#i just wanted this out of my head into words yk

[kuromkiz]

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ My Birthday Boy | ʏ.ᴊᴡ

WORD COUNT: 0.7k PAIRING : yang jungwon x fem!reader GENRE : fluff, drabble

SYNOPSIS : it’s jungwon’s birthday, so you wanted to indulge in a day of festivities with your favourite boy, but he just wanted to marinate in bed with you. all. day. safe to say, a majority of his birthday was spent with warm cuddles and silly words.

AUTHORS NOTE : hi lovelies! heres another wonie fic for baes bday. I hope you’ll enjoy this!!

WARNINGS : none, except that they’re so cute and loving im so lonely ㅠㅠ

SOUNDTRACK : ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : 1 / 1 ↳ ハートはナイトブルー -ending- (hāto wa naito burū)—kaede, lamp

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any likes, comments, or reblogs are appreciated !! feedback is also welcome, just don't be rude or disrespectful yk :p

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In the comforts of your shared bed, you and your boyfriend were intertwined like vines that climbed a tree.

Outside it was colder than a commercial kitchen’s freezer—you could say that if you were to step out, you’d be frozen meat.

Despite the juxtaposition of the warmth enveloping your woven figures and the blistering chill just a wall away, you had plans to make sure Jungwon would enjoy this celebration with you to the max. His celebration, it was his birthday after all!

“Babe.” you nudged him with your foot.

“Mm.” a raspy grumble responded.

Your current position called for an exterminator to remove the leech clung to your front—did you just call the love of your life a leech? Maybe. Jungwon’s head lay snug against your chest, his nose burrowing into your neck making you cringe from the ticklish sensation. He was basically a leech.

“Won, that tickles!” you lightheartedly giggled as your attempts of distancing yourself from him were slim as he practically chased after you.

He huffed, giving a childish whine as he pulled you back so he could rest upon you once more. “But… you’re so warm baby.” he nuzzled into your shoulder like a loving cat.

You clicked your tongue in mock annoyance. “Jungwon, I made plans for your birthday, love.”

“How about we just stay here? It’s so comfy…” he hummed. “I think the best day is when it’s spent with you.”

You couldn’t wish away the blush that crept upon your cheeks even if you wanted to.

The day prior, he had come home tired and drained. When you walked to the entrance, ready to greet him with open arms, he instantly fell into you. He inhaled your scent with his arms connecting behind your waist. “Hi baby.” his voice had been muffled by your fuzzy sweater.

Your hands had reached and played with his blonde hair, your face pressed into his shoulder as he curled into you. “Hi honey, how was practice?” You pulled your head away from his chest to grab his face in your hands.

Jungwon had leaned into your touch, sighing contentedly. “Mm… tiring, but I’m better now that I’m with you.” he hummed.

When you squished his cheeks together playfully, his lips puckering in the process, you giggled at the way his face compressed. “Hmm, you’re cheesy tonight.”

He chuckled, eyes peering into yours through a half-lidded gaze. “I don’t know.” he shrugged. “S’pose I just love seeing my lovely, beautiful, generous girlfriend.” His lips stretched to a loving smile that made your cheeks warm.

“Shut up.” You scrunched your nose at the compliment, hearing the words leave his lips made you feel utterly lovesick.

You turned to leave the entrance of your apartment, but Jungwon’s hands grabbed at your wrists, allowing you to tug him wherever you wanted.

After he showered and changed into a pair of plaid sleeping pants, his chest left bare, he quickly stalked towards you covering his chest with his crossed arms. “Ahh, it’s cold babe!” he shivered, quickly ducking under the covers and pulling your already laying down figure into his hold.

You had been on your phone waiting for him to leave the bathroom, and you yelped when he pulled you in. “Jungwon! You’re so cold!” you huffed, tearing yourself away from his grabbing hands.

“That’s better.” he sighed in satisfaction, spooning you from behind with his head resting on top of your shoulder. For the rest of the night until you fell asleep, the both of you entertained yourselves with the media on your phone.

Now here you were. In the early morning of his birthday, with you still tangled in his grasp.

“Won, I planned a whole day for you.” you frowned, brushing away the light hair covering his face and tenderly peeking at his peaceful expression. He looked utterly beautiful in this moment. His lashes sat prettily against his cutely puffed cheeks, hair a mess from deep sleep.

His eyes opened slowly, gazing at yours with so much love you felt unreal. “Don’t you think it’d be perfect just staying home? Or in this bed? Look at the weather, honey.” he nodded to the window, scattered snow beginning to fall.

You pursed your lips. “I wanted you to enjoy your birthday though.” you pouted.

He smiled, a pretty smile that made you want to frame it. “I’ll always enjoy a day with you my love.”

You tsked at his heart-wrenchingly sappy words. “You’re such a romantic.”

His grin stretched so widely you thought his cheeks would begin to hurt. “Just for you.” He pecked your collarbone whilst diving back into the crevice of your neck.

For the rest of the morning, the two of you laid comfortably in each other’s arms, with warmth interlaced in the space between you.

Jungwon would later claim that he had the best birthday ever, lying in bed with the prettiest girl in his arms, hugs and kisses a given.

ENDING NOTES: HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY LOVE!! can you guys believe he’s already 21 ㅠㅠㅠㅠ time flies fr. wish this was longer, but my creative juices stopped and i couldn’t write LOL. leave a comment if you enjoyed this!!

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[ysabelyaps]

Warning: honestly, just bad writing. I’m sick rn but I’m bored so

Summary: Sae-Byeok experiences new feelings with her roommate and decided to confront them. (Or something like that)

A/N: This is so bad I’m sorry, I’m sick, but I’m bored, but I’m sleepy, but I wanted to get it done, but like yk. I’ll probably redo it eventually..

Part: 2/2

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“I like you.”

“Huh?.. I like you too? What are you on about Sae-Byeok?” Maybe talking about this at this time wasn’t the best idea.

“[name], I like you romantically. I think.. this is new for me.. but..” she pauses, “I want to experience it with you, no one else.”

Oh wow. Okay, way to be bold? Your face heats up, you can feel the heat. You can feel it radiating off of your skin. Is it hot in here? Maybe it’s because of Sae-Byeok, it was definitely because of Sae-Byeok.

“..okay. Well, uhm. I like you too, uhm…”

Here you guys were again, staring at each other. Awkwardly. You fiddled with your fingers, but she was staring at you. Straight into your eyes. Like she was trying to pull a string of words out of you. What string of words you may ask? You probably know.

“So uh.. Sae-Byeok.. will you uhm.. will you be my girlfriend?..”

You know it would happen eventually, but the words actually leaving your mouth. You felt as if you would faint right there.

“..” she pauses, “yeah. Yeah I’ll be your girlfriend.”

…

So now what? This was awkward. Why does it always have to be awkward? Can’t it be normal for once? Maybe that’s just how it is when you put two people who are bad at socializing together. One has always been too much for others, and the other was too intimidating. Their experience with people put together is still not very much at all.

