs and slowly suffocating him.

how fitting that its the one type of plant that cant seem to look away from the sun.

just like him.

the world truly does have a morbid sense of humour for Law doesnt it?

[wriothesleybear]

Hii I'm a big fan and I love your work 🛐

I've never done this before but I've been having thoughts 👁️ thoughts have been thunk about being in the bathroom talking to Wriothesley while he shaves his beard. Super domestic but it's also somewhat intimate y'know? Just having a nice chat at the start/end of the day and then at the end being able to rub your face against his freshly shaved face like HELLO?? This man has altered my brain chemistry 👩‍🦯I was wondering if you could perhaps elaborate on that a weensy bit 🤏or you can even go in your own direction for it 🕺

- purple anon 🪻

it makes me happy that you like my work! thank you purple anon🥹❤️ i love seeing fanart of wrio being a hairy, burly hunk with a beard and hair on his chest. ugh just does something to me🤭 i hope this is to your liking purple anon🥰(sorry it took so long)

you'd probably sit on the counter next to him or on the edge of the bathtub while he shaves his beard. talking about each other's day, plans for dinner, anything really. you usually get mesmerized while watching him shave his beard. noticing how careful his is as he runs the shaving razor on his neck, cheeks, chin. you asked him once if you could put shaving cream on his face for him and he let you try but you just messed around with it by putting it all over his face. so he doesnt let you do it again after that day lmao. but he will allow you to wipe his face clean of any left over spots of shaving cream. he loves how gentle you are when you do it and its a good excuse to get you to pamper him. he would probably shave every 2-3 days. if it's in the morning when you two are getting ready, he would shave while you are busy doing your makeup. if it's at night before bed, he would be shaving while you do your skincare and getting ready for bed. ngl you prefer him shaving at night because you're able to fully appreciate his face. once you two are settled in bed cuddling, you nuzzle your face in his neck, enjoying the scent of his aftershave. you'd rub your nose or cheek against his, leaving kisses here and there, enjoying the feel of his smooth skin against yours.

after he's all clean shaven and finished cleaning himself up, he'd turn towards you, asking you how he looks. you always give the same answer, "handsome" as you cup his cheeks and rub your thumb against his smooth skin. he'd wrap his arms around your waist as you lean against him, occupied by admiring his beautiful face. you'd trace your fingers on his skin, then pull his face close to yours, giving him a light kiss on his lips. moving your lips over to the corner of his lips, traveling to his cheek, leaving another gentle kiss. you explore the rest of his face, leaving feather light kisses against his skin, all the while, he has his eyes closed and holds you tighter, thriving in your affection. you finish by leaving one last kiss on the tip of his nose. opening his eyes, he gazes at you with a love struck look and slightly redden cheeks. he'd reciprocate your nose kiss by leaving one on yours as well. he leans his forehead against yours as you gaze into each others' eyes, enjoying each others' presence in the peaceful moment. he probably would never say it out loud but he looks forward to his shaving days because he knows you'll end up smothering him in your affection and attention which he craves.

[chiiyuuvv]

requests open you say? this request might sound basic so sorry about that lol can you please do something about minjae + the reader (that are dating) walking in town then find a photo booth and so they decide to take pictures inside? sorry if i worded it wrong or its too boring or whatever lmao but tysm if you do write something for this

• PAIRING — bf!minjae x fem!reader

• GENRE — established relationship, fluff, like really fluffy, minjae is whipped for reader, like adores reader smm

• WORD COUNT — 392

• AUTHOR'S NOTE — so sorry this took so long 😭😭 happy 400 btw!

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Your intertwined hands swing back and forth as you walk around the mall with pride, your boyfriend pointing to the mannequins in the display windows of the little shops, presenting their line of beautiful jewelry he thought suited you well.

And so his hand on yours tighten when he turns you to the entrance of the shop, only stopping and looking down in your direction when you tug his shirt, alerting him of something. "What is it?" His gentle voice would have send shivers down your spine if you were paying attention, but you were too entranced by the huge box in the back corner, the screen showcasing the hundreds of pictures others took.

"A photo booth??" Minjae askes in confusion. He was just about to give you princess treatment, letting you get whatever but instead you want to go to a photo booth? He didnt get the interest in it, you could just whip out your phone and snap a picture right now if you wanted to, why pay for it?

But when he looks back down at you, your doe eyes big and your lips in a pout, your hand that wasnt intertwined with his pointing to the object like a child, he knew he could never say no to you, a sigh leaving his lips as he lets you drag him to the back corner.

Although he acts annoyed, he feels happy knowing that you were happy, willing to do anything to make that smile of yours widen. So when you tell him to kiss your cheek, he does it without a thought, his head elsewhere as he thinks about how fond you were to him, how he'd do anything for you, no matter if it was big or small. He loved you.

He doesnt even notice his hands crawling up to your cheeks, cupping them as a shiver leaves your body. Your eyes find his and you feel lost, his gaze too strong for your heart when he looks down at your lips, savoring them in a fiery kiss. The only thing that breaks you two apart was the loud flash given by the camera, minjae looking away to scratch the back of his neck, his cheeks on fire as he thinks back a few seconds prior, about how he conveyed his feelings for you, all through kiss.

