#of course we SHOULD be going for princesses

[moralisist]

nanami did anything and everything for his spoiled rotten wife !

notes: fem reader!

you were used to being treated like a princess your entire life and had a confidence that exuded that. when nanami met you, he found it so attractive and your energy engaging. he wanted to be able to maintain you and have you feel free to not worry about anything.

you weren’t just spoiled about money either. it was your time, energy, comfort, and esteem. you didn’t let anything get in the way of how you felt and your motives. if you wanted to achieve or get something, you’d get it on your own measures. you were used to spoiling yourself and/or getting spoiled and nanami made it his mission to keep up the tradition.

“ken, can we get these to match?” you show him the new coach bag that dropped for their valentine’s day collection with a matching wallet set for your husband. “of course, darling. you want it in that color? i like the black too.” “yes ken, thank you.” you kiss him on his lips while sitting on his lap while he’s watching his movie, getting ready to pay using his card. you loved the soft life.

it doesn’t stop there though. nanami made it his duty every evening while you both had quality time to rub your feet, getting any tensions out. he would be reading his book with his left hand and rubbing your white painted toes with his right. he could feel you visibly relax and loved when it was because of him.

been stressed out at work? nanami has cleaned the kitchen and the living room, making sure you won’t have anything else to worry your pretty head about. the least he feel he can do for you is clean up and make the house de cluttered so your mind is de cluttered as well.

although he has plenty of things to handle at jujutsu high, he loved how independent you were on him. he could be gone with late shifts and you understood. of course you told him you’d missed him and any quality time you both could get from each other, you’d grab at it. but you kept yourself occupied with hobbies you’d learn to pick up, hung out with friends you were close to, practicing new dishes and going to the gym or handling work stuff. although sometimes you missed nanami so much it’d hurt, you were your priority and he loved that you knew that.

that’s why nanami never told you no, because you never told yourself no.

“ken can we-” “yes darling.”

“ken i wanted to get-” “it’s ordered my love.”

“ken should we go-” “yes, i’ll warm the car up.”

kento nanami would never stop spoiling his spoiled rotten wife.

[cosmiclily]

hey, sorry if you're tired of seeing me, but what do you think about reader rejecting Vi multiple times cause Vi is like a fuckgirl and reader doesn't know if Vi is only playing or mocking her, and don't wanna get hurt, but Vi it's totally serious and wants to get reader so bad?

btw, hope you're okay, have a great day, love ya! 🫶🏼

all of the girls you loved before

♡ vi x f!reader

wc: 4k

notes: i love seeing your asks 😭😭 don’t worry !! (sorry for taking so long to make this lol i haven’t been writing this much lately) i love this idea and i LOVED how this turned out, i want a girlfriend so bad now 😔

If you asked any gay girl (or bi, or questioning—basically anyone even remotely attracted to women) about Vi Vanderson, you’d get one of three very specific responses:

1. “She’s the love of my life, but I can’t get her to look my way.”

2. “I hate her and I hope she dies a slow, dramatic, painful death.”

3. “She said she’d call me back and I’ve been waiting for a week. Can you tell her to text me?”

Which, honestly, tells you everything you need to know about her.

Violet Vanderson had that reputation—the kind where she’d either broken your heart, your roommate’s heart, or was currently in the process of doing both. She had an effortless charm, a smirk that could melt steel, and a walk that made heads turn in slow motion. Basically, she was a walking red flag... and yet, somehow, irresistible.

So when she’d throw a wink my way, flash that annoyingly perfect grin, and drop the cheesiest pick-up lines known to mankind—“Your eyes are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, princess”—I didn’t exactly swoon. I simply rolled my eyes.

Because we were friends. And if Vi flirted with strangers for fun, she flirted with me for sport.

“You know, princess,” she said on a typical morning, stealing one of my fries with no shame, “you’re the most gorgeous girl in here. When are you finally going to let me take you on a date?”

I didn’t even look up. “Piss off, Violet. Go flirt with Sarah or something—she’s been staring since you walked in.”

Vi glanced over her shoulder, spotted Sarah practically drooling, then turned back to me with a smug little smirk. “She doesn’t have your charm.”

I snorted. “I’m not on the menu.”

“Maybe,” she said, plucking another fry. “But I’m patient.”

And that was the problem with Vi—she knew exactly how to walk the razor-thin line between teasing and tempting, and she was dangerously good at pretending it didn’t mean anything.

The real question was: when did I start wishing she meant it?

I mean, I wasn’t that stupid... right?

No. There was absolutely no way I was falling for my walking-red-flag-of-a-friend. The same friend who flirted with any girl who so much as breathed in her direction. The one who collected hearts like seashells on a beach and didn’t even pretend to keep track of whose they were.

Of course I wouldn’t be that girl.

I wouldn’t be stupid enough to feel a little flutter in my chest every time she called me princess. Or get all flustered when she teased me just to see me blush. Or mad—irrationally mad—when she smirked like she knew exactly what she was doing.

And she did know.

“You’re gonna wait forever, then,” I said flatly, standing up and grabbing my tray, done with being caught in Sarah’s piercing glare. “I’m not interested. At all.”

I didn’t wait for her response, didn’t risk looking back at her face, because if I did, I knew I’d see that stupid half-smile of hers—the one that said, I know you’re lying.

But as I walked away, I heard her voice ring out across the cafeteria, louder than necessary and way too dramatic.

“Don’t do this to my heart! You know you love me!”──────────────────────

The next time Vi tried to convince me we should go out, I was sitting under my favorite tree on campus during lunch, headphones in, enjoying the rare peace, when her shadow suddenly blocked out the sun like a bad omen.

I didn’t even have to look up. “If you’re here to confess your undying love again, I’m gonna need it in writing. Preferably notarized.”

Vi laughed and dropped down beside me like she belonged there. “Can I at least offer a bribe before the proposal?”

I sighed and took one earbud out. “Depends. Is it food?”

She grinned like she’d just scored a goal. “Better. It’s me. I come with jokes, tattoos and limited emotional availability. Total package.”

I blinked at her. “Wow. I can’t imagine why you’re still single.”

“Me neither,” she said, leaning back on her hands, stretching like she was trying to give the sun a show. “Maybe it’s because the girl I actually like keeps rejecting me in increasingly creative ways.”

I scoffed at that, like she actually liked me. I ignored the way my heart did an actual somersault in my chest.

“Maybe,” I muttered, biting into my sandwich like it could distract me from her eyes on me.

She leaned in just a bit, lowering her voice like we were sharing secrets. “Come on. Just one date. If you don’t have the best time of your life, I swear I’ll never flirt with you again.”

I turned to her slowly, looking her dead in the eyes. “You say that like it’s supposed to scare me.”

Her smirk only deepened. “Because you’d miss me.”

“Oh, yes, I’d really miss being aggressively hit on while I try to eat a sandwich with too much mustard. Huge loss.”