“It’s late, can I sleep with you?” Sae-Byeok’s warm voice fills the silent room. Sharing a bed with her didn’t seem terrible. But by that does she mean like.. are we going to cuddle? Or just lay awkwardly.. or..

Eventually you nodded, praying that she would make it obvious what she was trying to do or what she wanted. Unfortunately, that didn’t go to plan.

You guys laid on the bed, arms by your sides. Stiff and awkward, until eventually Sae-Byeok awkwardly wrapped her arms around you. Still stiffly though, somehow.

“Sae-Byeok relax. You’re really stiff, just breathe it’s okay.” Maybe listen to yourself for once? It’s fine, you guys have known each other for a while. You have mutual feelings. It’s fine, just.. breathe in and out. Relax and enjoy the moment. You in her arms, her warm embrace. Just let yourself relax.

You did eventually fall asleep, before Sae-Byeok. The room was silent, the only noise being your soft breathing. Sae-Byeok looked down at you, your head resting against her chest. She started playing with your hair a little. She knew she wasn’t going to fall asleep any time soon. She couldn’t. Not when she loved this moment so much. She wanted to stay in it forever.

It was nice and peaceful.. she really liked it. You looked so pretty in her eyes, the way your lips slightly parted in your sleep, your calm expression. The way you fit in her arms, and as she played with your hair she became more and more aware of how soft and silky your hair was. And it smelled nice.

After a few moments, she brushed your hair out of your face. Before she pulled out her phone.

Click

You weren’t the only one who liked to take pictures of pretty things.

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[ninupi]

could i request a manjiro fic or headcanon for akaashi!reader with the childhood best friends trope? yk, that they meet thanks to shinichiro and takeomi. i love your work! ♥️

best friends | s. mikey

₊˚⊹♡ tags; fem!reader, reader is kinda mean to Mikey, she's lowk a tsundere, she's also crybaby so if you don't like then don't read! imo its justified tho idk, she's ALSO a bit embarrassing, reader gets a bit insecure with the way she acts, she's got layers to her LMAO yeah just lmk if anything else

₊˚⊹♡ wc; 2,200+

₊˚⊹♡ a/n; this came out a lot more angsty then I intended LOL sorry about that

1998

You and Emma watched from a distance while her brother and your brother started play fighting. You noticed Emma shaking her head with a sigh. "Boys are so stupid… c'mon y/n." You let her drag you away, but your eyes stayed on the two boys until you couldn't see them anymore.

"Haru is stupid. I think Mikey is cool, though." Your words make Emma stop in her tracks and give you a disgusted look. "Ew!! What are you talking about?" She drops your hand, waiting for you to explain, but you just stare at her, speechless, not believing you said that out loud to her.

"Y/n do you like my brother?" she questions with that same disgusted tone from before, you quickly shake your head reaching for her hand again. She quickly pulls away not believing you and runs back in the direction of the two boys.

"Mikey!!! Y/n likes you!!" you quickly run after her trying to stop her from saying anything to the boy "Emma shut up!!! That's not true I don't like him!!"

2008

You're walking to Emma's house after school while she rambles about how Draken still hasn't asked her out but your thoughts are on a different blonde. "Are you listening y/n?" you turn to Emma who has a small pout on her lips. 

You give her a sweet smile "Not at all, no" you laugh as her jaw drops and she softly whacks you on the arm "I'm sick of you talking about Draken! I'm just going to tell him to ask you out already" you groan throwing your head back to look at the sky.

"No you can't do that!" She panics grabbing onto your arm as a plea "And why not?" you shake her hold off running up ahead a bit and begin walking backwards "B-because then he'll just feel forced and it'll be like he didn't really want too!" 

You roll your eyes at her ridiculous thinking while turning around "Emma are you dumb or are you stupid?" you can't help the grin on your face at her gasp but quickly start running when you hear her start to chase after you "I'm not dumb! Or stupid!" 

"Yeah your not, but Draken is! Seriously I'm just going to tell him to ask you out!" You call out to the girl behind you "You do that and I'll tell Mikey you like him!" This immediately makes you stop running to face the girl behind you who bumps into you not expecting you to stop. 

"I don't like Mikey, would you drop that?" you grumble gently pushing the girl off you "Oh come on y/n, why are you lying?" you give her a disgusted look before continuing in the direction of her house "Y/n~" she whines grabbing onto your arm. 

It's been 10 years since you've 'liked' Mikey, and in your opinion a kiddy crush doesn't count "I was like 7 Emma, I don't like him anymore. I'm not you" you saying hinting at her life long crush on her brothers best friend. 

He cheeks softly flush before she sighs "I know your lying, I just don't know why...I don't care if you like my brother anymore!" you give her an odd look "Seriously why do you think I like him still? That was like 10 years ago!" you can't help but laugh at the absurd assumption. 

She gives you a look before a teasing smile forms on her face "You know we have a lot of sleepovers right?" your eyebrows furrow waiting for her to further explain "Did you know you talk in your sleep y/n?" This reveal makes your ears heat up.

"What are you talking about?" you question while you guys finally get to her house "You know," she shrugs opening the gate while walking in "No, I don't know!" you question urgently wanting to know what she's talking about. 

"I like to talk about Draken while I'm awake, but you love to talk about Mikey while you're asleep." She giggles opening the front door stepping inside "Stop lying that's not funny, I don't sleep talk!" you insist hoping she's lying to get you to reveal the truth. 

"You do sleep talk" You quickly turn after taking your shoes off to see Mikey eating a taiyaki giving you a blank look "I told you" Emma nudges while walking further into her house "You didn't know you slept talk?" Mikey questions with a full mouth giving you a confused look. 

You stare at him a bit wide eyed while Emma smirks from behind him "N-no I had no idea I slept talk..." you mutter trying to walk past him but he only follows "That's so funny, I'm always talking to you when your sleeping" he laughs causing you to turn towards him.

"What the hell are you talking about?" you interrogate him hoping you've only exposed your secret to Emma. "I mean its the only time you actually talk to me and aren't mean to me" he explains looking at you up and down motioning towards your hostile attitude towards him. 

"I'm not mean to you" you mutter turning away from him hoping to get away from the conversation "You're a lot nicer when you're sleeping" You can hear the pout in his voice and when you turn towards him he has an unreadable look on his face. 

After leaving Mikey in the hallway alone you and Emma headed to her room to complete your homework, then you insisted on staying in there to hide away from Mikey. But after a few hours Shinichiro had called the two of you out to go eat dinner.

Once you entered the kitchen you noticed that your bother and some of his other friends had shown up while you two (mostly just you) were hiding away in Emma's room. "How long have you been here?" Haru gives you a suspicious look while pointing at you. 

"She came right after school, you know she didn't know she slept talk?" you slightly jump at Mikey appearing from behind you "Would you shut up about that?" you bark at him only to back away when he gives you a 'told you so' look about your conversation earlier.