[suengmi]

arguing with seungmin bc he doesnt display his affection in public so you think he’s embarrassed of you or doesnt love you. hurt/comfort pls

genre: long time friends to lovers, romance, angst/hurt, gn!reader warnings: cuss words, lil heated smoochin, mentions of intimacy, drinking/mentions of alcohol, eating/food, mentions of anxiety, not completely proof read!!!! i will fix any mistakes in morning!! word count: .............3k.... oops -- part 2 -- part 3

a/n: omg absolutely!!! i hope you like what i've written!!!!! i rly enjoyed writing this also seungmin doesn't get enough love... ill die on that hill anon

but yeah i did a bit of a back story for this and got carried away WHY DO I HAVE TO GO SO HARD I HAVE THINGS TO DO

♫ currently: running through the rain - yugyeom

╌╌╌╌ "is it me?"

you remember the first time you met seungmin. it was in year 11 high school, a while back now. you remember how it was raining the day you met, you remember how he was sitting in your allocated seat (the back row on the left). you remember how it was science class with the teacher who had bad teeth. you remember his bug eyes wide while scrolling through his phone and his fringe sitting on the top of his square glasses. you thought he was cute, in his own world mindlessly focused on his phone.

and you especially remember the way his head turned slightly as he was looking at his phone, bottom lip gently being chewed on while he was deep in thought.

but all of that seems distant now when you can feel the lump in your throat, almost like you're going to cough. "i think i like you?" you say in a confused tone, basically like a question you probably meant to think and not say out loud.

it had been about 7 years since you'd known seungmin, best friends ever since. he had been there through everything. your break ups, your ups and downs and you for his. you'd seen each other naked, seen the worst of each other but also the best. you had grown together as friends but more importantly as individuals. he cooked and you cleaned, it was a give and take.

seungmin had recently broken up with his partner of 2 years, and for some reason everything about them gave you the irk. the way they looked at him, the way they talked to him and especially the way they kissed him. every time you witnessed the displays of affection, a low twinge would sink into your chest. 'i just don't like them.' you'd say whenever seungmin confronted you about your attitude.

"you what?" seungmin laughs lightly, attention turning from the tv to you, chowing down on the kebab he had bought after you and your friends had a night out.

you take a sip of the coke in your hand, "yeah, i dunno."

seungmin laughs once more before realising that you might be serious. his expression turns sour, lip curling upward, "psh, you wish." he jokes, trying to brush off the probably drunk talk.

you needed to try something.

"seungmin, hey." you try to say softly, but it comes out more like a demand for attention. "i'm gonna try something."

he turns his gaze to you, eyebrows raised and mouth probably still full of kebab and kind of looking like a chipmunk. you stare at his lips, and you feel like he knows what you're going to do in a way. he swallows, but does nothing, just sits still and waits for your next move.

your kiss is gentle, lips just barely pressing to his. but within a moment you feel him press back against you, almost aggressively. it sends jolts down to your lower stomach, strokes of tingles running up and down your body. you can feel the way he's asking for permission to enter, just to taste a bit more.

so you allow him entry, feeling the softness of his breath against your lips as he changes directions. you let out a soft whine as he kisses you deeper, his body now aiming to lean over yours.

"'fuck.'" you pull back before he can deepen the kiss that's possibly gone too far. he's left slightly confused, but continues to take another bite of his kebab, as if nothing happened.

you groan in annoyance, arms falling beside you, coke spilling on the ground. "fuck, i do like you."

he chuckles, definitely not even worried about what just happened, "makes sense why you didn't like my ex, how long?"

-

you didn't talk for a day after, trying to process everything that happened. you left his house without a single thought, fleeing the crime scene you left behind.

it was a waiting game, seeing who would cave an text first. it wasn't like you hadn't kissed him before, a few times over the years - just as an affectionate gesture of how much you loved your best friends (which mostly happened when you were drunk).

as if ripping you from your thoughts you hear your phone buzzing on your lap.

"shit." you mumble under your breath, looking at the flashing photo of seungmin. it was one he sent you back in your days at university together when he did a charity event for kids. extra credit and all.

you let out a defeated groan, flapping your hands on the couch. you let out a held breath, composing yourself in time to answer the phone, you know that he'll just call ten more times if you don't answer, he always did.

"what?" you say stern, it was common for you to answer the phone like this.

"what?" seungmin mocks you before speaking plainly, "what you doin' tomorrow?"

you get up from the couch, walking towards your bedroom just to get your body to move. "nothing, day off."

"let's go out."

-

so yeah, this is how you ended up in this situation. you had been out a few times, just getting dinner but everything seemed normal at first? he hadn't made a move, just bought you dinner and taken you out more than usual. he didn't hug you like he used to, if anything he was keeping his physical distance. you were beginning to think he just wanted to forget about it, the kiss and the whole damn night of flirting you seemed to forget you did. it had been a month since this mess, a damn month.

you had spoken to a few of your other friends about it but no one had answers. anxiety welled up in your chest anytime you wanted to bring it up, knowing that the answer might not be the one you want.

it was getting to the point where you could barely sleep.

-

it was about the seventh time seungmin had invited you out on a 'date'. the clouds were hovering in the sky, looming over as if a bad omen. you two had decided to go and get some new clothes, but ended up with nothing but bubble tea and a few snacks, a recurring theme in your friendship all these years.

seungmin was talking about a new game he was playing, speaking intently about how his kill count was better than the rest of your friend group.

you looked down at his hand, just hanging by his side idly. you wanted to hold it, to feel his hands in yours. you were desperate to know what it was like with these new found feelings. to get even just a taste of the feeling you had that night you kissed.

so in step, you muster the courage to do so. you grab one of his fingers as you both continued to talk, hoping he would think nothing of it. unfortunately you were met by a jolt, seungmin pulling his hand back within a second.

he pretended it didn't happen, continuing to talk about whatever he was just now.

you stop in your tracks. it only took him a moment to notice, his expression blank as he turns to you. "you good?" he questions, taking a sip of his bubble tea.

"is it me?" you spit, anger laced in your tone.

"what?"

"what the fuck are we doing seungmin? is it me?"

he lets out a breath, rolling his eyes, as if he know exactly what he was doing. "i don't know what you mean."

he was playing dumb. he knows exactly what he did, he knows exactly how you feel. he's the one that asked you out, he's the one who asked to take this further.

"we go on dates, well," you huff, "not even-"

"and?" he questions interrupting you, feigning ignorance slapped on his face.

"are you... embarrassed of this? of what we're doing? are you just doing this not to hurt me? the fuck is wrong with you?"

he licks his lips, eyes avoiding you at all costs. "i genuinely don't know what you mean."

you scoff, the audacity of him taking you by surprise. "don't play dumb."

he says nothing, eyes downcast and guilty.