“You pretend to hate it,” she said, nudging her knee against mine. “But you haven’t told me to stop.”

I narrowed my eyes, cheeks warming despite my best efforts. “Maybe I like watching you embarrass yourself.”

Vi raised a brow, eyes glinting with something that made my stomach twist. “Then you must love me by now.”

I scoffed. “Love you? Please. I tolerate you the same way I tolerate cramps and coffee withdrawals.”

She clutched her chest like I’d stabbed her. “Brutal.”

“Good,” I said, wrapping my sandwich back up. “Maybe then you’ll finally take the hint and let me rot in peace.”

“Not a chance, princess,” she said, all confidence and charm, her infuriatingly pretty eyes locked on mine. “I’m in this for the long game.”

And to be honest? I was almost—almost—ready to give in. To say yes, just to see what she thought she’d get out of this.

Maybe she liked the challenge. Maybe it thrilled her to know I was the only girl who hadn’t fallen headfirst into her lap. Maybe the chase was more exciting than the prize.

And that’s what scared me the most.

Because if I said yes—if I let her take me out, let her treat me like I was the only girl in the world for a night—what then?

What if she kissed me, touched me like I was something soft and fragile instead of her sarcastic best friend, and took me back to her room? The same room where she’s taken all the others before me. The same room I’ve heard stories about, or walked past, knowing some random girl was probably still tangled in her sheets.

Would I just be another name on that list?

Would she lose interest the second I stopped being a challenge?

Because once I crossed that line, there was no going back. Our friendship wouldn’t survive it—not intact. And neither would I.

Somewhere along the line, Vi stopped being just my flirty, reckless friend with too many one-night stands and a wink that could burn straight through steel. She became someone I couldn’t afford to lose.

And that made everything so much more complicated.

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After that day by the tree, it felt like something shifted. Like Vi sensed that I was slipping. That maybe—just maybe—I was close to giving in. And if she did notice? Oh, she absolutely took it as a challenge.

Maybe she was doing the same thing she always had, or maybe this time it was different. Maybe I was just different—too tired to keep pretending her attention didn’t affect me.

“Good morning, princess. Looking beautiful as always,” she said with that casual confidence, her grin tugging slightly at the little scar on her upper lip.

And of course, my traitor eyes immediately darted to her mouth. Like clockwork.

It was too early for this. Too early to fight the urge to smile back or roll my eyes or reach out and touch her—God, why did she always look so good first thing in the morning?

I tried to muster a response, something snarky, something that would remind her (and myself) that I wasn’t buying it.

“Do you ever wake up and decide not to flirt with someone?” I muttered, brushing past her with my coffee in hand. “Or is this just a full-time job for you?”

“Only when you’re around,” she shot back, grinning like she’d already won something.

I didn’t respond. Couldn’t, really. Because if I did, my voice might crack under the weight of how badly I wanted to believe she meant it this time.

And she didn’t stop. Not that day, not the next, and definitely not the one after that. If anything, she doubled down.

Every morning came with a new compliment, a pet name, a reason for her to stand too close or brush her hand against mine like it was an accident.

“Nice shirt,” she said one afternoon, leaning over the back of the couch where I was writing one of my essays. “Brings out your eyes. Not that I need a shirt to notice those.”

I didn’t even look up. “You say that like you haven’t recycled that line a hundred times.”

“Maybe I have,” she murmured, her breath warm against the shell of my ear. “But it still makes you blush.”

Damn her.

I slammed my laptop shut and stood, brushing past her. “You are unbelievable, you know that?”

She followed, undeterred. “What can I say? I have a soft spot for beautiful girls who act like they hate me.”

“I don’t hate you,” I snapped, stopping short. “I just don’t believe you.”

That made her pause. For the first time in a while, Vi didn’t have a quip ready. She just stood there, lips slightly parted, like she hadn’t expected honesty to sting so much.

“I’m not trying to mess with you, Y/N,” she said after a beat, softer this time. “I know I’ve been… stupid with other people. But you’re not them.”

And that was the most dangerous thing she could’ve said.

Because some part of me wanted to believe her. So badly. But that little voice in the back of my head—the one that remembered every time I saw her kiss someone else at a party, every wink she threw at another girl—it wouldn’t let me forget.

So I laughed. Cold. Dismissive. Defensive.

“Try that line on someone who hasn’t heard your greatest hits, Violet.”

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I tried avoiding Vi for a while. Maybe if I didn’t see her, I’d build up some kind of immunity to her constant flirting. Maybe the distance would help me put my walls back up, stronger than before. Maybe I’d stop slipping.

Desperate times, right? I even went to a party. But of course, the moment I stepped into the frat house, there she was, like fate had planned it just to mess with me.

Drink in hand, hair styled exactly the way I liked it—messy but deliberate—and that stupid black jacket hanging off her shoulders like she owned the night. She was leaning in close to some girl I didn’t recognize, and it took everything in me not to turn around and leave.

She had that look again. The “I’m going to ruin your life, and you’re going to thank me for it” look. Eyes half-lidded, head tilted just enough to seem effortless. I watched as she tucked a strand of hair behind that girl’s ear, smiled like she meant it, and brushed her fingers along her shoulder. Textbook Violet.

And it made my blood boil.

I tried to play it cool. Pretend it didn’t bother me. Pretend I wasn’t two seconds away from marching over there and dragging her out by her smug smirk.

But then she looked at me.

Just one glance—one second—and suddenly it was like her flirty dial cranked up to a thousand. She leaned in even closer to the girl, whispered something, and then—of course—she made her way over to me.

Drink still in hand. Grin still plastered across her face.

I didn’t even wait for her to speak.

“Oh, don’t stop now,” I snapped, arms crossed tight. “She looked like she was really enjoying herself.”

Vi blinked, taken aback. “What?”

I laughed, bitter and sharp. “Don’t play dumb, Vi. She was practically on top of you.”

The smirk twitched back onto her lips, but this time it looked more like a shield than confidence. “Is someone jealous?”

And that did it.

“See?” I snapped, louder than I meant to. “That’s exactly what I mean. You say you want me, that I’m the only girl you’re actually serious about—but the second I’m not around, you’re back to being the stupid version of you. Flirting with anything that breathes. How am I supposed to take you seriously when you act like that?”

Her smile dropped. Just like that. Her jaw clenched, and she stepped closer, something softer flickering behind those impossible blue eyes. “You really think I don’t mean it?”

“I think you don’t know what you mean,” I said, my voice trembling now, though I tried to hold it steady. “And I’m not going to be just another girl you use to pass the time.”

Silence settled between us. The music around us kept playing, but it sounded so far away. For the first time, she didn’t throw back a comeback. She just stood there, those goddamn puppy-dog eyes searching mine, her throat working like she was trying to find the right words.

“I’m not trying to pass the time,” she said quietly, voice low and rough. “I’m trying to get you to believe that I’m in this for you. And yeah, I flirt. That’s how I cope. That’s how I hide. But nothing I’ve ever said to them meant even half as much as what I say to you.”