"She's always slept talk, it's freaky" you quickly reach over the table to yank on Haru's long hair "You're freaky!" he glares at you planning to do the same to you "Hey! No fighting, please!" you turn to Shinichiro who has a desperate look on his face and quietly mutter an apology. 

"It's funny, we're always talking to you when you're sleeping" Baji laughs causing everyone to softly laugh "It's not funny, why do you guys even do that?" you groan at this embarrassing conversation "Because you'll tell us anything when your asleep!" Takemitchi adds causing you to glare at him. 

"What the hell are you talking about?" you notice his smile immediately drop at your tone "Nothin- you always tell me how much you love me" Mikey casually says taking a bite of his food while everyone stares at him shocked. 

You immediately stand up from the table feeling overwhelmed at all the eyes on you "Wait y/n- not now Emma" you brush her hand off you, heading towards the front door quickly slipping your shoes on walking outside. 

Exactly how long has Mikey known about your crush on him? How long has everyone known about your crush on him? You thought you were doing a good job at hiding it just to find out you babble about it while you're asleep apparently. The thought makes you want to cry, it's so humiliating.

Everyone; Emma, Haru, Baji, Mikey himself knew about your crush and chose not to say anything to you. You guess that was his way of rejecting you just now, telling you he knew this entire time but didn't pursue anything. But how could you blame him?

Like he said earlier, you're always mean to him, it's not like you meant to be mean to him. Well...you did but only because you didn't want him thinking you liked him. Looking back on it now, it was stupid, Emma's always sweet with Draken and he loves her too.

Maybe you should've just been like Emma and been to sweet to Mikey, then maybe he'd actually return your feeling. All these what ifs make your head hurt and your eyes sting with tears, not wanting to cry you look up the dark sky hoping it'll stop your tears from falling. 

Instead it just makes your tears fall after down your cheeks while you groan in annoyance 'this is nobody's fault besides my own' you think to yourself while bringing your hands up to your cheeks to dry them. "Why are you crying?" 

You quickly turn to see Mikey with a confused but also somewhat sad look on his face "I'm not crying" you mutter turning away from him to quickly dry your tears. You can hear him slowly shuffling towards you "You're a shit liar" he whispers when he finally stands next to you.

You softly glare at him wanting to cry all over again seeing his face "What do you want Mikey?" you sigh with no bite in your tone which surprises him a bit. "I wanna know why you're crying," he says again with more emphasis as if he can't piece together the reason for your tears. 

'I'm crying because you don't like me back' you cringe to yourself deciding not to say that outloud and save yourself further embarrassment "Mikey..." you sigh not wanting to explain and hoping he's just being dense "What? Seriously I want you to tell me why your crying" he says a bit agitated.

You furrow your brows at his tone now, does he just want you to say it out loud? Is he trying to get payback for your attitude for the last few years "You're being mean Mikey..." you mutter before you can stop yourself and you can't help the tears that sting your eyes once again. 

He takes a defensive step back "Mean? How the hell am I being mean? I'm trying to help you!" you take a step closer to him "You're being mean! You know why I'm crying!" you point an accusatory finger at him.

"I don't know why you're crying! That's why I'm asking!" he argues throwing his arms to the side, you look at his face for any sign of him lying but all you see is confusion and annoyance "God you're so stupid" you mutter "Ok fine" he bites turning away heading back towards the house. 

"Wait Mikey" you sigh realizing your words came out harsher then you intended "Mikey I'm sorry, come back!" you call out as he ignores you "Mikey please!" you can't help the small sob that leaves your lips as he gets further away. 

Hearing your small cries makes Mikey stop in his tracks and turn towards you "I'm sorry, please come back" you're no longer trying to hide your tears, just hoping he'll give you another chance and come back to talk.

You watch as his face goes from a deep scowl to a frown and he slowly makes his way back to you "What's wrong? Seriously, why are you crying?" he genuinely questions unsure of the reason for all these tears "I'm sorry Mikey" you repeat over and over again.

"It's fine you call me stupid all the time- No I'm sorry Mikey. For all of that, for always calling you stupid, for always telling you to shut up, always being mean! I'm sorry..." you sob reaching for his hands and holding them close to your heart. 

When he pulls his hands away it makes you want to cry even harder but before you can he quickly pulls you into an awkward hug. "What are you talking about? I don't actually care about that, that's just how you are, I'm used to it." he mutters squeezing you a bit tighter. 

"I'm crying because you don't like me" you mutter getting over your embarrassment and just hoping to go back to how things were "Of course I like you y/n- No Mikey, like me-love me how I love you" you sigh wrapping your arms around him enjoying the embrace for the time being. 

Mikeys silence makes your heart hurt but you only close your eyes and hug him tighter "I do love you stupid, I thought you knew that..." you try to pull away from the hug but he keeps a tight grip on you "You never hug me, let me enjoy this" he sighs taking a deep breath. 

"But Mikey y-you love me? Why haven't you said anything?" you urge wanting to see his face "I seriously thought you knew, I always tell you when you're sleeping" You want to punch him in the stomach at his obvious tone.

'I'm sleeping though, how the hell would I know!?" you question softly jabbing at his stomach causing him to laugh softly "You always say it back! I just thought you were too embarrassed to say it when your fully awake" he explains grabbing your hands to stop them from touching his ticklish sides. 

You think back to see if you even remember whispering it in your sleep but nothing comes up. Except the few times you've had dreams where Mikeys there, then it hits you, you two always exchange 'I love you's' in those 'dreams'. 

You groan in embarrassment at the revelation trying to hide your face in Mikeys embrace "What happened? Finally remembering how you tell me you love me in your sleep" he grins trying to get a good look at your face "Mikey shut up!" you whine rushing his face away making him laugh loudly. 

[truelotus]

also hi! 🪻anon again! this can be sfw/nsfw but what about byakuya as a yandere?

like he’s been a widow for 50 years atp and then meets smb that he doesn’t wanna lose like he lost hisana yk?

sorry if im spamming your inbox 😭

a/n : Hi! thank you liking my aizen x sosuke fanfic :) it means a lot! and thank you for giving me this request! I had lots of fun with it and don’t be shy to request anything more, I assure you that you are not spamming my inbox I wouldn’t mind if you did anyways <3

𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

character: Yandere! Byakuya Kuchiki x f!reader

Warnings: 18+, Mature content, oral sex (F receiving), fingering, obsession, yandere behavior + more

The moonlight filtered through the delicate curtains of your room, there was a cool and slight breeze tonight. You could smell the fragrance of the blooming cherry blossoms from the garden outside.

Despite the peaceful surroundings, there was some tension in the air.

You sat up on the edge of your bed, your fingers traced the edge of the paper you were holding onto. It was a letter from a fellow soul reaper, they had just confessed their love to you in that letter.

They were indeed brave for writing it and even giving it to you.. they even gave it to you while you were talking to Byakuya, your boyfriend.