"you don't just- just kiss me back, then call me and ask me out and leave me hanging for a fucking month, a month seungmin! if you don't have feelings for me then fucking tell me. i'm not a little fucking baby, i can handle it." you feel tears well in your eyes, your tone accusatory and pointed.

''it's not that-"

you control yourself, resisting the urges to cry, "oh what is it then? you just enjoying playing with me like you played with your ex for those last six months?"

seungmin juts his jaw, anger sudden and present in his expression. "that's unfair."

you smile in disbelief, tongue running over your teeth, feeling almost insane at this point. "it's not."

you both stand in silence, trying to grasp at the right words to say but you're just hurt. so fucking hurt and you don't know if you'll ever be able to recover from this. seungmin knows you hate dishonesty even if it hurts, but he can't muster the courage to tell you what's really bothering him. you're surprised by his next move.

"it's you!" he blurts out, definitely yelling at this point.

"oh so it is me? i'm the fucking problem?! are you that embarrassed to be with me? do you just...not love me? ugh, fuck you seung-"

he raises his free hand forward in submission, trying to rectify his point, "it's because it's you. it's just... you." his expression turns somber as he speaks.

you frown, mouth open ready to say something, nothing comes out but, "elaborate."

seungmin sighs before throwing his bubble tea now empty into his bag. "it's just..." he trails off. you give him a moment. he had always been like this, not knowing the right words to say.

"i've been having trouble with... this." he speaks slowly, his eyes avoiding your own, gesturing between the two of you.

"obviously," you say in a snarky tone.

seungmin points to the set of benches near by. you walk before him, sitting down on the bench. he slowly sits next to you, little too close for the moment, his thigh is basically melded against your own. you were used to it after all, knowing each other all these years. closeness wasn't something you were afraid of but now, it made you uneasy.

"i know you like to interrupt but just... hear me out, okay?"

your lips curl to the side as you fold your arms over your chest at his remark, he's right though.

you just nod, willing to hear what your best friend has to say. any answer is better than not knowing what the hell was going on.

"that night you kissed me," he begins, looking out to the dark clouds, "it honestly... i don't even know what to think of it. i kept replaying it in my head, it's not like we haven't kissed before you know, and the fact that i kissed you back..."

you nod at him, understanding what he's beginning to say. fuck, he's going to do it. he's going to break my fucking heart.

he sighs, his hands fumbling in front of him, "it kind of makes sense doesn't it? you know my ex and i... i was completely empty for those last six months. they started to, i guess, notice things about you."

you frown in thought trying to put a finger on what he was talking about, arms still folded in front of you.

he starts speaking again after taking in a deep breath. "there was a night before we broke up. they couldn't stand you, couldn't stand the relationship we had and how long we had been friends. i just assumed it was because they were insecure, not because of us. but i think-" he pauses for a moment, gathering his thoughts, "i think they knew you liked me and that i favoured you over them. maybe they just saw it before we did."

you speak after a moment of silence, "before saw what? our feelings?"

"yeah," seungmin laughs, his head jerking to the side, "sexual tension so thick you could cut it with knife apparently."

you hum, kind of picking up the pieces now, sensing the direction it's going. "alright..."

he stands up and speaks plainly while walking in a circle, feet kicking some rocks on the ground, "you know every time you've stayed over, prior to you know, that night. i honestly just..."

"seungmin-" you interrupt, standing from your seat.

"let me finish." he says sternly, eyes still wondering around anywhere but you. "after we broke up, i started noticing things about you. like... things. maybe even before."

you hum, sucking on your top lip, listening intently to what he's saying. you're doing your best not to interrupt, words practically wanting to jump out of your mouth but you know he needs some time to speak carefully, to form the words he needs.

"you remember when you stayed at mine the night after i broke up with my ex?"

you think hard, remembering how confused he was that it happened. he never told you the exact details of what went on but you know if it was necessary to tell you he would of.

"mhm..." you nod, letting him continue.

"i thought, i thought i was just looking for comfort. you're my best fucking friend, and yeah, that's what best friend's do you know? and what i was thinking about you was just... nah. i hated myself for it, hated that i looked at you differently. hated that my ex knew exactly what i was thinking without me even knowing. it just all makes sense but, but now. what they said made so much sense, everything i do ends up with you, it always has."

he takes another breath in, hands messily pushing his hair back. he looks frustrated, like he's saying the wrong words.

"when you were in my bed that night, in my t-shirt, the one you always wear when you come over. saying you like how it smells every damn time you wear it, it drives me insane."

seungmin sits back down, his eyes tense and searching yours. it's silent for a moment. he nudges your leg, "help me out, please?"

you laugh, grin spreading across your face, kindness in your tone as you speak, "i thought you told me not to speak."

he was just scared. just scared of this. scared of what this would become. and you were too, he just showed it differently than you did.

he smiles softly, realising that he should have come to you, talk to instead of pushing you away. he huffs, "am i making any sense?"

"yeah, not really."

he sighs, rubbing his face in his hands. "i'm sorry. i'm just not sure how to go about this, and i just, feel like i'm doing something wrong if you want to touch me. i know you want to take this further and trust me i do as well but i'm just so fucking nervous. i don't know why, i've seen you naked a bunch of times and not cared."

"here," you say holding out your hand, "gimme."

he's hesitant for a bit, turning his eyes to ogle down at your hand, nerves building in his body. as soon as he feels his skin come in contact with yours, all the blood in his body seems to streamline straight to his hands, fingers alighting when he softly presses his palm into yours, carefully melding your fingers together.

"this okay?" you question, searching his face for answers.

"yeah... yeah it is."