I wanted to believe her. I really wanted to.

“I want to believe you,” I whispered, looking away. “But your words don’t match your actions, Vi. And I… I don’t want to be just another girl on your bed.”

She took a breath, and for a second, I thought she might say something reckless and heartbreaking. But instead, she just said, “Then tell me what to do to prove it.”

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Then tell me what to do to prove it.

Her voice echoed in my head long after the conversation ended.

And true to her word, Vi didn’t just let it go.

The next day, there was coffee waiting for me at my desk. We had the same 8 a.m. lecture, and as I stepped into the room and made my way to my usual table, I saw it—my exact order, the one I never told anyone because it was way too specific, was waiting for me, my name written in her messy scrawl on the side.

“I’m not flirting,” she said as I eyed the cup suspiciously. “I’m just… paying attention.”

Day two: A sticky note on my computer that said “You looked beautiful yesterday. Just thought someone should tell you”

Day three: the Jane Austen book I’d been dying to read—the one I kept complaining was always checked out from the library—sitting on my living room table. Another sticky note on the cover: “Someone finally returned it! :)”

Every day after that, there was something new. Something soft. Something small. A gesture that felt intentional. Deliberate. Real.

And she wasn’t flirting the way she used to. No more over-the-top pickup lines. No more exaggerated winks. No more “princess” with a grin that dared me to fight her off. Now, when she looked at me, it felt… different. Like she wasn’t trying to seduce me—just see me.

And it was terrifying.

Because on one hand she was being true to her word, she was showing me that she actually—actually!!—wanted me, not just because I was a challenge, but because it was me.

But on the other hand, I couldn’t shake the fear. What if she slipped? What if the next party rolled around and I turned to see her back to whispering in someone else’s ear, smirk in full force, drink in hand?

What if this version of her—soft, steady, real—was only temporary?

Still, with every action, every quiet gesture, it was like she was telling me, “Yes, I’m serious about you.” And no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t ignore the growing feeling that giving her a chance was the right thing to do.

Maybe I was going to be the stupid girl who fell for her walking-red-flag-of-a-friend.

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I don’t know what finally broke through my defenses.

Maybe it was the book.

Maybe it was the way she stopped trying to win me over with smirks and pickup lines and started showing up with nothing but sincerity.

Or maybe it was how quiet she’d gone about it all—how she never pointed out the things she did, never asked for credit, never even looked to see if I noticed.

But I did.

God, I noticed.

Every sticky note. Every small gesture. Every look that lingered longer than it should have.

So the next time she handed me a coffee, I didn’t roll my eyes. I didn’t raise a brow or accuse her of flirting.

I just took it.

“Thanks,” I said, soft and a little unsure, brushing my fingers against hers for maybe a second too long. “You remembered the oat milk this time.”

“You’re welcome,” she said slowly, carefully, like she didn’t want to scare me off by saying too much.

I held her gaze a moment longer than I usually would. Then I glanced down at the cup, smiling faintly when I saw our names written side by side in her handwriting, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

I swallowed, heart in my throat. “I was thinking…” I said, trying to keep my tone light even though my palms were sweating, “if you’re not busy Friday night, maybe we could… grab dinner or something?”

Vi blinked. Once. Twice.

Then her whole face lit up like I’d just handed her the moon.

“You’re asking me out?” she said, grinning so wide it was nearly blinding. “Is this a trap? Are cameras gonna pop out?”

I laughed, embarrassed, but I didn’t take it back. I couldn’t. “Don’t push it, Violet.”

She leaned in, her voice softer than I’d ever heard it. “I won’t. I swear. Just tell me where to be… and I’ll be there.”

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Friday night came faster than I expected, and the moment I saw her standing outside the restaurant, every ounce of my carefully built composure cracked.

She wasn’t in her usual leather jacket and cocky smile. Instead, she wore a crisp white shirt, tucked into her loose black jeans. Her hair was still slightly messy, and she kept spinning the rings on her fingers like she was nervous. Vi. Nervous. That alone nearly made me trip over my own feet.

“You showed,” she said, looking me up and down slowly.

I walked up to her, trying not to look like I’d been holding my breath the entire ride there.

A soft smile tugged at her lips. “You look… incredible.”

“And you’re still a flirt,” I replied, brushing past her with a smirk, my cheeks flushing. “But thanks.”

She chuckled and held the door open for me, just a little shy this time—like she was still half-expecting me to change my mind.

Dinner started awkwardly. We both fumbled over the menu, over small talk, over who was going to order the wine. It felt like trying on new clothes—familiar pieces in an unfamiliar context.

But somewhere between the second glass of wine and a story she told about her and Jinx sneaking onto a rooftop to watch fireworks, things started to ease. I was laughing—really laughing. And Vi… she just looked at me like I’d hung the stars.

“You know,” I said, taking another sip of wine, “I thought I had you all figured out.”

“Yeah?” She raised an eyebrow. “What did you think?”

“That you were just in it for the challenge. Trying to get into my pants because I didn’t immediately fall at your feet. And that once you got what you wanted, you wouldn’t even look my way again.”

She huffed a short laugh. “And now?”

“Now… I feel like you’re being genuine. I don’t know. You keep surprising me.” I paused. “And I like it.”

She reached across the table, slow and careful, her fingers brushing mine.

“And I hope I keep surprising you,” she whispered. “As long as you let me.”

I let my hand turn, let our fingers tangle—just a little.

Maybe I was still scared. Maybe I still didn’t have all the answers.

But in that moment—with her looking at me like I was something rare—I wasn’t turning away.

We ended up walking after dinner, neither of us ready to call it a night. The city buzzed softly around us—the way it always did after 10 p.m.—still alive, but quieter. Calmer. Like it was winding down, holding its breath along with us. We wandered toward the park, the air cool and just a little crisp, carrying that quiet kind of magic only late nights could.

“Okay,” Vi said, nudging me gently with her elbow. “Be honest. Dinner wasn’t a complete disaster, right?”

I smirked. “I mean, you didn’t make me mad, and you didn’t flirt with the waitress—huge progress.”

She laughed, the sound echoing lightly in the open air. “So I get points for not being a menace?”

“You get points for trying,” I replied, casting a glance at her from the corner of my eye. “And maybe for making me laugh.”

Her smile softened at that. We walked in silence for a bit, but it wasn’t awkward—just… easy. Comfortable. Somewhere along the path, we passed a little ice cream stand still open, and Vi tugged me gently to a stop.

“Ice cream?” she asked, her eyes practically sparkling. “My treat.”

I raised an eyebrow. “If this is your secret strategy to win me over, it’s dangerously effective.”

“Not a strategy,” she said with a grin, already pulling out her wallet. “Just craving something sweet.”

The old woman behind the counter gave Vi a knowing smile after handing us our cones. As Vi turned back toward me, I caught the faint pink on her cheeks.