Unknowingly to you, Byakuya was watching over your shoulder, reading the letter.

You’ve been Byakuyas lover for quite some time now, he’s been a lonesome man for well over 50 years now.

But then he met you.

He refused to fall in love with another woman after Hisana, but when he met you..

He simply couldn’t his resist.

His heart couldn’t and wouldn’t stop him.

You were admired by many, loved by many, your smile was like the sun shining. You always handled things so well, you did everything with such elegance, even your fighting style was elegantly done.

When Byakuya finally admitted to himself that he was indeed in love with you, he made a promise to himself that he’d keep you safe. He’d protect you, fight for you, keep your health intact.

He didn’t want anything or anyone to take you away from him, he wouldn’t allow it. He was deeply moved by the death of Hisana. He wouldn’t be able to handle someone or something taking you away from him too.

So when he read the love letter in his head, he took that as a threat. Someone was trying to take you away from him..

“Nobody else but the Kuchiki family, should be sending you letters.” He said as he walked away from you, His voice startled you and made you jump, you accidentally wrinkled the letter.

“It was just a silly little joke.” You said before shoving the letter into your nightstand.

Your words did not reassure him at all, not even the slightest bit.

He strongly remembered the face of the man who gave you the letter, he was indeed bold to give it to you, especially in front of him.

The thought of another man trying to take away what’s his, stirred something dark and possessive inside of him.

“You should pay no attention to such a letter, A letter like that.. it means nothing.” He said as he pushed your body away, reaching for the drawer of your nightstand to get the letter out.

He looked at the letter in his hands, reading it quickly. He closed his eyes in a calming manner before crumbling it up into a ball. His action was swift and deliberate. He threw the balled up paper to the side.

He then grabbed your chin, pulling your face close to his, noses touching. “No one should have the right to write to you like that.” He whispered before closing the space between you and him.

When he pulled away, he had that serious and dark look in his eyes. “You belong to me, and no one else.” There was a tone of possessiveness in his voice.

“You do know that, yes?” Your lips parted slightly before speaking, “Yes, Byakuya.” You could feel his fingers tracing your jawline almost in a dangerous way.

“Nobody else will ever claim your heart, but me. I will make sure of it.” Your heart was pounding, his words were unsettling and confusing.

Just then, you could feel byakuya’s hands traveling around your body, even though his words the most unsettling and frightening, his touch was the complete opposite.

“I cannot handle losing another person in my life, especially you, Y/N.” You knew he was referring to his late wife, Hisana.

You knew how Byakuya was, he was afraid. Afraid of losing you, he just couldn’t help feeling this way, he has the urge to protect you from everything and he will.

Whenever you went out on missions, he would come along, even if he was needed. He would tag along your mission and do your mission for you, he can’t get his lady getting her hands dirty can he? Of course as much as possible.. He has his own duties and he cannot neglect them.

If you were to ever get hurt around him, he’d never stop blaming himself for your injury.

But he can’t always protect you can he? he’s not always around.

Wrong. He is always around.. when you do not know, he is in the shadows watching over you, making sure no other man or woman goes up to you in a romantic manner. He is in the shadows watching you when you somehow persuade him that you would be okay. Creeping in the shadows, planning when he would have to pop out to come to your rescue.

His touch brought you with such comfort, it made you forget about the little things. It made you forget his words when he talked in such a possessive way.

“Tonight, I will show you just who you belong to.”

You slowly nodded, it was a bit shameful of you to already be feeling hot down your crotch area. He hasn’t even touched you like that yet, he was just feeling you up. But yet, you were still incredibly wet for him.

Byakuya signaled you to sit up, so your back could hit the bed frame. And you of course did what he wanted you to do, your back was now laid up on the bed frame, you could only assume that he was going to be the one pleasuring you tonight.

Byakuya slid your pants off, throwing them on the ground since they’d just get in the way of his performance.

He could see the wet spot on your panties, he licked his lips when his fingers touched your wet panties. “So wet for me” he said as he began to feel your pussy through your panties. Only he could make you wet this quickly.

He lowered himself, grabbing your legs and putting them over his shoulders. This man is beautiful, and he was beyond beautiful when he was between your thighs.

Byakuya then slid off your panties, placing it next to him. He was planning on to keep them in his drawer, just so he could use it for his own needs when you are not around to help him.

“Ah.. would you look at that.” His thumb began to circle your clit, soft moans could be heard from you. Even though he was doing very little actions, you were incredibly sensitive so the littlest things he did could make you moan.

He licked your pussy just so he could taste you, you tasted incredible to him, he wanted more of it. And the way you jolted by his tongue licking your pussy, he knew you wanted more of him too.

“You taste incredible hon.” He praised the juices of your pussy, “Byakuya I-”

You threw your head back when feeling Byakuyas tongue flicking against your clit, your back arched by the feeling.

You grabbed Byakuyas hair, having a almost tight grip on it. You pushed his head further into your pussy.

You curled your toes, rolling your eyes back as he continued to flick his tongue.

“Byakuya!” You moaned out his name, having a tighter grip on his hair.

You squealed when feeling Byakuyas fingers slowly entering your pussy. You let out louder and shaky moans when you could feel his two fingers pumping into your pussy.

He was incredible with his fingers, they were long and skinny.. they really did the job well done.

You could feel yourself about to come soon, it really would not take you long to finish.. He was doing you soo good.

When he began to finger you faster than before, that was it for you.

Your legs began to quiver as you came right on his face, he made sure to catch all of your juices, savoring every little bit of it.

He scooted back a bit to see your wet pussy in all its glory, your pussy was wet from your own juices and the wetness of his tongue.

You could see a slight smirk on his face when he saw your pussy twitch, he looked up and saw your beautiful flushed face, panting. He had certainly done a job well done.

“You see? No other man will make you feel this way but me..” He forcefully brought you down by pulling your legs down, his head rested on your chest, your heart beat soothed him.

“You belong to me.”

“I know.”

“Good.”

[celluzu]

The thing about kind-of sort-of living in your husbands castle is that it gets cold. Really cold, like, really fucking cold.

Roier shoves himself closer to Cellbit, if that were feasibly possible. It's Cellbit's castle after all, this is his fault and so he can pay for it. At the cost of any semblance of personal space he could offer.

The problem is Roier doesn't think Cellbit feels like he's paying for anything at all. That is of course on account of the fact that his currently incredibly neglectful husband is unconscious.

Unconcious. Sleeping was too kind of a term to describe what Cellbit was doing right now.

He mulls over the idea of leaving to go sleep in the infirmary with Forever. That would of course mean getting Cellbit to let go of him... not likely.

Roier groans. Cellbit shifts, and oh. There we go.

He takes the opportunity immediately to shove his face into Cellbit's chest. It's a great place to be, really, even when he's not freezing his ass off. But right now he is freezing his ass off. It helps, Roier can't say he's surprised. Cellbit always inevitably comes through for him, in wake and in sleep. In sickness and health... something like that.