"you could have just told me." you scoff, "you're such a bitch when it comes to your feelings."

he laughs at your remark but doesn't retort, just stands up pulling you with him. "where we going? we're not done!"

you walk hand in hand for a bit, checking in with him every now and then to see if he's okay with this. you don't want him to jolt again, nightmare fuel that was. you both agree that you'll talk more in depth when you get back his, knowing it's important to communicate since this is a seven year friendship, not just someone you had a meet-cute with. you end up talking about his game again, and notice how he squeezes you hand slightly whenever he gets excited.

-

the clouds had finally let out the rain they had been holding in since the morning, it throws you back to the day you met seungmin. but all of this, it still feels surreal, fairies dancing in your heart making it thump with excitement.

it didn't take long until you're both splayed out in the back seat of his car, your body on top of his. not one of you dare speak a word, not wanting to ruin this perfect moment of white noise from the rain mixed in with the sound of your own heated breaths.

you had so many questions, so many things you needed to know. when did he start? did he always like me?

but for now, with his soft large lips against your neck, trailing their way to your jaw slowly and precisely, you knew it was all you needed.

it was always you, always had been.

-

a/n: I THINK I WANNA DO A PART 2???????? HELLA maybe ill make it smutty

this was way longer then i was gonna make it fuck sake i always do this alkjsdlkajdljaslkjsj

[xamaxenta]

Yah! After Sabo’s been soothed by Ace and Ace has heard Sabo call Marco every name under the sun Sabo immediately drags Marco out to toss him in the ocean

He fishes him out eventually, and then whilst Marco’s kinda laying there like a ragdoll remembering how to exist again, Sabo shoves him back down when he tries to prop himself up and smashes their mouths together in a very violent kiss like fuck you you split my lip and you dont get to heal this dickhead

Marco finds his voice again after a brief interlude of unceremonious but vaguely humiliating choking up sea water and hes like why would i want to heal that

That gets sabo going like i wasnt trying to kick your ass today.

Ace gets called out on deck to see Sabo sitting on Marco’s prone twisted body with a thunderous expression, pettily stomping out blue flames from where they flicker up around his body

“Did you really have to make me see this?” Ace asks the Crewmember who had the painful foresight to fetch him

“Sorry commander, figured youd wanna intervene before your boyfriend kills your other boyfriend for reals.”

“Right, I appreciate the thought but it looks like they’ve figured it out.” Ace mutters, he’s never been able to stomach Marco’s rejuvenation, he doesnt understand how Sabo can and is thoroughly willing to be the cause of.

“Sorry.” Sabo mumbles, now that the emotions have been forcibly wrung out of him and into the phoenix, he feels a little guilty. Mostly because Ace had to see it.

“Thats between him and you.” Ace says, stays his distance and looks at a point in the far horizon beyond the sails of the moby. His mouth creases slightly, the only pointer either needed to know that the logia was clearly nauseous.

“I got carried away.” Marco rasps out, always the martyr. Sabo almost wants to rip his jaw off for that.

“Mm.” Sabo acknowledges instead.

“I think you mean thank you for healing me, Marco.” Ace interjects, his voice is remarkably level, when both blondes know he can smell Marco’s blood, even if hes not looking at it.

“Thanks.” Sabo says eventually, “even if you were a dick about it.”

Marco laughs, he has no regrets. The part where he says he’d do it again and again doesnt need to be vocalised because they all know he will and Sabo will hate it all over again and Marcos blood will be all over the fucking deck again.

“I’d be your biggest dick anytime.”

“Gross” sabo snipes, his stomach does a funny little flip at the lopsided smile Marco directs towards him, grimaces when he realises he’s still going to forgive him no matter what

Easing up on his weight, Sabo stands and helps the phoenix up, braces his weight on his own because Marco’s still healing his right leg and Ace still refuses to look at them.

Clean up is a grim affair when Ace continues to give them the silent treatment, but considering his penchants for morbid comedy , Sabo laughs anyway, when Marco trips up a bit in the shower and shoots him a look from over the top of Ace’s dark head.

“Aww does your leg still hurt?” Sabo ribs, he cant help it, hes a sore loser sometimes. (Mostly)

“Just a bit.” Marco indulges him, theatrical groan and all, “so kind of you to ask.”

Sabo inhales, ready to reply with something catty, barbed when Ace tugs them both in by their bloodied lapels.

Satisfied that he has their attention, Ace glances between them with a narrowed expression, “can you both for once, shut the fuck up”

Marcosabo thoughts where Marco holds Sabo down with that crazy beast zoan strength and heals the wounds he’s come home with

Sabo hates it, spits that he’s never gonna be able to do his work right if he doesn’t suffer if he doesnt heal naturally, the healing via phoenix proxy method still hurts but it never lasts for long

Marco remains calm, keeps him in a hold Sabo has never to his dismay learnt to break out of and asks him why does he want to hurt? When he can fix it, hasnt he had enough?

Sabo always thinking of others before himself snaps a retort that viciously asks Marco if he will play healer for the entire army and Marco scoffs and presses his fingers into the edge of a laceration just to see him flinch

“I don’t have any personal commitments to them.”

Sabo looks stricken for a moment, hes always so expressive during these healing sessions, twists in Marco’s grip his mouth tilted in a tight unhappy line

“You’re a selfish bastard.” Sabo hisses, his good eye glitters with something more than anger, shining between the strands of sweaty blonde hair sticking to his face.

“So we’ve found out.” Marco agrees and tugs Sabo back, who comes unwillingly, but, with a burn of satisfaction that Marco had to transform his hand into talons just to keep him close.

“I’m going to do the fractured rib now. If you think you’re going to pass out—“ Marco nods at his burning breast, phoenix flames wreathing his clavicles and torso in a soft invitation.

Sabo glowers at him, “Ace hates it when you get like this.”

“I dont really care what Ace likes and doesn’t like me doing to you.” Marco slowly lets go of Sabo to move his hand down to where the bloody bruise mottles across Sabo’s flank and radiates in a throbbing swell to his hip.

“You—“ Sabo almost bites off his own tongue, teeth snapping shut over an agonised groan, blue flame burns against his skin, penetrates deep and invasive and unnatural as he feels his insides, his wounds react to the phoenix.

