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cloudzoro · 2 months
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Law lays on his back, with you on his chest, after your first time sleeping together. Law replays the events of the evening in his head; how your lips tasted when he kissed you, how your pretty pussy felt around his cock and how hot his name had sounded coming from your mouth. He tries to close his eyes and hopes listening to the sound of your breathing will help lull him off to dreamland with you, but it's no use. He's filled with questions that only you can answer if he wasn't too scared to ask you.
“Stop thinking so much” He jumps a little at your voice, not expecting you to be still awake. “What's wrong?” you ask tiredly. You lean up to look at his face properly, and heat rises in his cheeks as you make eye contact.
“It's nothing,” he sighs. You roll your eyes at his attempt to brush you off. He knows you're not going to accept that answer. “You're beautiful,” he says, reaching up to cup your cheek.
“So are you,” you say. He tries to respond but flounders completely. You've well and truly broken him. You laugh at the bewildered expression on his face. “All it took to break the great surgeon of death was some pussy and a compliment” you tease.
Law laughs, grateful for the comfortable atmosphere you create. He tells you to shut up and pulls you in for a soft kiss. He mumbles against your lips about how you deserve better than him, and when you attempt to protest, he interrupts you with another kiss. For the first time in his life, He's at peace, and he hopes to stay in this state with you for as long as he can.
“go back to sleep and get some rest. You'll need it,” he says, landing a slap on your ass. You whine in his ear as he rubs over the sore area. You obey him nonetheless, kissing his chest and closing your eyes. Drifting off to sleep in the arms of your man.
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ode2rin · 1 year
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clingy!rin is my favorite rin <3
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it’s 4:30 am, and rin is now wide awake.
rin woke up 30 minutes before his alarm went off. his eyes slowly adjusting to the darkness. he blinked a few times, his brain slowly registering that something was off.
that's when he saw your figure turning away from him, your back facing him. you weren't cuddled in his arms like how he remembered falling asleep.
he frowned, his eyebrows furrowed, a typical expression he held in his everyday life, but never towards you. never because of you. except now.
this was the first time it happened. or was it? did you always slip away from his hold when he was fast asleep? did you not like having him close like how he wanted you snuggled in him? or maybe he did something wrong last night? was it something he said? he couldn't recall.
all he knew right now was that he didn't like it. you don’t get to do this to him, rin thought. cuddles were a must for him to function properly! he will never tell you that but he knows you know that!
he laid there for a moment, staring at your back. as much as he hated what was happening right now, he didn't want to wake you up. because as much as you love and adore rin, the earliest of waking up as a part of the pro-athlete life was something you would never try. who in their right mind would wake up at the crack of dawn just to be tired all over again? definitely not you.
rin continued staring at you until his alarm went off. the loud blaring of his alarm stirred you from your sleep. slowly, you turned to rin, and your sleepy eyes blinked up to meet his narrowed ones.
uh oh. someone didn’t have a great sleep, you thought.
“your alarm, rinnie. time to start the day.” you said.
that’s all you could say? no explanation? fine. 
rin let out what seemed like a huff, causing you to open your eyes. lo and behold, rin was pouting.
rin itoshi was pouting. at 5 am.
curious as to what was making your lover sulk so early in the morning, you reached out to cup his jaw. “what’s wrong, baby?” you asked softly.
“you.”
it was now your turn to frown. “me? what do you mean?”
“you were turned away from me.” rin said, his voice barely louder than a whisper.
you must be on a mission to completely infuriate him as you utter a “huh?” in response.
“i woke up and you were turned away from me.” rin replied, a little bolder and louder this time.
“oh.”
rin scoffed at your realization, completely opposite to the smile forming on your lips. 
you opened your arms, beckoning him closer. “come here, rinnie,” you said, your voice tender and soothing.
rin might be feeling a little grumpy, but who was he to decline such a sweet offer?
slowly, rin laid himself in your arms, his face buried in your neck as he took his time to get lost in your scent.
you stroked rin's hair, “i'm sorry,” you said, leaving a gentle kiss on his forehead, kissing the grumpiness away, “i must have moved in my sleep.”
rin let out a sigh at your answer, accepting that it was out of your control.
he wrapped his arms around you tighter, pulling you close to him. “just don't do it again,” he said, his voice hot against your neck. “i need you close to me.”
you smiled at his words. even if your boyfriend might be frequently grumpy and unconventionally clingy, you still wouldn’t have it any other way.