Whatever, he's warmer now.

He's going to make sure they install a fireplace. Or maybe really thick curtains to the balcony. Then they're going to invest in a much, much thicker blanket.

But for now, he's warmer.

[greasydumbfuck]

thinking about frank and sex (in a sad way)

[sugarsnappeases]

is writing your hobbie?

hmmm.... hobby.... curse..... it's all the same really

[faaun]

lmao looking at her insta highlights was a mistake

[todayisafridaynight]

Since you mentioned it, what did you think of Speak No Evil? I was thinking of watching it myself :0

i really liked it ............ my friend scoffed at me when i told her i was watchin it so take my opinion with a grain of salt tho </3

[itsalwaysdark]

the difficulty of trying 2 explain to ppl that im Not being self deprecating or belittling my mental illnesses when i say something that could be perceived as overly critical towards myself but that thise things actually r true abt me. ppl did die.

[tantamounttoflirtation]

"I love a good finger wagging." "Yes you do. How is Margot?" FFS ARE YOU GONNA MAKE A JOKE ABOUT SCISSORING NEXT? HAVE SOME DECORUM AND JUST CALL HER A DYKE ALREADY!!!!!! JEEZ. WE ALL KNOW THATS WHAT YOU REALLY WANNA DO! WHATS SHE GONNA DO ABOUT IT? TAKE YOUR BOOKS AWAY??? STOP BEING A COWARD. GO ON. SAY IT

[noxtivagus]

good morning i am just very slightly worried about prom <3

[cosmictheo]

𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐘 | hwang in-ho

( gif credits to @lalaray )

—summary: for some reason, player 001 seems to like you a little too much, way more than you think. amongst the chaos after the mingle game, he gets closer to you. —pairing: hwang in-ho/young-il/player 001 x female!reader —word count: 4.5k —warnings: bro has a lot of names, +18, smut !!! (minors dni), most definitely ooc!in-ho, descriptions of the reader having female genitalia, some porn with some plot, oral sex (female receiving), fingering, slight voyeurism? (a guard outside the bathroom listening all the tea💀), sub in-ho!!!, obsessive, possessive behavior, mentions of stalking, slight manipulation, in-ho being a slut for the reader, they want each others bodies so bad, panic attack, blood, killing, yk usual squid game stuff.

writer’s note: english is not my mother tongue, so please forgive me if there is a grammatical error. hope you like it!

ᯓ✶ part one ── part two

The first thing you saw were Young-il's eyes, and then you sensed his hands resting on your shoulders, a subtle touch but one that struck your entire core, sending shivers up and down your spine, snapping you out of the trance of shock, drawing you back to reality and back to him.

“Hey, hey, shhh...” he spoke softly, leaning close to you, making all you focused on was him, his voice, his eyes, the way his lips uttered your name. Him, him, him...

“Young-il?” you breathed out, matching your respiration to his ever-calm one.

He nodded his head slightly, his fingers stroking your shoulders soothingly. “You're okay. You did so good. It's over now” his soft whispers felt like an anchor back to earth, anchors you were clinging to with all your might.

“I got you” he assured you, helping you to your feet again. It was only then that you noticed that you were still in the room set of the third game, there was only you and him left in the arena, and the multitude of bodies sprawled around the bloodstained floor, of course. Noticing your gaze drift to the dead people, his hand lifted to your chin, standing right in front of you to block your field of vision and reduce it to just him, his serene face and piercing eyes, “Just look at me, angel. Keep those pretty eyes on me, yeah?”

He delicately pleaded you, his thumb tracing patterns of grazing caresses on the skin of your chin, treating you as carefully as possible. 

And you complied, of course, succumbing to the gentle darkness contained within his eyes. Like a little lamb falling into the wolf's trap.

“There you are,” a little, honest smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

A couple of guards were standing near you, watching you in silence and strangely, allowing Young-il to comfort and help you during your panic attack. The first one you had since you had arrived in the horrifying place, you hadn't cracked once, holding a tough and fearless armor.

“You are safe with me. Nothing will happen to you,” his other hand moved down from your shoulder through your arm, igniting a warm flush on your skin under the passage of his palm, all the way down to encounter yours, his fingers intertwining between yours. “I'll make sure of that, okay?”

You merely manage a trembling nod, holding his gaze. His reassuring, gentle demeanor was all you needed at that moment, in that strange place, full of strangers, he seemed to be the only familiar sight to you, the light among all the ruthless darkness. And his face, exuding concern, completely captured your heart.

Young-il offered you that one protector figure you always needed, that someone to rely on and trust even in your darkest moments.

“Come with me, please” one of the guards, the one with a square outlined on his mask, interrupted your moment, stepping up beside you, his gun pointed at the ground and not at either of you, thank goodness. His voice held a diplomatic, yet polite tone, glancing at the two of you. Young-il glanced at him with a scowl on his face, not too happy that the guard had popped onto the scene, apparently, his gaze went ice cold in the span of a millisecond, “Sir, miss, you need to go back to the main room with the other players.”

“The lady needs to freshen up a bit, could I accompany her to the bathrooms?” Young-il asked— no, rather, he actually demanded of the armed guard, his demeanor shifting to an authoritative one, straightening up and looking at the masked man with imposing eyes.

The guard looked from Young-il to you and back to him, finally nodding his head just once after a few seconds of contemplation, looking at him too long, nearly as if he was considering Young-il's expression, “Of course. Come with me, please.”

You did not decide to comment on the strange behavior of the guard, even they had been acting like human beings, empathetic and considerate. You really couldn't think of anything much at all, all you could focus on was Young-il's hand placed on your lower back as you walked together through the winding, ridiculously colorful corridors and staircases inside the seemingly infinite building.

His touch had your mind a fuzzy blur and the panic and self-doubt in your veins had already been well forgotten, replaced by a state of constant flushing, feeling so small next to him. The feeling was a good one, though. Definitely.

Ever since you had met him he had seemed to have a special liking for you, always making sure you were safe and secure, putting you above the others, making you feel protected and seen. Before every game he made sure he stayed by your side, willing to take whatever risks were necessary for both of you to come out of it alive. Gi-hun had told you a couple of times that he liked you, much more than a friend, but you refused, huffing that it wasn't the place to think about that, much less regarding a man who was married, supposedly. The two of you had really bonded so well, as if you had somehow known each other for a very long time before this.

Once you were in the bathrooms, Young-il closed the door behind both of you, leaving the square guard just outside, and then guided you towards the sinks, opening one so you could take a sip of water.

“Let me...” he quietly whispered, rolling up the sleeves of his turquoise tracksuit and soaking his hands for a few seconds before raising them to your face, running his fingers gently across your cheekbones, removing traces of blood droplets that had been lucky enough to land on your skin, he thought to himself. For some reason, everything felt more intimate than it should have.