“Lucky.” Marco murmurs, eyes glowing a faint violet, clearly fixated on Sabo’s trembling whitened lips, “I would’ve healed that too.”

Sabo doesnt doubt that, he’d rather choke on his own blood than allow the phoenix into his mouth.

He refuses to moan in the wash of relief that comes with his fractured ribs being reset, refuses to give Marco that satisfaction.

But he cant stop the tears spilling down his cheeks and loathes that Marco obviously enjoys to see it.

[willowser]

i keep going back to this thought of like adult, pro-hero, brick-wall-of-a-man bakugou still being just so insecure. like he works hard for his body and he's not stupid, he knows that it's strong and is what it needs to be for his line of work, for being a pro, for protecting those that he loves—but he's always had an issue with...people.

yeah, as an older man, that's fallen away some and he's learned to let go of all the little battles he wants to start, how to ignore challenges that aren't there, but he's still bakugou, and people have this perception of him and his personality and attitude and he knows it's not unfounded, but...what good is there to say about him, really? that he's got a fit body? big fucking whoop.

a hot body isn't what's gonna keep you around.

and it's frustrating, because you smile at him and laugh at the shitty things he says and you forgive him, even when he can't apologize, and you understand the space he just needs sometimes. there are days when he wants to sleep alone because he'd done it all of his life, until you came around, and there are days he doesn't want to speak—to you or anybody—because every little thing is grating on his nerves, there are days when he wants to get out of the house and fuck off to hike, somewhere far without cell service, and only come back once he's sweaty and tired and in need of a shower.

and that's—he's not stupid. who wants to put up with that? him, and all that he entails? all you have to just accept, because he doesn't know how to change it.

it's not as if he doesn't want to spend time with you; some days that's all he wants. your attention, your touch, your little affections, your approval. a reminder that you do still love him, even after everything, and yeah, you say it every night and every morning and before you hang up the phone, but—what about all the times in between? even when he wants to be alone, he still thinks about you, too much maybe, for how much space he's willingly created for himself.

the face you make when you eat something too soon from the oven or when you pretend not to cry at some stupid movie. the shirt you wore last thursday and how well the color looked against your skin. how warm you are first thing in the morning, when he rolls over to make sure you're still there. what you smell like right out of the shower—do you smell like him, on the days you wear his shirts out of the house? does it make you think about him, too, all day? do you even like the way he smells or the way he dresses? how he cuts his hair or the shoes he wears on casual days, when he doesn't have to go work and he's not having dinner with his witch of a mother?

you're...attracted to him. right? gotta be, because if you aren't then all you have is his personality and that—there's just no fucking way. you've gotta be, because you kiss him and touch him and bother him in the shower and sometimes he looks at you across the table and you're giving him this look that drives him fucking crazy and—he's just bad at asking for things, for anything. 'specially for you.

sometimes you make him feel like a virgin fucking schoolboy, that doesn't know how to touch or be touched and so he does petty shit, little things that are supposed to drive you crazy, too. not like he really knows for sure, because the minute you look too long when he's shirtless, he wants to launch his own embarrassing ass off a cliff. he'll never admit to it, but yeah, he eats strawberries that way on purpose, messy while watching you, and he stands at the edge of your bed in a low-slung towel until he's nearly dry, just furthering some mindless conversation so that you'll stay awake and looking at him. when he's at the gym, he'll send a snapchat he took way too long posing for, just to respond with a "yeah", or he'll pretend he doesn't know why it's a big deal that he decided to forgo boxer briefs under his sweatpants.

bakugou wants to be wanted, but he doesn't know how to make himself worth wanting, and doesn't know how to ask either—but he's learning; placing his face between your shoulderblades when he wants you to turn to him in bed, resting his forehead on your knee when he's sorry and can't say why, drawing a heart on a sticky note, quick and shitty, before he has time to get embarrassed, nipping at the skin under your earlobe when he wants you, the blush on his cheeks probably searing into the skin of your neck.

insecure but trying, trusting. isn't that what love is anyway?

[hutaoscoffinn]

hi i saw you started writing for bsd and you really are providing! i was wondering if i could request chuuya + dazai with a virgin/ inexperienced s/o.

also you should start putting your work on x reader tags (e.g dazai x reader chuuya x reader) so that your amazing work gets more notes!❤️

💞

SOBS YALL ARE SO SWEET and I do already include x readers in my tags but omg this was so cute and I love this idea omg its SO CUTE AND YOU GUYS ARE SO CUTE AND SWEET okayokayokay

Warnings: very filthy, GN! Reader, this is genuinely so smutty oh my god, 18+, Dazai is a whore, Chuuya is a god of romance, fluff

Characters: Dazai Osamu, Nakahara Chuuya

Requests: CLOSED

DAZAI OSAMU

He would feel so soft knowing you trusted him with your first time oh my god

Dazai has hella trust issues and he knows that it can be hard to trust someone

Especially trust them enough to give them your first time and to take good care of you and make it something memorable and hopefully not shitty

So goddamn he felt so much of your love when you trusted him with that

That moment when you trusted him with your first time and gave him your virginity is also when he knew you are the one he wants to spend his life with

N E WAYZ

This is still Dazai so your first time is absolutely not conventional

If you think it happens in a normal bed you’re absolutely wrong

Your first time definitely happened at the ADA because this is Dazai we are talking about

Nothing about your relationship is normal or conventional because its Osamu Dazai

He is an enigma that nobody can figure out even you but you’re still the closest to figuring him out sorry Kunikida you still know nothing

Now this doesnt mean that he won’t take the best care of you the whole time

Need him to go super slow for you and take his time? He will absolutely do it

If you want him to be rough and fast? He’s more than down

Just need him to be gentle and extra loving with praise constantly dripping from his lips? He will absolutely do it

Dazai will do anything for you he’s just so happy you’re trusting him so much

And even though your first time is definitely taking place on the small couch in the ADA office, he will do everything to make sure you are comfortable physically and emotionally