We found a bench near the edge of the lake and sat, ice cream in hand—mine was mint chocolate chip, hers something absurdly fruity. The streetlights cast everything in a soft golden glow, and a breeze rustled the trees overhead. In the distance, someone strummed a guitar lazily. It felt like a scene from a movie I hadn’t realized I was starring in.

“You’ve got a little…” Vi gestured vaguely toward my face.

I blinked. “What?”

“Here,” she said, and before I could react, she leaned in. Her fingers brushed my cheek, her thumb warm as it wiped a smudge of green ice cream from the corner of my mouth.

It was such a small touch. But it stopped everything.

She didn’t pull away right away. Her eyes flicked to my lips—slowly, carefully—and then met mine. The air between us shifted, suddenly charged. My breath caught in my throat. Everything about her—her nearness, the way her hand lingered just a second too long, the way she looked at me like I was the only thing that mattered—made the world go still.

I could’ve pulled back.

But I didn’t.

Instead, I leaned in, just slightly, testing the waters. Vi mirrored the movement instantly—like we’d both been waiting for this and didn’t want to move too fast and break it.

Her lips brushed against mine—soft, unsure, hesitant. When I didn’t move away, she kissed me deeper. Gentler. Like she wanted to memorize it, savor every second.

And I kissed her back.

It wasn’t desperate. It wasn’t rushed. It was slow and careful, like she was trying to say everything she hadn’t been able to in words.

When we finally pulled apart, both of us breathless, her forehead rested lightly against mine. Her hand still hovered near my cheek.

“Still not flirting,” she whispered, her eyes fluttering shut.

I laughed quietly. “Liar.”

But I didn’t let go.

And neither did she.

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masterlist

[starlighthosh]

Ot 13 partner privileges

Pairing: svt x reader

Warning: fluff, slight crack too, adorable actually

This is purely my opinion!

Scoups

steal his clothes

Do we all remember the beef between scoups and hoshi because hoshi stole his hat? Yeah that won’t happen with you. Doesn’t matter if you ask him or not, he won’t say anything about it. Even if it’s his favorite jacket, man loves you. His heart clenches everytime he sees you wearing his stuff. On some days he might tease you like “That’s my shirt” and if you tease him back he might take it from you himself..🤭

Jeonghan

doesn’t cheat

He loves to cheat. We all know that. Not because he wants to win so badly, but because it’s just more fun for him that way. If you two play a game together and he notices you really want to win, he won’t cheat just so you can be happy winning, teasing him about it. (Might cheats so you win, if you’re really bad) if I see anyone hating him for making things fun istg

Joshua

everything?

I feel like with Joshua you get every privilege there is. He’s just so man of my dreams coded, like the full package. Of course there are some boundaries that you should also respect, but other than that it’s a total princess treatment. He always makes sure you get what you want and are comfortable and happy.

Jun

wears a sleeping mask

The first time you stayed over at his place and woke up to him sleeping with his eyes open, you were terrified. When you asked him about it, he quickly apologized. The next time he wore a sleeping mask, so you don’t get scared of him again. You feel bad for him but he insists that it even became a habit now. My precious baby😭

Hoshi

shuts up

Hoshi has soooo much energy in him, sometimes it can get really loud with him. You knew what you said yes to, when you both started dating, but everyone sometimes just needs a little peace. In those times, all it takes is a quick look at him and he’s immediately silent. But he really just looks so cute, you can’t resist to cuddle him and let him continue talking. I’m actually so soft for him it’s not even funny

Wonwoo

mess up his game

Let’s say you’re not that good at gaming, but still wanted to try it. He just lets you do so. Imagine you sitting in his gaming chair and he’s standing behind you, towering over you and showing how to play the game. But all that doesn’t really do anything. You still suck at the game and made him drop a league. He’s just gonna give you a quick kiss and nicely tells you that you need more training. That’s it. ARGHAHRHSHTEJE

Woozi

physical touch

We all know, Woozi isn’t that big on physical affection. But with you, he’s a goner. Every touch from you makes his brain go brrrr. Lets you cuddle him as long as you want to, sit on his lap while he’s making that genius music of his and play with his hair, holds your hand under the table when you’re out with the others. He’s acting all nonchalant but inside he’s sweating the shit out.

Minghao

disturb his tea time

Minghaos tea time is very precious to him. It’s the time he takes for himself to calm down, think about life, read something, might also draw, just enjoy the silence. So when someone interrupts him he gets quite furious. The members already warned you from it. One day you accidentally walked into his tea time. You already called his name out before entering the room and started your question. You froze on the spot, afraid of what happens next. But nothing happened. Absolutely nothing except for a sweet smile from him.

Mingyu

tease him

No.1 bullied member from seventeen. He actually can’t breathe because the members tease him so often. It’s all fun and jokes, but sometimes it just gets too much and he gets a bit upset. But never with you. Whenever you tease him, he’s just smiling like a teenage girl, kinda squealing. He knows that you date him because you fell in love with his silly personality. So there’s no reason for him to be upset about it.

Dk

doesn’t randomly start belting a song

He loves to sing. And we all know that sometimes he just starts singing high notes out of nowhere. The first time you experienced the jumpscare of him, both of you lay on the floor laughing. Since then though, he made sure to let you know beforehand or doesn’t do it at all when you’re around, afraid you’re maybe gonna die by a heart attack if he does it again.

Seungkwan

lets you win at sports

He’s pretty eager to win, when it comes to his precious ball games. It’s just that pride in him he protects very well. But you’re also very determined to win. If it means that he has to lose a few games, just so he can see your beautiful smile, he will gladly do so. just marry me already

Vernon

goes out more often

There’s nothing better for him than to go on late night walks with you, sharing headphones, listening to your favorite artists, maybe get something from the convenient store. Everything about it just seems so peaceful and perfect about it. You’ve been going on late nights walks almost every day since you two have been dating. He uses his job as an excuse that he “needs more oxygen”, but he really just appreciates the time with you.

Dino

asks for help on a choreo

Even if you’re not a dancer, he’s still gonna ask you. He likes the idea of connecting the two things he loves the most with each other, also sees it as a great way of spending time together. Sometimes your ideas are actually really good. He always mentions it with his members, that you could easily choreograph a song for them.

[thedarkjerg]

Gortash: so, are you going to say something or are we going to be seated in utter silence?

Sceleritas fel: I will say naught.

Gortash: may I ask what it is that I did wrong?

Seleritas: your existence in this world.

Gortash: likewise

Sceleritas: you dare disrespect the servant of the scion of bhaal?

Gortash: yes.

Sceleritas: how master can tolerate your unbearable company, is beyond me.

Gortash: your master enjoys it.

Sceleritas: you wouldn't say that in front of lord bhaal, now would you?

Gortash: I downright would.

Sceleritas: I see. well then I say we shall seek an audience with the god of murder himself, what say you?

Gortash: what, right now?