You stood in silence, watching him with big, attentive eyes as he wiped your face delicately, as if your skin were the finest porcelain. All that could be heard for a few moments was the water running from the sink and the thundering beat of your heart, desperate to flee out of your chest and leap into his.

“Young-il?”

“Hm?” he hummed, very much focused on cleaning your face, his countenance encouraged you to ask him anything you wanted, it was peaceful and gentle.

“Why do you care so much about me?” you dared to ask him, in a low tone, brave enough to hold his gaze, which softened at your question.

He held back his hands, pulling them away from your face very slowly, analyzing your flushed face for a few moments, contemplating an answer.

“You're special. Very different from the others.”

Young-il sympathized with you, with your history, your person. Usually when he looked at you, he saw his old self, from before all this. He saw in you the good side of things, your good heart, your innocence and kindness, you were much more than a pretty face. He could see past your usual gloomy and pouty face, past your sharp and too cunning eyes, you were too much for that place. And that's why he intended to take you out of there and keep you with him, to have you by his side to care for you and provide for you.

He was excited about the idea of getting to know you further, like a new game in which he had to crack his way through. And In-ho, he was good at games.

You blushed slightly, the hint of a smile tugging at the corner of your lips, “Special?”

Young-il spun around, allowing you to see his side profile as he washed his hands in the sink, concealing the impulse to smirk as he noticed the immediate effect his words had on you. He had you right where he wanted you. 

Now he wasn't wearing his usual dark mask, capable of covering his each and every emotion, no, now his expressions and gestures were for everyone to see, so he had to try a little harder than usual to be cautious. As you too were very careful and cautious, always attentive to your surroundings, you had figured out the objective of the last games as soon as you arrived at the arenas. It had been a record, no other player had been as interesting and quick-witted as you. You only needed a couple of minutes, a scan through the walls, the equipment brought by the guards, and you already had the answer. You were a prodigy. Not even he knew what you were doing in there to begin with, when you should have been in the best university.

You would definitely be a favorite of the filthy V.I.P.'s and that, for some reason, made him uneasy.

“Mhm...” he hummed once again, wetting his face now, refreshing himself as well, thoughtfully, “That makes you dangerous.”

His eyes held a slight playfulness as they met yours now, and his pupils expanded as he watched you step closer to him, unwrapping your sweatshirt from around your waist and lifting it up to his face, gently wiping and drying his skin with it, running the cloth carefully over his cheekbones, forehead and chin, drying every drop of water, sweat and blood that rolled across his skin.

“Why?” you tilted your head, big, interested eyes watching him intently as you carefully wiped his cheeks.

Young-il gazed at you for a few seconds, feeling himself swooning at the careful way you were treating him. He cleared his voice subtly before replying to you, in all honesty, “You're the only one I care about in here.”

Usually In-ho encountered with people who looked at him with fear, with trembling hands, hesitant voice and submissive manners. Most guards were like that with him, he was the Front Man after all. Just a movement of his fingers, a word emitted by his voice, was enough for the whole building to move at his command, for anyone to race to do what he ordered.

But you... you simply reached out to him, touched him, treated him with care, with gentleness and softness, looking at him with warm and sympathetic eyes.

“No other person makes me feel both weak and strong” he rasped out, quietly, his warm breath brushing against your lips, which gaped at his words, his choice of words, “That's dangerous for a man like me”

You motioned to pull your hand away from his face, but he was quick to grab your wrist, stopping the movement.

“Young-il, you're married, I can't—” you hurriedly opted to go the right way, trying to talk some sense into him, shaking your head softly, blinking several times within a single minute. Your heart was already starting to beat faster and he could feel it through his thumb placed on your pulse.

He shook his head, seeking your gaze, his fingers gently squeezing your wrist, not wanting you to move too far away from him.

“I'm not married. I lied” he revealed to you, almost desperately. There was no reason for him to lie to you on that, because he knew that you were someone he could trust, and that everything that was going to happen there, would remain within those walls. A little complicity. A minor crack in the script, in the whole scheme that he had been working on for weeks.

You let him grab your wrist and the jacket of the tracksuit you had previously held in your hand fell to the floor, making a muffled noise that echoed off the quiet walls of the bathrooms. Your brow furrowed slightly, not understanding what he was talking about now.

“You lied? Why?” you asked in a low tone, as if anyone could hear you. It seemed, at least it felt like too private and all too intimate a conversation for anyone to overhear.

“I didn't want to push you away and scare you with my... life resolutions” Young-il lowered your hand now joined with his, looking at you with brighter eyes than usual, “It was the wiser thing to do.”

“Resolutions?” all you appeared to be doing was asking and asking, and In-ho, right there and then, was willing to answer all you wanted to know. Your tone of voice drifted into playfulness, void of judgment or disgust, on the contrary, you reassured him, “All of us here have made bad choices in our lives, that's why we're here. We're all the villains of society”

“Villains...” he repeated, savoring the word and approving it with a gentle nod of his head. Then he tugged on your hand, lifting it to his face, placing an affectionate kiss on your knuckles, doing all of that while keeping eye contact, “But you're not bad, not like them, not like me. You're just so good, angel.” There was the petname again, and it held the exact same effect as when he first called you that, making you blush softly, your legs trembling just barely, your core reacting instantly, your body succumbing to his, longing for him.

His fingers caressed the palm of your hand tenderly, “You have no blood on your pretty hands, no perversity in your little head, no, you're a good girl. You always have been, right?”

He read you like an open book, even though you had been cautious and reserved since the games had begun, you had not let anyone in, much less pass over the walls you had built around yourself. Yet in the span of a few minutes, Young-il had ripped them apart, tearing his way through them, into you.

You caught a glimpse of pity in his eyes.

“You don't have a debt, you just don't have anyone out there waiting for you, to take care of you, provide for you” At his words, you gulped, watching him kiss your knuckles once again, making your heart race, then his lips kissed your pulse on your wrist, and after that, he tugged you closer, placing your palm against his chest, making you feel the beat of his heart as well, “I could be the one. I could take care of you, protect you, give you everything you want. There wouldn't be anything I wouldn't do for you and those eyes. You'd just have to stick by my side, look pretty for me, hm?”

In-ho had been watching you, of course, ever since you had met Gon Ji-cheol in the subway, ever since you had encountered Gi-hun. He knew your life completely, he had grown obsessed with you. You were everything he needed, everything he wanted, the missing piece in his new life. The anchor he desperately needed, yearned to hold on to.

And to your flesh he clung, his lips making a path of light, but tentative kisses on the back of your hand, across your skin, up your arm.

“Young-il...” you breathed out his name a bit stunned by the whole sudden confession. At the sound, he felt his limbs tremble, his lips had reached your bicep and it wasn't until he kissed your shoulder that he opened his eyes so he could look at you with raw adoration, his breath joining yours at the closeness.

“I'll get you out of here, safe and sound. I won't let them touch a hair on your head” he promised, reassuring you, pulling you in, inviting you to slip into his orbit, “I just need you to trust me”

Your eyelashes grazed your cheeks as you blinked slowly, your hand rising to his shoulder, thumb brushing his neck, “How will you do that?”