I mean sex isnt fun unless both people are enjoying it

Dazai has definitely been looking forward to this moment for a while now

I mean hes a horny mother fucker and he finds you extremely attractive, hot, sexy

You probably breathe in his direction and his dick stands up higher than the goddamn Eiffel Tower

Now as far as how it happened

It was most likely a day you felt extra needy for his attention and affection, attention he is more than happy to provide

And Dazai finds you longing for his love and presence adorable and extremely attractive

Hes a man whore ofc he loves attention especially from you

So when you visit him at work, following him around and sticking close to his side holding his hand or giving him small kisses when the others aren’t looking, he cant handle it

And thats how you ended up pressed against the door of the dark side computer room Kunikida always seems to beat Dazai up in

“You’ve been driving me fucking crazy,” his voice is low and husky as it rasps into your ear. His hands slide up and down your sides as he presses his body against yours, trapping you between himself and the sturdy wooden door.

He’s breathing heavy, almost panting into your ear and you can hear his heart beat racing. Heat climbs up your neck and your face flushes with warmth. Your cheeks feel hot and you can feel his hard-on straining in his slacks. Your senses are heightened, heart beating faster as want and desire pools inside of your body as your eyes meet those of the man you love.

Dazai’s pupils are blown out with lust as he looks down at you, his face flushed with want and his lips trail down your neck.

You practically whine when his tongue swipes up your pulse hotly and Dazai feels as though he has reached heaven when he hears your voice. And yet, nothing can compare to how his heart fluttered when he hears you utter your next words.

“Osamu, baby please take me,” you beg desperately as you grip onto his trench coat, tugging him impossibly closer. He breathes in sharply as soon as the words he’s been waiting to hear fall from your lips.

He pulls back with a lazy smirk on his face, eyes dark as he leans closer to your face. The next words he whispers into your ear makes your body shiver in anticipation.

“Darling, I will ruin you.”

NAKAHARA CHUUYA

Unlike Dazai, Chuuya prefers to do things a more traditional and romantic way

Your first time with Chuuya is beautiful

Rose petals spread onto the bed, sweet candles lit all around your bedroom. Fresh, soft sheets on the bed and the finest silk pillowcases.

Chuuya adores you, you are his baby, his angel, his everything. He will always go above and beyond to ensure your comfort and to make sure the mood is as sultry and romantic as possible.

Your first time with Chuuya wouldnt happen as soon as you tell him you’re ready

He’s a patient man and he asks for your patience too, to let him make something special so that your first time is something pleasurable and rememberable

Something fit for royalty

He whisks you away for the whole day before he decides to end your night tangled up in the sheets and each other

Throughout the day he will use subtle touches he knows will rile you up as he treats you to fine dining and his time

Chuuya is a busy man, being an executive in the mafia doesnt exactly come with a lot of off time

Thats why he wants to make this entire experience so special, so that it doesnt seem like an afterthought, so you know that you aren’t an afterthought to him

He cherishes you so much, loves you so deeply, so he takes a whole day and dedicates it to just being with you before he ends it by showing you pure heaven

Chuuya will be slow and sweet, taking time to completely explore your stunning figure before he sinks inside of you

His lips will linger on your neck before he begins to slowly undress you and then worship every last inch of you

He wants to tease you, take things slow to make sure the mood is just right and that every inch of you is ready to be devoured by him

If you want roughness that will come after he has sunk inside of you and after the first round

Because there will be more than one

Chuuya is a greedy man, he will take and take and take until your body is unable to give him anymore, and every moment will be pure bliss

You dont know how long you have been on Chuuya’s lap, lips pressed messily together as he kisses you greedily. Every time one of you pulls away to breathe, the other almost immediately leans in after a split second.

“You, my angel,” he mumbles between your sweet kisses, “are my world.”

His hands trail up and down your body, gloves long discarded as his nimble fingers slip up your shirt to feel your smooth, soft skin. He grips at your hips and tugs you closer, pressing your core against the bulge you can feel straining in the fine material of his suit pants.

“Your body was crafted by the hands of the gods themselves,” he mumbles as his lips pull away from yours and he presses wet kisses to your cheek, trailing down to your jaw and then to your neck. Chuuya gently nips at your collarbone and he sucks gently, enjoying every last gasp and moan that leaves your lips.

Your back hits the silk sheets gently as he lays your body against the bed, hovering over you. His gaze slides over your body in a way that makes you feel vulnerable. He smiles slightly as he lifts the back of your hand to his lips, pressing a sweet kiss to it as his eyes flit to yours. He leans down and his lips brush against your ear making your heart speed up and face rush with warmth.

“And I am going to guide you back to the heaven you descended from my love.”

[hanasnx]

“I like it when you’re jealous,” you say as you take off his clothes. Anakin, through gritted teeth, “yeah and i’m getting real tired of it.” 🫠🤤🥴 I’m dead that what so hot!!! And omg please I would love for you to explore the idea of Anakin being jealous again, maybe how it would differ after him and the reader became an actual couple, if you have time ofc 💓💓💓

ill make time for steamy anakin romance any day anon— im so happy u told me what u liked most about that post!! it always makes me happy to know what lines got u :D

i needed a break from writing my halloween themed kinktober fic for anakin anyway ;)

☥ so anakin is obviously painfully aware of how sexy you are. his dick has ached for you more times than he can count. being so inexperienced before you meant being horny and being horny for you are synonymous bcos he conflates the two

so he thinks that a lot of other men feel that way about you too, even if he doesnt realize he thinks that way

☥ anakin is definitely toxic to an extent, so once you two become an actual couple im sure it’d be a problem that you have to face together.

☥ sometimes you don’t realize youre flirting, you’re naturally flirtatious as a personality trait, something youve adopted because it paid off in your last job, and it pays off now.

it’s a habit youre trying to break, and sometimes it slips out. and damn does it piss anakin off.

“you’re leading them on on purpose!”