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fir3flytv · 6 days
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Jason Todd can kill a man with his bare hands, but with you, they're as delicate as possible, like you're a porcelain doll, able to crack at the slightest touch. His fingers hover over your skin, a light as a feather you would think you were imagining things. He's cautious, carful, thoughtful. Everything else in his life has broke. Even him. But not you, never you. You can't. You're untouched. Perfect, never to do wrong. He worshipped you like a goddess, like you created heaven and earth. And you did.
You created his earth. His world. You were his heaven. When he died, he swore he saw you. You were his everything, his reason, his purpose, his love, his hope. He was so in love it hurt. Every look shared between you, his mind swirled with possibilities. He couldn't live if something happened to you because of him. He couldn't live without his world. It was an odd place to be stuck in. Scared of staying, scared of leaving. He kept his distance. Touches were never long. Lips ghost against yours. It's like he's never fully there. Every night, the cold side that was suppose to be his haunted you. It's hard to love a ghost. It's like being in love with a figment of your imagination. You find yourself questioning if he's even real. Every time he comes home, he proves to you that he is. That brought upon its own set of questions, heart crying out for more of what it was deprived. Were you not enough reason to stay? Were you not enough? Was he yours like you were his?
You felt like the moon, forever revolving around the Earth, compelled to, even. Always at a safe distance, longing for more. That is, until one night. He comes home, smashing his helmet to the wall. The landlord won't like that, but a problem for another day. Without thinking he crashes into your arms, head buried into your chest. The Earth crashed into the moon. Hell will follow, you both knew that. But it didn't matter. You had him. He had you. that was enough.
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ghostehe · 4 months
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he likes me, he likes me not !!!
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alternatively — ☾⋆。𖦹 °✩ everyone is convinced that your lieutenant likes you. you are convinced that he does not.
simon riley x 141!gn!reader — 𖦹₊˚⊹☁️
☾⋆。𖦹 °✩
"i'm telling you — "
"you're so dumb — "
"oh, come on!" gaz groaned, throwing up his hands in surrender as he shot a pleading look to his captain. "you cannot be this blind."
"excuse you — " you began, face scrunched up in an offended frown as you prepared to yell at your best friend but stopped, feeling a weight drop on your shoulder. your eyes followed the movement and you couldn't help but feel your heart against your ribcage as you saw your lieutenant slumped against you. "oh."
"oh my god," gaz whispered, his eyes on the still figure of the lieutenant before flickering back to you, poorly hidden triumph on show. "i told you. lt likes you."
"he barely likes himself — "
"he wants you — "
"no, he doesn't — "
"we all know he's fuckin' head over heels for you, love," price joined the forces at play against you, not even looking up from the report he was writing. "'s not exactly a secret."
you couldn't say anything, your eyes locked in on his features peeking out from under his surgical mask. his eyelashes fanning over his cheekbones, eyelids flickering once in a while and the deep and even breaths escaping him, you never saw him that peaceful.
"i'm pushing him off, my shoulder hurts."
nobody commented when you stayed still for hours after that.
☾⋆。𖦹 °✩
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onlyswan · 4 months
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i’m back to give you my iw!couple brain rot 🤲, please handle with care.
but !! imagine jungkook and oc doing that “see how long we can go without kissing” challenge !! how would fold first? they’re both so competitive but smitten it makes me conflicted. 😣😣
knowing them, jungkook would be twitching his eye just from the thought of being deprived kissies so would oc give in first to let him win? or would jungkook just take what’s his?? 🤔
imagine oc being a blushing mess from staring at jungkook’s face for too long 😵‍💫 THEYRE SO CUTE I CANT THINK STRAIGHT😭🫶
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summary: in which jungkook is twenty-six years old and yet… you still give him butterflies.
idol!jk x reader, established relationship / word count: 0.7k
content/warnings: sexual tension, making out, it’s honestly just them fighting over who gets to be on top
> in which masterlist!
note: hehe hi anonie… sorry… i kindaaa got carried away… i had to write out the thing or else i would’ve gone insane just talking about it <3 (written with love and care) <3
“i don’t understand this challenge.”