“Trust me” he pleaded, staring at you for a few seconds before leaning down into you, both of his hands landing on your waist, holding you against him, his face nestled into your neck, he began to press his lips into your skin, kissing it. You close your eyes in utter pleasure, feeling yourself getting all aroused, suffocated by all the attention, the sweet words, his desire for you. 

“Would you do that for me?” he rasped out against your skin before kissing it, sucking lightly, “...hm?”

You nodded, swallowing hard, his lips rapidly kissing your throat, and suddenly, everything was him, his mouth, his breath, his hands squeezing your waist. Him... 

You lifted your chin, allowing him more access to the soft flesh of your neck, seductive lips exploring every inch of your skin.

“Yes”

“That's my girl” he cooed with tenderness, kissing your neck one last time before pulling away from it so he could look at you, not even letting you breathe the air that had slipped out of your lungs for the entirety of his doing, before he was kissing your lips like a starving man.

He breathed against your lips in between frantic open-mouth kisses. He almost felt himself melt as his ears were blessed by the delightful little noises leaking out of your mouth, panting and low moans escalating up your throat.

“Young-il…” you whispered his name, your voice sheepishly lowering as you noticed the look in his eyes, your hands clasped around his neck, fingers trembling from the thrill and sudden shame that shook you.

“Jump” he said, his tone of voice heavy with command, his hands reaching around your waist and down onto your ass to lift you up effortlessly onto the side of the sinks, balancing himself tight against you in between your legs, which wrapped around his hips and pressed him further into you, under an instinctive impulse.

You panted against his lips as you felt his erection against the inside of your thigh, his body eagerly surrendering to yours in desperation.

His commanding voice and face were something that really turned you on even more, if that was even possible. It wasn't usual for him to be this stern with you, he was usually like that with the other players, with strangers, always cautious, quiet and tactful, meticulous of his every step and every word.

“W-wait— we're going to fuck in h-here?” you somehow managed to asked in between frantic, breathless kisses, barely opening your eyes, catching him with an expression of raw lust, pupils fully dilated now.

Young-il smirked playfully, allowing you to catch your breath for a moment, hands caressing your skin appreciatively beneath the fabric of your shirt, before dropping down and laying on either side of you against the sinks, veins bulging against his skin, “You want to do it in the other room? I don't mind having an audience.”

His little tease and the way he tilted his head made you blush furiously, fingers nuzzling the back of his neck, curling between locks of his hair.

“The guard will hear us...” you tried to talk some sense into him, whispering quietly to him, leaning your head even closer, as if you were little kids sharing a forbidden secret.

But Young-il stood his ground, kissing your lips shortly, to reassure you, noticing the worry in your big eyes, “Don't worry about him, don't worry about anyone,” his hand snaked between your bodies, spreading your legs a little further apart, “He won't hear a thing, they never hear or see anything. Not if they are ordered not to”

One of his hands reached up, stroking your hair soothingly, sensing the softness of your locks between his fingers. You were perfect, perfect. And he just knew he could lose all track of time, if it meant letting himself fall into you, touching you, feeling you, worshipping you.

"Lift your hips for me, yeah?”

Obedient, you lifted your hips just a little, letting him pull the hem of your tracksuit pants down your legs, taking it out of the way of obstructing his path into you.

“I know you want this as much as I do, you don't have to say it,” he cheekily smiled, looking up at you once he had lowered your pants down until they were at the level of your ankles. On his journey upwards, he kissed the side of your leg, your knees and your thighs without taking his eyes off yours, he was ruthless and you looked so pretty to him.

“Your body speaks to me, it has spoken to me since the first game. I've noticed the way you look at me. You are a naughty girl.”

You heaved a sigh, closing your eyes and pulling your head back as his hand dipped into the center in between your legs, feeling the wetness of your panties and the heat, your cunt pulsing around nothing. Your hands, now on either side of you clasped onto the ceramics of the sinks, your back arching beautifully.

You can't help the way your body trembles, flutters and simply submits when his finger rubs your swollen clit through your panties, feeling your face and your whole body flush, feeling a sudden wave of embarrassment at the magnitude of his words and the enormity of all that was happening.

“Look at you,” he cooed, eyes locked on your pussy once he had pulled down your panties with precise but desperate motions, ran his index and middle fingers through your slick folds, making you moan, “you're soaking wet for me, just for my kisses? Fuck, you are so beautiful. My pretty, dirty girl. Letting herself be touched by a stranger.... but then again, not a stranger at all, hm?” his voice almost sounded mocking when it reached your ears, “I need to taste you,” his gaze moved up to your face, and he looked nearly pleading, he licked his lips in anticipation, fingers sinking just barely into the small entrance of your core, “may I?”

“Please—” You at once nodded feverishly, almost whimpering over the words that rushed into your throat, “Yes! Please, Young-il, please—”

He dropped to his knees in front of you, slouching closer, sinking right between your legs, his hands lingered around your knees, squeezing them against him with a possessive hold.

“In-ho” he corrected you, flushed against the skin of your inner thigh, pressing kisses along it, all too drunk already by your intoxicating scent, his mind going fuzzy with desire, the urge to make you his, “Call me In-ho”

You didn't even pause to doubt what he was telling you, Hell, you'd call him God if he asked you to. You were in the palm of his hand, on full display. His lips kissed your sex and you mentally thanked fate for putting you there, with him.

“Say it” he ordered, just before he plunged his tongue deep between your folds, knocking all the little breath left in your lungs. “Say my name, angel” the vibration of his voice against the most sensitive flesh of your body clenched the knot deep in the bottom of your belly.

“In-ho” you named him between shaky whimpers and little moans, like a prayer. One of your hands dropped to his head, fingers sinking into the black of his hair, tugging it and making him hiss against your cunt. “In-ho...”

In-ho, In-ho, In-ho...

“Good girl”

God.

He ate your pussy like it was his very last meal, lapping and drinking in everything you had to offer, every bit of wetness from you. The slurping noise burst through every wall of the bathrooms and suddenly, you didn't give a shit if the guard outside heard you, you didn't give a shit if all the guards heard you. 

They could be right there watching you, you couldn't care less, it wouldn't change the way you tugged at his hair, how your eyes rolled back and the way he was gazing up at you from below, kneeling perfectly between your legs as if they were the gates to heaven.

His tongue seemed familiar, his fingers squeezing your thighs, his eyes locked with yours, his lips kissing your sex with no breath, all the breath he needed was you. He didn't feel like a stranger, your body acquainted him, perhaps in another life. It all felt like deja vu, a reminiscence.

Your muscles tensed and he felt it through his tongue. You were about to cum, and your throat felt scratchy from all the moans and whimpers rasping through it.