“well it was necessary before! i’m still working on it, ani,”

“i think you like the attention.”

“oh? is that how you feel?”

“you get some sick satisfaction from guys thinking they have a chance with you.”

“and it doesn’t excite you that they never will?”

he side eyes you. “don’t turn this around like that,”

“c’mon, anakin, don’t you get some ‘sick satisfaction’ out of men thirsting after your girl only to be denied and forgotten?”

“you can’t say you whore yourself out to other guys for me.”

“but i can say you like having something no one else does.”

the way he fucking looks at you, tonguing his cheek with this heated glint in his eye. KDJF you better be ready to get fucked in half

☥ he gets so worked up over it, and you hate that he’s right about you liking the attention. it’s so tough to catch yourself in the act and clip it. anakin develops quite the routine with you

“i saw you talking with that scum like he had a shot. even if you weren’t with me you’d never even look in his direction. i’m starting to think it gets you off knowing you’ll be punished at home.” he’d tell you while he’s balls deep inside of you in a mating press

“ani! too deep! too deep!”

“i don’t care. you wanna act like a slut? take it like one.”

☥ this would happen so often that he pops a boner when he sees you flirting around. your hand bracing on a strangers arm when you laugh at their joke. letting them put a hand over yours on a table. whispering something naughty in your ear so you playfully hit them and meet anakin’s gaze from across the room.

like when a dog salivates at the sound of the dinner bell, anakin knows you just signed yourself up for being his personal toy tonight.

☥ “i bet he’s thinking about you, you know,” he’d tell you, while you were overstimulated and unraveling over him. his tip kissing your cervix mercilessly, thumb running over your clit, awaiting your next orgasm. “smiling at the thought of you. wondering when he’ll see you next. has no idea you’re here, getting fucked by your lover until you forget your own damn name.”

☥ being an actual couple means he has a little more reign in what he’s allowed to say to you, and what he’s allowed to do to you should you stray

its fun for him to reclaim you, and it’s fun for you to basically get a guaranteed rough fuck—

☥ “i can’t blame you for being so magnetic, princess, men flock to you ‘cause they’re human. it’s got me thinking,”

“about what, baby?”

“maybe if i fuck a baby into you, the question of if you belong to anyone’ll be answered.”

“ani—“

[ashthemadwriter-archived]

When they find you in their clothes,trying to imitate them

Fandom:Bungou Stray Dogs & The Case Study Of Vanitas Pairings:Atsushi X Female petite!reader,Vanitas X Gn!reader Genre:Fluff Format:Scenario Warnings:Mentions of petnames in Atsushi's part (bunny),reader is shorter than the characters Word Count:0.9K

A/n:got these two requests separately,but since you guys asked for the same prompt i combined them together. hope its alright ;) @alphasmoonlitjinko @exorcisedstraydog

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You sigh while taking the laundry out of the dryer,starting to fold them as you stare at the clock.

"its 1am...where the hell is he?"

You know you aren't supposed to be worried.you know youre supposed to trust Vanitas and dont poke your nose in his business.you know that he can take care of himself.you know all that;

but how are you going to be chill when Dante asks him to come outside in the midnight,telling him he has some nice "information" he might like ti hear?

"this is silly...i should stop overthinking" you think to yourself,but deep down you know youre not going to stop.

not till he gets home safe.

you continue folding his clothes until you get to his clothes.

"right,he didnt even have time to wear his clothes.just grabbed some cloak and ran out of the door" you say,sighing,and caress the soft metarial on the huge,blue bowtie,realising how light yet beautiful it is.

wait.

you were at home,alone,with his clothes;and godknew when he'll be back...

"no!" is the answer to your thoughts,

but you werent a kind of person who would listen to their brain anyway.

thats how you end up in front of the mirror,checking yourself out and smiling at the sight in front of you.

"fancy...hehe" you giggle,holding your boyfriends magical book tightly,and try to imitate his tune.

"a-ahm...Im Vanitas! from the blue moon! lend me your power,Noe!" you say,smirking at yourself,while quickly turning your head at the mirror.

"it doesnt matter what you all want,i will save all the vampires!"

you didnt expect it,but it was really fun!

"Dante-sama,i love you!!

working with foolish idiots like you will one day be the death of me!

Idiot! idiot! dont ever come near me again you idiot! ouch! idiot! idi-"

"you enjoying yourself?"

the sudden appeariace of Vanitas makes you gasp,and let go of the book youre holding up sensationally,which leads to it falling on your head.

"ouch!"

Vanitas chuckled while comming closer to you,laughing at the sight of you holding your head.

"how-when-where"

"when did i came back? well,when you were imitating the time i was talking to Dante!"

there was only one word that could describe this situation.

"embarrassing"

you got up and tried to avoid his gaze,while hiding the blush on your face,and turned your head to the opposite direction.

"ill go change..."

"you dont have to" he smiled and came closer to you,before cupping your cheeks and placing a gentle kiss on your forehead.

"it looks good on you"

you bit your bottom lip excitedly,while putting a huge smile on your face.

"i know,right?"

You smile as you watch Atsushi in his sleep,slightly purring as he turns his back to you to give you more space.your smile turns into a cocky smirk as you get up to actualize the idea that has been on your mind for a while,but havent done it because of not being able to catch the best opportunity.now that he was sleep in his pyjamas,you could do it without being worried if he wakes up,since the poor thing had a long day.

you get up,grab his clothes which was neatly folded on the floor,and sneak in front of the mirror while taking your clothes off,and starting to wear his.

his outfit was one the many things that catched your attention when you first saw him,and you have been adoring his taste in clothes from that moment.god,how much you love those sexy gloves of his.those black boots,his belt that was always hanging in the air,the black leather on his pale fingers...

it was so hot,and it looked even better on your skin.

you smirk and wink at yourself in the mirror,enjoying the sight pf yourself in Atsushi's outfit. it was kinda funny too,cause it looked like a over size coat for you since you were a bit petit.

not that it removed anything from its hotness.