“me neither,”
jungkook remains in a hypnotic-like trance, doe eyes trained to your lips stained with a lighter shade of mixed red and brown.
“we’re this close and we can’t kiss…? this is absurd.”
“do they actually do this in bed? with someone on top?” you chuckle as you coyly twirl a lock of his hair around your finger. “i don’t think so?”
“i don’t know. i just wanted you to be comfortable.” he teasingly brushes his nose against yours, and the air in your lungs becomes suspended. “since, you know, we’ll be here a while.”
“oh wow. bringing me to bed, really? you’re that confident?”
he cockily raises an eyebrow. “hm, we both know you won’t be able to resist me here. you’re all over me all the time.”
you try not to roll your eyes in annoyance. and you also both know that you’re just as competitive, if not more.
“oh my god, you,” you mumble. the calm of your voice contrasts the aggressive push of your hand against your boyfriend’s naked chest. “and your stupid arrogance and your stupid need to flaunt your stupid hot body.”
in the blink of an eye, jungkook finds you stradding him, and himself, trapped underneath your body. he blinks in disbelief, tongue poking the inside of his cheek.
“this is dirty.”
you remove his glasses, moving it aside without care. “that’s just your mind.”
okay, perhaps bringing you to bed was a bad idea.
you lean down, slowly, close and then closer— it’s quite ridiculous that he’s nervous as if he doesn’t know what is bound to happen next: he’s thoroughly convinced that you’re going to kiss him.
once he feels your lips ghost over his, mere millimeters away, his eyelids flutter shut.
terrible idea. terrible.
the kiss, much to his disappointment, never happens.
he opens his eyes and your face is suddenly tucked in the space between his neck and shoulders, giggling and shaking and positively amused.
he turns away and squeezes his eyes shut. a painful admit of defeat against your infinite allure. “ah, i’m fucked.”
“we’ll get there later,” you lift your head, tilting his chin to face you.
you smile and scoot closer. so close that your bottom lips grazes his. he fails to remember the last time the two of you touched as chastely, as softly, but it felt like accidentally touching a live wire. he gets a funny feeling in his stomach. butterflies…? he’s twenty-six years old. he must be losing his mind.
“after you lose.”
“that’s not happening, baby.”
“yes, it will.”
“i won’t give up so easily.”
you give him an innocent look. “but i really think you will.”
you stare at each other for a little while, anticipating the other’s next move.
“fuck- yeah, okay-” he grits his teeth, taking advantage of his strength to finally flip back your positions. you’ve had your fun. “you’re right.”
“babe! ru-”
your surprised gasp is cut off by jungkook’s lips crashing on yours— curved into a smirk, you can feel it. your whines are muffled and swallowed by him, wrists caught in his hands and over your head because you were hitting his shoulder and he just wanted to kiss his baby properly.
“you lost,” you remark quietly when he draws back, only inches away, to scatter kisses along your face and down to your neck.
it tickles, you squirm in pleasure when he reaches near your collarbone, but your hands are still tied.
you were supposed to have him underneath you as a hot and flustered mess, not the other way around. damn it.
“really?” he feigns interest, lips finding their way back to yours. “doesn’t feel like it.”
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redskyvenus · 4 months
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𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 ⟡ TOJI FUSHIGURO
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content warnings: non-curse AU, sfw/fluff, bf!toji x fem reader, mentions of food, late period, pet names, pregnancy, suggestive nsfw comment (it’s toji c’mon) | wc: 0.5k
notes: happy birthday to the love of my life <3 just a short little drabble to celebrate my husband’s special day! not proofread, reblogs/comments are appreciated
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“Princess? I’m home…” The front door resounds with a hearty thud and you hear Toji’s voice echo through the large hallway.