Sceleritas: no, in a ten-day. Of course now, you simpleton.

Gortash: you're duping me.

Durge: why are you getting duped?

Sceleritas: oh master, the banite here, would like an audience with your father.

Durge: what?, are you deranged? Why would you want to do that?

Gortash: I don't, your butler is disingenuous, I would never intend on meeting your father, ever.

Sceleritas: you cannot be dishonest all your life, little tyrant. Be truthful for once.

Gortash: you imp, stop with the lies.

Sceleritas: now you're insulting me, how delightful. Master why do you put up with this impractical human?

Durge: fel, quit teasing him.

Gortash: listen to your master, you punchable goblin.

Sceleritas: yes master, as you wish.

Durge: good.

Gortash: what's the matter, can't provoke me in front of your master?

Durge: quit teasing my butler, enver.

Gortash: he did it first, he hates me.

Sceleritas: I don't even know you.

Gortash: you deformed wretch, tell the truth for once.

Sceleritas: you see master, the colourful vocabulary he spews out, is just astonishing. Someone ought to show him some decorum.

Durge: someone should show you the door, fel. Leave.

Sceleritas: of course master.

Gortash: bye bye, princess.

Sceleritas: bitch.

[sturnstars5]

reunited-chris sturniolo

chris reuniting with his wife and daughter after tour

warnings:nothing just fluff

your daughter did nothing but sit in front of the door. she wouldn’t move for anything, she only had one goal for the day, and that was to see her dad walk through the door.

she loved you so much, but she was always a daddy’s girl. the way chris was so gentle and caring with her made your heart swell. he was the perfect girl dad.

“mama, when’s daddy gonna get home?” she asked, with the cutest pout on her face.

“it should be soon sweetheart! in the meantime, why don’t we go play a game or watch tv?” you asked, hoping to pry your daughter away from the door.

“no! i gotta be ready.” she says, stomping her foot on the ground and crossing her arms.

even though you told your daughter you didn’t know when chris was getting home, you knew it would be any second now-

the front door swung open, revealing a tired yet happy chris standing in front of it. in the distance, you could see nick and matt wave through the car window as they drove off.

“daddy!” your daughter yelled.

chris swooped her up in his arms, enveloping her in a giant hug. he gave her a kiss on her forehead as she nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck.

you couldn’t help but smile at the sight. you loved seeing chris so naturally happy like this. it was nothing but pure love.

“hey, princess!” he says, setting her down carefully on on the floor.

next he walks over to you, wrapping you up in a hug equally as big as the one he gave your daughter. he presses a kiss full of passion and love onto your lips, making you realize how much you missed him.

“daddy can we go watch frozen?!” your daughter exclaims, jumping up and down ecstatically.

“of course princess, why don’t you go get some blankets and pillows so we can make a blanket fort!” he says.

“ooh, okay!!!” she exclaims, running to her room to get the pillows and blankets off her bed.

“i missed you so much, sweetheart.” he says, pressing his forehead against yours.

“i missed you too, chris.” you say. you can feel a huge grin on his face as he leans down to kiss you again.

“i love you, y/n.”

“i love you too, im so glad you’re home.”

you hear little footsteps growing louder, your daughter entering the room with piles of pillows and blankets.

“i’m ready!” she says.

a/n: love this sm oml

dividers: the lovely @bernardsbendystraws

[sturniolo04]

Looks Like They Know M.S.

Bf!Matt x Gf!Fem!Reader

A/N: If you don't like the preadded name in my stories, you can either add your own name or not read it; it's up to you :)

Savannah and Matt haver been dating for a little over 5 months and have kept there relationship out of the public eye pretty much which included not only the fans but also Matt's triplet brothers. i mean sure we should have told them about it when it first happened and we first got together but we wanted to enjoy each others company without having to worry about if we were spending too much time with each other.

"hey chris"

savannah greets walking out from matt's room discreetly surprised at finding him in the kitchen.

"hey"

he greets not even looking up from his phone yet which you breathily sigh out with relief knowing he didn't see you come out from his brothers room to question you on it.

"i thought you were playing fortnite live"

you question already knowing that they were and that he only come down to grab a breather.

"umm yeah i thought you were in nick's room"

he questions finally shifting his gaze putting his phone back in his pocket.

shit

Savannah forgot Nick's PC hasn't been working which is why he wasn't playing live with them.

"um uh i was in matt's room actually"

you nervously say hoping he would question it further

"hm okay then well i am going back to the game"

he replies ignoring the nervousiness that was painted on your face

You took a huge breath out as you close the door to matt's room as he make subtle eye contact with you carefully not alert the viewers or nick or chris that there was another presence in his room.

You couldn't deny it was getting harder to explain to chris and nick why you were spending so much time with Matt out of the three of them. Matt sensing the tension in the air turned his video off but forgot the most important thing his microphone.

"whats wrong"

"nothing"

you sigh out as matt turns around in his seat opening his arms as you make your way over to him, sitting on his lap.

" come on i know you what's wrong princess"

matt asks again. Unbeknownst to you two everyone can hear this interaction

"matt who the fuck are you talking to"

nick ask through chris mic

"probably Savannah she was in his room"

chris shrugs off fixating his attention to the chat on his screen.

"guys what the fuck are you saying he called her what"

chris questions confused scanning the chat.

"matt i dont know if i can keep this secret from them any longer"

"well do you think we should tell them"

he questions you looking at you scanning your face for your unreadable emotions.

"yeah we have to so i dont accidently let them find out on their own you know"

savannah states as she runs her hand through his fluffy hair.

"guys come on they are not dating"

nick replys to the chat verbally reading it

"okay well i have to get back to the game"

matts states as you standing up from his lap placing a kiss on his lips before heading over to his bed.

"hey chat- oh my what are yall saying"

"matt you left your mic on the whole time"

nick interjected.

"what"

he replies covering his mouth shocked.

" yeah who were you talking to were you on the phone"

"no i wasnt talking with anyone"

matt says deflecting the question starting another game.

"matt you weren't calling savannah princess that would be so weird yall are best friends"

chris stated as you started to lock in on the game in progress

"yeah of course i didnt think i said that"

matt says blowing it off still.

A few minutes pass by and savannah completely forgot that there was a stream going on making her way over to him standing in between his legs hugging him catching him off guard.

"holy shit no way"

chris whispers noticing the pair since the camera was still on shifting his gaze interchangeably with the now blowing up chat.

" how long has that been a thing"

nick whispers to chris as he shrugs his shoulders in reply.

"hi baby"

matt greets as he lovingly pats your ass given the position you were in. Savannah shifts herself looping her legs around his torso sitting on his lap, still unaware this is all going to all over social media.

"uhh MATT"

nick screams into chris mic as the pair jumps turning to face his computer screen.

"shit"

"when and how"

chris asks simply.

"surprise"

savannah giggles out.

"well looks let everyone knows now"

matt chuckles resting his hands on the sides of your hips.