"well arent you a hottie?how about we go on a date?we can go to the coffee house on the first floor and drink some tea while watching Dazai-san flirting to the waitress"

Atsushi has never said that to you,but it could be relatable...?

"im not a kitty,im a tiger!meow!

Da-Dazai san?

i mean if you die,you really really die!

oh my god Chazuke! the love of my life!"

"bunny?what are you doing?"

you freeze in the spot,slowly turning at your boyfriend's direction, who has been peeking at you from the moment you started your little show;

and boy has he been enjoying it.

"i-um...i-i...i...um..." you were frustrating yourself with looking for an reasonable excuse,but was there any...?

"its too big for you" he chuckles while asking you to come into his embrace by opening his arms,and you jump at him while blushing.

"i know...shut up" you mumble,while trying to hide your head in his chest.

"it looks good on you tho...you should wear it more often,bunny" he pulls you closer to himself,running his fingers through your hair while cherishing how adorable you are and how lucky he is to have someone like you next to him.

"i know...shut up" you smile,happy that hes not able to see it.

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[anemoarchonhoe]

WAIT PAUSE (again)

you know that idle venti does of him floating off the ground with the tiny ver of his burst in his hand. imagine him doing that, floating off the ground, just to reach eos's lips to give them a lil kissy (or many!)

it doesnt even stop there, if he wants your attention, that's probably one of the many ways he likes to do so—he floats himself off the ground to just grab your face and turn it to face him and you just see a cute lil >:c on his face and you know it's time to pay attention to your cute husband again

he just does that for literally everything, like he loves it a lot when you yourself pick him up and carry him around but also he likes being a bit of a show off and uses his fancy lil wind powers to make you "swoon and fall for me all over again!!!" (completely unnecessary but the thought counts, right?)

that is all. thank you

-🌷

AAAAAHHHJJ!!! FUCK THIS IS SO CUTE!!!!!!!

This idea got me like

"You're so adorable. I'm falling for you all over again, dear." You told Venti after he stole the 10th kiss from you today, your voice carrying the same energy as the Damn bro you got the whole squad laughing meme. Briefly, you wonder if he's ever planning to break his 100 kiss record.

Venti pouts as he gently lands on the ground, crossing his arms as he looks up at you. "When you're saying it with such a straight face, I'm finding it hard to believe you, Windblume!"

Finally, you smile. It never fails to send the bard's heart stuttering. "I thought it would be funny to say it like that." You finally turn to hold your broom and begin sweeping off the leaves in front of the Cathedral, briefly sending Albert a glare to scram (which the scared man thankfully did, Barbara owes you a cream stew for this favor), before continuing.

"You know you could just use anemo to get it over with, right? Why use a broom and make it hard on yourself?"

I want to have a sense of normalcy, you wanted to say, but instead you reply. "I like the sound the broom and leaves make. Why don't you help me clean your church?"

"Noooo~!" He hugs you from behind like a child about to be forced to interact with a relative he's scared of. "I don't want to work!"

"I'll buy you wine from Cat's Tail."

Venti snatches the extra broom lying around and begins diligently sweeping dirt and leaves, making you shake your head. He's so easy.

Of course, it didn't take long until Venti begins to get bored, huffing softly to himself as he steals a glance at you every two (2) seconds. How can he do the chore swiftly and show off to you at the same time, without losing his Cat's Tail cocktail?

A breeze gently blows, making your veil sway in the direction the wind was going. He suddenly has a brilliant idea.

He steps back a little, puts the broom between his legs, before running as fast and he could and using his anemo power to fly sky high as he laughs merrily. The wind he generated and controlled blew the leaves away swiftly and gathered them into a giant pile. The sudden gust of strong wind caught you off guard and it blows your veil away, exposing your beautiful teal hair with white streaks to Venti's eyes, and he sighs.

You truly are the most beautiful elemental spirit he has ever laid his eyes on.

He gently lands with a wide grin, handing you the broom he was riding early on. You huffed at him for his stunt before smiling to yourself, taking it from him and walking off to put them away.

"Can you find my veil for me?"

"Why hide such a beautiful part of yourself from my eyes?" He floats beside you as you close the door where the church keeps the cleaning supplies.

"You want it off?"

"I want everything off."

If you have eyes, they'd be wide open right now. Silence ensues. Then Venti sputters as he realizes what he had just said, mortified and embarrassed.

"I-I mean!! I do, but– but I mean to say that I wanted you to dress into... something else?"

Laughter spills from your lips and the bard finds himself falling in love all over again. This is already thrice in a row, and he hasn't even seen you turn bashful today!

"Are you asking me out on a date?"

He floats just a little higher and cups your face. "Yes. You've been so busy with church duties and I miss you. I'm your god, yet you don't even take the time to whisper a prayer to me."

You don't even need your special elemental sight to know that he's frowning. You cup his face as well with both of your hands.

"I'm sorry. May I start to recite a prayer to you now, my one and only Lord?"

No fair. You keep making his heart skip a beat without even trying. He's the one who wanted to show off and make you swoon, but it's him who always gets his feet swept up from under him.

"Proceed."

You lean in and whispered your heartfelt prayer to his lips, every subtle touch of your upper lip against his are sending bolts of pleasure down his spine. It feels good but it also feels like torture because the little lip touches just makes him want to pull you in and kiss you fully.

"...Was my apology prayer enough to earn your forgiveness?"

He snaps out of it. He didn't pay much attention to what you were saying because he was too preoccupied with his desire to kiss you. "...No."

"No?"

Venti grinned. "You still have to go on a date with me to properly quell my divine wrath, you know?"

You laughed softly. "Oh Celestia forbid I anger my god. I should change into my best clothes then."

"A kiss before you go?"

You just simpered. "I'd like to save it at the end of the date."

Venti groans loudly as he watched your chuckling form leave, before smiling to himself. Well, time to prepare for your date swiftly before picking you up!

...He still wants to show off to you. Maybe Dvalin could help him out a little?