“Gonna cum, baby?” he coaxed, pulling away from your cunt for just a couple of seconds, sneaking a hand in and pressing just barely at your entrance with a couple of fingers, kissing your clit and sucking it just right, “Yes you are,” he grumbled endearingly, his tongue tracing caresses all around your clit now, looking up at you.

“You're so tight” he marveled, watching in awe as your cunt eagerly attempted to suck in his fingertips, clenching and struggling to fit them. “Look at her, so eager... such a good girl, aren't you?” Once again he leaned into your clit, kissing, sucking and caressing it with his tongue, already too pussy drunk to stop. “Cum for me. Cum on my tongue, yeah, just like that”

“Holy shit, In-ho—” you hiccupped, feeling tears blur your vision, a wave of pleasure unleashing from deep in your belly. You moaned his name like a prayer, pressing his head closer to your cunt on an instinctive impulse, “Mmph!”

Maybe it was seeing his chin and mouth all dripping wet of you, or his dark, deep eyes marveling at how your pussy squeezed tight around his fingers, or his other hand sliding up under your shirt, finding one of your breasts and flicking your nipple. Maybe it was all of it, either way, you were cumming like you had never cum before. Your whole body was shaking and succumbing to the overstimulation. Succumbing to him.

In-ho gulped down everything you gave him like magic waters.

“You taste better than I imagined,” he confided, licking his index and middle finger as well, catching every trace there was of you that he could possibly consume as if it were honey.

Then, he kissed your pussy once more before standing up, sending shockwaves of electricity through your whole body with his touch, his hands settled on your hips, holding you so you wouldn't fall.

And he just smirked. He moved closer to you and kissed your mouth, making you savor your own taste through him, his hands appreciatively caressing your thighs, swiftly pulling up your panties back on.

“You're perfect, perfect,” he smoothed against your lips, his forehead leaning close to yours and he kissed you again, praising you, holding you tight in the afterglow of your orgasm, “My girl, my favorite girl, so good for me"

“We need to get back before someone starts to get suspicious,” he mumbled softly, helping you to your feet and pulling up your pants, always holding you with his hands and strong arms.

“B-but,” you retorted, your hands gripping his shoulders, still feeling your legs a little wobbly and unsteady, your dilated pupils and half-closed eyes following him as he arranged you, “I want to-”

He interrupted you, grinning warmly, stroking a lock of your hair away from your forehead before kissing your lips once more, as if closing a deal, a promise, “There will be time. Be patient, princess. We don't want the others to find out about my favoritism, do we?” seeing you still looking a bit confused, and still denying with your head, In-ho smiled playfully, “That would be very unprofessional of me, so this will be our secret”

This time you kissed him, sealing the secret.

[jackalhadrurusluvr]

repeating my therapists words in my head like the bike message in pokemon

[tojbnuy]

mini part 4 for gojo day 🧁 next part will probably be the finale. thank you for showing best friend toru so much love even tho he is fairly toxic. art by @ _3aem on twt!! part one part two part three

warnings: a very vague birthday bj, some feelings? MDNI

birthdayboybestfriend!satoru who waits with his phone in his hand ignoring all his other messages and skipping to your contact because he knows you’ll say it at bang on midnight. he is then smiling so hard at his phone suguru actually gets worried.

bestfriend!satoru who obviously has party of the century going on at his place. being the star boy he is, he is soaking up the attention. however he has been dyingggg for your arrival, he makes sure to tell every girl that approaches him that he is booked and busy for today.

bestfriend!satoru who tackles you into a massive hug when he sees you and picks you up just to make sure everyone else sees this. you’re wearing white (his favourite) and he knows for a fact you did that on purpose.

bestfriend!satoru who disregards everyone else’s presents for the time being so he can give you and your presents his full attention. unfortunately he is nosy and had scrolled through your google tab last week so he already knew what two of them were going to be.

bestfriend!satoru who (staying true to character) asks you for a birthday kiss. ‘can i have my last present now baby?’ and then he’s pressed up against you and his familiar taste is all you can take in. ‘toru people can see us’ ‘let them see baby’

bestfriend!satoru who wraps your ponytail around his fist whilst you’re talking. sometimes even pulling you back a bit so he can take a long inhale at your neck.

bestfriend!satoru who is actually very annoyed that he got a hot tub because now there were multiple gawking at you. suguru even wolf whistles at you at one point just to rile him up and he got a mouthful of tub water because of it.

bestfriend!satoru who catches you whispering to suguru and finds he definitely does not like the look of that. you had a worried expression which he made a mental note of to ask suguru about later.

bestfriend!satoru who casually gropes at your chest. (you allow him of course) (however you put an end to it when his fingers start to creep into the material of the lace covering your breasts.) (there were simply too many people present but satoru was content with just holding your tit) (stressball >__<)

bestfriend!satoru who makes his closest friends go round the tub and say what they like about him most. suguru is the only one who gives him a slightly heartfelt message, sukuna calls him ugly, toji calls him an airhead, nanami says he is ‘special’ (whatever that means?), shoko says he makes her want to smoke. and then it’s your turn and gojo actually tears up at your beautiful words. your voice and your eyes staring only ever at him saying that he is your person and you really do think he the strongest individual you know. (then he grabs your face and kisses you and the crowd boos until he stops)

bestfriend!satoru who is dead set on you staying with him for the night. ‘you’re not gonna cuddle your best friend on his birthday?’ and how could you everrrr say no to that.

bestfriend!satoru who has his head on your chest, you hands running through his hair and scratching at your scalp. his thighs are covering yours and he lazily kisses at your collarbone. the tension in the room is thick. you can both feel it. it was simply a game of who would move first. satoru knew you wouldn’t, always the more timid and shy one of the two so he took it upon himself to drag his fingers across the waistband of your shorts. ‘wait toru we can’t i’m, i’m your friend?’ god you were too sweet for this earth. ‘it’s okay baby. we don’t have to, but no one’s gonna know. just us.’ and he litters even more feather light kisses to the spot right below your ear until you were letting out soft little sighs. ‘then. then i want to do it, yk since it’s your birthday.’ he knew you weren’t the most conventional best friends but this, this was further than anything you’d ever done before. and he was on cloud nine.

bestfriend!satoru who was now realizing that he had never experienced true joy before this moment. before he had felt your velvet soft lips wrapped around his tip. your tongue licking at his crown so softly, so sweetly. he’s always been a moaner but now he had no shame in the sounds that were leaving him. ‘that’s it baby, just like that. that’s my girl’.

bestfriend!satoru who was a head pusher. he let you set the pace in the beginning but he was growing desperate, something he hadn’t experienced before. your little mewls as he holds you in place right at the base of his dick. your nose nestled against the faint hairs there, and your tears dropping directly into his skin. he had given you the chance to move but being the amazing best friend that you were you swallowed everything he gave you, even opened wide and let him take a look, that to make sure. ‘fuck baby that was the best gift ever’

bestfriend!satoru who snores like a truck directly into your ears and grinds his hips into your thighs whilst he sleeps.

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