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[grandistragedia]

EVERYBODY STEP BACK I'M GONNA DEFEND BOTH REINHARD AND HEINKEL

Reinhard's words make perfect sense when you take a few things into account:

the Astreas are a relatively poor noble family whom are only kept relevant by the fact that they produce the strongest warriors in the kingdom (specifically THE strongest one), it's likely that eveen beyond Will and Heinkel's self worth issues the entire family has this general feeling of "the invincibility of the sword saint is the only thing that matters about us, otherwise we're worthless" and Reinhard would have been no exception

and since his grandfather is so utterly emotionally stunted that he has never said "i love you" to his wife it's very likely that love itself is a fairly foreign concept to Reinhard (especially by this point, this Reinhard who does nothing but train and train with the hopes of accomplishing this "duty" he is constantly told matters more than anything but that he does not fully understand) to Reinhard the only thing that gives someone their "worth" is their strength, so of course he said those words: if his grandma only lost because she lost her blessing then that means she didn't lose her worth, after all his father and grandfather only ever talked about grandma's strength when praising her, that means her strength was the only thing about her they cared about, so this is GOOD news: they can still care about grandma even if she lost (obviously this is just the logic of a 5 year old living in a really fucked up enviorment)

also as someone who had to take a 5 year old to our grandma's funeral, I assure you all Reinhard's behavior is nothing out of the ordinary: they DO *NOT* understand ANYTHING about the situation, hell they don't even understand the concept of "death" yet, it's too alien to them.

because it's also worth pointing out that adult Reinhard clearly does NOT have this mentality anymore. like he still spends a lot of time talking about how he "must do this duty in the name of the honor of the Van Astrea nobility" like a good little calamity princess paladin but that's mainly just because he's been indoctrinated his entire life to put the honor/glory of his house above the worth of his life, he's no longer applying that logic to anyone else appart from himself, he doesn't treat Heinkel like he's worthless for being a weakling and nor does he hold his grandfather to the impossible standards he holds himself, even the fact that he now seems to view himself as his grandmother's sole killer indicates that he's (somewhat) realized that what he said was wrong, well he understands that Will and Heinkel didn't love Theresia because of her strength, he still clearly puts the invincibility of the sword saint as the only thing giving it worth (which is a problem since the sword saint is HIM now)

as for Heinkel: I don't think he was wrong.

If I ever find out my father said something THIS atrocious to my son, I am cutting him off, like if I had the capacity to do it I would also beat him up for good measure just to be through

even with the added context of "Wilhelm didn't MEAN to blame reinhard for theresia's death, it was just a slip of the tongue" well he was still the first person to put the idea of "let's blame reinhard" out into the world and ultimately the entire Van Astrea family (including Reinhard himself) decided "y'know what, we SHOULD just blame Reinhard, let's go ahead and do that" so argueably Wilhelm was still the start of the "Reinhard blaming train"

now with more nuance, Heinkel should have tried to talk to his dad in order to sort out the misunderstanding (he probably didn't do it because by this point he had other problems like his wife being in a coma) this probably would have helped them all retain a bit of a healthier relationship

even then I wanna say: Wilhelm did not get "coolsville'd", he had a freudian slip, by the time the show takes place it's clear he ABSOLUTELY DOES blame Reinhard for Theresia's death a little, he knows he's wrong to feel that way......but he still feels that way

also further clarification: I only think that Heinkel was right to separate Wilhelm from Rein AT THE START, after a certain point he should have realized his father wasn't a danger to Reinhard, and after his fall to alcoholism Heinkel himself has become part of the problem

the tragedy about this is that everybody (except Reinhard) has a bit of blame in how their family was destroyed (including Theresia) but also that everybody is a victim in this situation

if Heinkel had been erased then Wil and Rein probably could have fixed their relationship (because he's not there to separate them) just as Heinkel and Rein do if Wil get's erased (because he's not there to accidentaly start the Reinhard blaming train)

also with no hate to wilhelm refering to him as the most emotionally stable Astrea is only accurate when comparing him to 5 year old Reinhard, 18 year old Reinhard is the closest thing the astrea family has to an emotionally stable person (clarification: bar is below hell, he is NOT a functional human being)

kudos to erik because he is the one who said “shit this makes the pride if q&a completely different”

whose Erik and please explain

The newest chapter kinda explains why Heinkel and Reinhard’s relationship gets fixed in Pride If when Wilhelm is erased. 

For starters—Wilhelm never actually yelled at Reinhard that he was the reason Theresia died

Arc 9, chapter 28 spoilers:

because:

—Heinkel didn’t let Wilhelm apologize and talk to Reinhard ever again until arc 5. Heinkel is the reason Wilhelm dedicates himself to revenge. 

And it’s only when Wilhelm gets erased, that Reinhard can forgive Heinkel for everything and get a relationship with him. Which implies, he can’t forgive Heinkel for what Heinkel did to Wilhelm.

That's the one thing he can't forgive.

Their broken relationship wasn't because of Wilhelm’s actions, Heinkel was behind everything all along. 

Heinkel and Reinhard getting along when Wilhelm gets erased goes from “awww, family bonding,” to “ewwww, he doesn’t have all the information, that’s kinda yikes.”  An undeserved redemption of sorts.

(and about who is Erik: Erik is my oldest friend in fandom, has been my friend since long before I started posting my fics. He is the guy who beta read several of them, did the side story chronological order compilation and can be found on tumblr here as @daemonerik) 

[vigilskeep]

of course the smart thing to do is marry an antivan but we can’t all copy the couslands

[wintergrofyuri]

guys shut up. we have to think about cold and contrarian right now. all of us. everyone. we must all give up every cubic meter of brain space to thinking about contrarian and cold interacting. it has to happen. We have To

[anemonet]

hey has anyone seen the hero recently?

[phishyie]

Dynamic comparisons

[thesoupisburning]

the prisoner

[twinkletfout]

Baby making with 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢

You both decided to take it easy after marriage before trying for a baby, and kento was perfectly fine with it. But when you finally approached him, telling him that you wanted a baby, with him. He didn't know that it had such an effect on him when it fell from your lips. Of course he did not expect that, you were tying his tie like usual before he leaves for work, a simple routine that he grew to love. "About having a baby.." you started, your eyes anywhere other than his.

Oh but kento couldn't be more happier, a slight smile tugging on the corners of his lips before he hums, "yes..?" He urges you to go on. Your eyes peeked up to face him, to see him already looking at you, intently. Watching every expression flashing across your face, your body language making it clear that you were shy. "Don't you think we should start trying..?" You said, the red tint spreading across your cheeks didn't go unnoticed by him. "Well, yes of course." He leaned in, his hands coming to wrap around your waist to pull you in before he whispered before kissing, The little goodbye kiss you both shared right before he goes to work. "Cant wait, for tonight"

The last dialogue of his was still replaying in your mind all day, your mind seems to wander to what he said, even when you were trying to focus on your work, even when you went up to open the door to him, even when he pushed you on to the wall as he kissed you impatiently like he was waiting for this moment all day, just like you.

He didn't know he was waiting this much for this moment with you, until now. Your nails gently clawed on his back as he entered you, shushing and murmuring sweet nothings and praises in your ear. And when he finally reaches all the way in, you could feel him whole, twitching uncontrollably against your deepest parts, you knew he was just as excited as you were. You whimpers and moans only fueling his desire before he starts moving, he holds you so close, so gently, his big hands wrapping you whole before he increases his pace, "shh, its okay, love, fuck— princess its too much, relax f' me?" He groans, because of the way you are squeezing down on him, cause god, you were feeling too good that you coudnt even control yourself.

Your mind was so full of pleasure, as you were laid on top of him, one of his hands wrapped around your waist and the other one holding your head gently as he rammed inside you. His face cuddled to the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent. "Gon fill you up soo good, hmkay?" And he holds you close to him, when he finally cums, pushing into you deeper as his hips thrust for one last time as he dumps his final load inside. Gosh it feels warm, the way you could feel him pumping you so full. "Fuck- you look so beautiful like this, sweetheart" he whispered as he pulled out, to see your pussy dripping with him. GAHHHH I WANT HIM SO BADD

[slapmeshigaraki]

"You're pretty when you cry."

summary: uhhh meanie!rafayel likes it when you squirt...to put it simply

cw: pussy slapping, really condescending, slut shaming, daddy

"No no no more talking. You lost your speaking privileges." The usually soft-spoken boy was suddenly enraged, growling through his gritted teeth as he slammed his hips into you from behind, snaking his free hand around your body and covering your mouth.

"You should be thanking me, honestly. It's not like you deserve to feel good, do you? Brats shouldn't get to come at all. I'm doing you a favor, aren't I sweet?" Your muffled screams only made him fuck into you faster, your sticky skin smacking against his, creating such filthy sounds--god, it was all making him so painfully hard. Tears brimmed in the corners of your eyes now as he forced your face down into the mattress, reveling in the way he could see every muscle in your back tense and contract whenever he pushed himself into you.

"Fuuuck, you're so wet, angel. You don't like this, do you? You getting off on being bullied? Only a slut would like that--you're not a slut, are you baby?" He released your mouth, anticipating an answer, but only moans left your lips.

"Answer me and don't fucking lie." His hips stilled at once, a few free fingers sliding down between your legs, threatening to slam down onto your clit if he didn't hear what he wanted to.

"No not a slut--fuckk please keep fucking me."

"Mmmmh see, princess that was a lie. Do you think a good girl's cunt would be this fucking nasty?" Without warning, he pulled out entirely, leaving your hole to clench around nothing as he placed a harsh slap onto your cunt. You screamed out at the sensation, quickly trying to force your legs closed, but it was no use, as Rafayel forced your thighs apart with one of his own.

"Don't try to run now. You wanted this remember. You were the one using this dirty fucking mouth to beg me earlier, 'pleaseee daddy, just touch me.' I'm touching you now, aren't I baby? What do we say when someone gives us a gift?."

"Thank you thank you..." Another hard smack landed on your clit, forcing a shriek out of your mouth.

"I said thank you!" You protested at the unwarranted punishment only to be met with another harsh spank.

"I heard you." He did, but that didn't mean he was going to stop. The way your cunt was soaking his fingers and the way little gasps left your lips each time he slapped your swollen clit was far too entertaining. It was only a matter of time before your struggled screeches turned into moans, your hips gently grinding back against his palm at every point of contact.

"Please..."

"Please what? What do you want, baby, hm? Come on use your big girl words."

"Please, can I cum?" He couldn't help but to laugh at the pathetic request.

"Be more specific. What do you want me to keep doing, huh? What is it exactly that's about to make you cum all over my fucking hand?"

"Please keep slapping my cunt, daddy." There it was... he had you right where he wanted you--gasping and writhing beneath his touch, making a little puddle of drool on the sheets, begging him to do something so degrading to you. He had won and Rafayel was anything but a humble champion.

"Aww of course I will, pretty girl. Go ahead and cum for me. Fuckkkk that's it. This pussy is so fucking sloppy for my fingers, come on. Give it to me, angel--it's mine...Shittt what a creamy mess." A few more smacks and you were cumming, tits smushed against the mattress, back arched, ass pressed back into Rafayel's fingers as incoherent little mumbles left your mouth. Much to his surprise though, you weren't just cumming from him slapping your clit--you were squirting. A stream of wetness covered your thighs and his torso, his eyes widened at the sight as he continued forcing his palm down against your flesh.

"Fuckkk you are sick. Making a puddle like this all over me--you tryna mark your territory or something, baby?" Before you could answer you felt his length slam past your entrance once again, somehow stretching you more than before as you quivered and shook, your orgasm still coursing through your body.

"Wait wait please--fuck slow down..." It was no use, his palm was against your mouth once more, your juices covering his skin, the taste of your own wetness soaking your lips.

"Speaking privileges revoked, once again. If you're not gonna use your mouth to say something smart, then you should just be quiet all together, huh? You're sick, aren't you? You're a nasty slut--let daddy give you your medicine, baby. Let me make you a good girl again." His grip on your face forced your back to arch even more than before, pulling you up from the mattress, your back against his chest. It wasn't until now that he saw your face, eyes low, hair glued to your forehead with sweat, your neck glistening from the spit that had dripped down past your lips--but it was the tears that he liked the most, the way your little wet eyelashes looked, the pouty pleading gaze... he could've came right then.

"Fuck...can I tell you something, sweet girl?" All you could do was sob and moan out against his palm.

"You're pretty when you cry." he whispered, placing the softest kiss to your wet cheek. "Make another mess for me, will you? I wanna see this pussy cry again too, angel."

a/n: okayyyy sorry for being MIA. full transparency, i started taking antidepressants a few weeks ago and they make me have like NO sex drive at all. until today i randomly thought about fucking rafayel, so i decided to fill one of my asks. anywayyyy hope you enjoy, specifically the person that asked for this. have a good day, lovelies xx

[kamitv]

Suguru walking in on you pleasing yourself would probably go something like…

“Well, shit. Didn’t know I had such a slut for a wife,” He’d comment mere seconds after walking in on you.

You’d be laying on your stomach, back arched, knees bent, legs spread, and a hand in between your legs as you fuck a rather lengthy dildo into your sloppy cunt. Your husband, who you weren’t expecting to be home so soon, seems anything but surprised to catch you like this.

If anything, Geto barely tilts his head as he approaches the bed and then cracks a smirk, “Look at this pussy… fuuck, she’s drippin’ all over the place. All because of some stupid toy?” As he makes his comments, he’s unbuckling his belt and tossing it to the side.

“Suguu… S’not ‘cause of the toy,” You huff out with a pout, shamelessly staring at your husband as you continue pleasing yourself. “I missed you.”

“Yeah? Y’Missed me baby?” He’d tease, not even bothering to take his shirt off as he can’t help but reach forward and swat your hand away from the toy stuffed inches inside your cunt. He’d purposefully drag the item out of you, listening to that filthy squelch before brining it to his mouth and licking your taste off. “Mmh. Couldn’t even wait f’me, huh? Were you missin’ me or my cock, princess?”

You let out a heavy sigh and wiggle your hips back a bit, begging for him to give you something-, anything, “Both Suguru.”

“Needy ass girl,” He’d scoff in response.

He’s actually rather kind when he catches you pleasing yourself. Which is how and why you ended up with his cock inside you not too long after he’s come home.

Geto doesn’t really like knowing you were getting off without him but at the same time, something about coming home to you whining his name as you imagined he was fucking you instead of some toy kinda turned him on. He wondered how often you did this kinda thing.

And so he decides to ask you while he’s stuffing your cunt full of his thick cock, “You fantasize about me often, baby?” He hushes out to you, staring so deep into your eyes that it makes you feel embarrassed all over. His tone is so soft and loving with you too that it just makes you shudder beneath him as if he’s not fucking you at such a merciless pace right mow.

All you can do is nod as your jaw hangs open, “Uhuh… mmgh, I-, hah, think about you a-ah, all the t-time, Sugu.” Your words come out in between moans but that only fuels his arousal.

The way his lips curve into that knowing little smirk has your nails scraping against his back before he lets out a low hiss. “Fuck. You imagine my cock’s inside you when m’not even here?” Geto asks rhetorically before shifting his hips and hitting that one mushy spot inside you, “You replay our moments together, huh? Maybe we should record it one time so you have somethin’ better to get off to.”

Your legs squeeze around his waist and he notices your back arching up off of the bed. Geto thrusts in harder and faster, eager to watch your face twist up the same way it was moments ago before he’d caught you— he’d never let you feel that euphoric sensation more with some toy instead of his cock. Not that he’s jealous, of course…

“S-Sugu,” You choke out with how rough his hips grow against yours.

His head tips down into the crook of your neck and you can feel his fat cockhead knocking deeper and deeper into your sopping walls as his strokes become more calculated-, passionate almost. “Mhm, I know baby, I know,” He coos against your skin, his breath hot and tone almost hoarse, “M’right here,” God, his gentleness was a complete contrast to those mean hips of his.

Even the way his hands traced along your arms in search of your hand to grab had you so utterly weak.

“Y’missed this right?” Geto whispers hotly as he shifts his lips up to the crown of your ear, “Missed how I treat this pussy, huh?”

Your neck arches as you toss your head back and you feel his fingers squeeze onto one of your hands whilst he presses it down into the mattress. Moaning quiet little babbles in agreement to his soft-spoken yet lewd words, your cunt gushes around his aching cock, almost invitingly encouraging him to continue talking like that.

And who is he to ignore such encouragement? Pressing against your ear again, he starts fucking you a little slower but noticeably harder, “Agh… Missed you too, pretty girl. Hah, missed how she,” He emphasizes that word with a heavier thrust, “Takes me so fuckin’ well-, shit.”

Then he moans into your ear and you think you cum at the sound alone. So clear and provocative, echoing in your ear and making your mind go blissfully blank. “Ha-ah… ngh, Suguru, I… mmh..” You moan as his cock splits you open so deliciously.

Hell, that’s all you could do. Geto weighs his body down against you, pinning you to the mattress completely as he drags his cock almost all the way out of your twitching pussy just to give you a seconds rest. Not that it really helped as he slipped his dick right back into you, his jaw dropping and a filthy moan leaving his wet lips at the way your cunt feels so utterly soaked and warm wrapped around his cock.

Geto swears he could fuck you like this for hours and hours and hours but he’s too eager to see other things.

“Gonna have t’show me how you fuck yourself one of these days, love.” He huffs out breathlessly between thrusts.

You quickly start shaking your head at that—lost between reaching your high and processing his words, “N-No…”

“No? Oh c’mon,” He puts on this pout to mock you, “You don’t wanna show me? We’re married… I’ve shown you how I touch myself when you’re not around, why can’t you do the same, hm?”

“S’embarrassing…” You mumble with your lower lip poking out so deliciously that it makes your husband smirk.

“Aw, it’s embarrassing?” He teases, “Baby, I like it when you’re embarrassed. Plus, you looked so fuckin’ cute tryin’ to fuck yourself without me. Could’ barely take that piece of plastic ‘nd it’s smaller than my cock.”

“Sugu-“

“M’just sayin’…” He shrugs, “I want you to put on a lil’ show f’me. You can do that can’t you?” You’re shaking your head all over again and he frowns, “No? But baby,” His body presses down against you as if to emphasize his words and you could feel his tip pressing into your sweet spot, “C’mon, don’t make me beg for it.”

“I-I…” You’re left stuttering and moaning as your eyes travel to the back of your skull, “Ah, Suguru-, mgh…”

“Or would you rather me demand it, huh? Should I tell you you’re gonna show me what you were doin’ with that toy before I got here?” Geto pants into your ear, his lips brushing against your warm skin as you nod frantically in response. “Yeahhh? Alright then, gimme one more ‘nd then you’ll put on a lil’ show for me, ‘kay?”

[1yvesverse]

how i shifted for the first time.

hi everyone, my name is Kate and i’ve been shifting realities for 3 years. Today i wanna tell u guys about my first fully shift ever!

i made clear intentions to shift that night and said a lot of robotic affirmations. (even 2 days before, i kept saying “i am in my DR” “i have shifted” “I have shifted, its done, I’m sensing my DR”. (basically used loa)

and as soon as i went to sleep, i immediately noticed something changing around me. but i didn’t overreact or anything. i try to be calm the whole time.

btw i’m someone who prefers sleep “methods”

so, i feel asleep

and boom, i woke up in another room in my DR. it was not my room but a room in my house there. (kinda random but i feel asleep in the guest room bruh)

anyways my mom woke me up and of course i was shocked but i didn’t scared my mom away or anything (my mind was just freaking out)

anyways but i didn’t freaked out for too long like i was just idk how to explain like “shocked” like “omg i’m in my dr” but then everything was just so NORMAL (pls tell me u get it). like i didn’t freaked out the whole time

my mom wanted to go to the mall w me and before that i looked myself in the mirror and o.m.g.

i was a mf princess , i had every facial feature i scripted.

i kinda forgot how i shifted back lol but YEAH this is my story! (shift is kinda long ago)

u have to know i’m someone who had the worst doubts ever about shifting , who had really negative thoughts but I’m done with that.

i simply just said I’m not accepting this 3d , the 4d is what matters. i kept persisting. i never give up. and u should too.

I’m not someone special. We are all the same. your subconscious mind already KNOWS how to shift. please never give up its SO. WORTH. IT.