“They ran out of the caramel sea salt flavor you wanted, so I brought the strawberry cheesecake instead. Hope that’s okay.” As Toji enters the shared bedroom, he finds you sitting on the bed folding laundry.
When you finally look up at your tall boyfriend, his captivating green eyes melt into yours. Toji’s broad smile turns into a pout upon seeing your disappointed face as he holds up the ice cream tub.
“I’ll go there again tomorrow, promise.”
Before you can process his words, tears well up in your eyes and quiet sobs escape you. "Hey, hey, don’t cry, baby.” Sitting beside you on the crisp white sheets, Toji strokes the back of your head. “What’s wrong? Was I gone too long?"
“Nothing, Toji. I’m just sensitive today; my period is late. Hormones are a mess, as usual.” You sigh as he wipes away your tears, his warm lips showering your dampened cheek with tender kisses. Calloused fingers soothingly caress your face.
“Do I need to eat you out again?” He chuckles, teasingly. “I’m still hungry,” he adds, seductively licking his scarred lips.
“No,” you laugh airily as his big hands wrap around your waist. "Today's all about you, birthday boy." You playfully slap his cheek before giving it a kiss. “Wanna watch a movie before the countdown starts?”
“Sure, but no more Twilight. Please,” he begs humorously, switching on the tv.
You huff at his comment, folding your arms over each other in mock disappointment. “You’re lucky you’re so handsome; otherwise I would’ve traded you for someone who doesn’t complain about watching Twilight every New Year’s Eve.
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5… 4… 3… 2… 1…
As the clock strikes midnight, bright fireworks light up the skies and a long, steamy kiss is shared. “Happy New Year, beautiful. I love you.” He whispers lustfully against your glossy lips.
“I love you too, Toji.” Pulling away, you quickly grab a neatly wrapped gift box from underneath the bed. “Here, take it.” Giggles escape you as you nervously start to fiddle with your fingers.
“What’s this? Another gift?!”
“Just open it.”
Toji unwraps it skillfully, eyes widening in surprise as he holds the pregnancy test. "Fuck. Did you test positive for Covid again?" he exclaims in shock.
You shake your head, bursting into laughter. "No, idiot. There's something else in there.”
His hands rummage through the box, and he discovers a pair of tiny, beige baby socks under the wrapping. Holding them up in awe, he stammers, “Wait— does this mean y-… you’re pregnant?”
His heart swells, and a tear of joy glistens in the corner of his eye.
A radiant smile graces your face, nodding slowly. “WE’RE GONNA HAVE A BABY TOGETHER!” Toji proudly exclaims, his eyes sparkling with a mixture of surprise and sheer pride.
Without hesitation, he lifts up your shirt and gently kisses your stomach, laying down to rest his head. “This is why you were throwing up so much these past few days—the stomach flu turns out to be our little brat instead.” Toji sniffles while lovingly rubbing your belly.
“I can’t believe Megumi is gonna be a big brother.” You whisper softly as your fingers glide through his black, silky strands.
“Do you wanna tell him or should I?”
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sunrenity · 22 days
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⚝︎ SUNGHOON BOYFRIEND TEXTS
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★ random bf! sunghoon texts <3
p. bf!hoon x fem!reader g. fluff, crack, smau, est. relationship w. cussing mlist
a/n. help i don't think smau's are something for me 😭 (i think this is really bad btw-)
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miupow · 3 months
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──★ ˙ ̟ ₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ girl dad yeonjun headcanons .ᐟ
warnings: sfw, parent!au, dad!yeonjun, mentions of fem!reader and mom!reader, just self-indulgent tooth rotting fluff ⋆⑅˚₊
a/n: wanted to drop some fluff so here you go... this is a repost from my old blog! originally requested by @https-yeonjun ♡
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-> yeonjun always wanted to have a daughter. he’s always wanted a family and whenever he’d envision that family he’d always seen himself having a daughter. or two.
-> he decided from the moment you told him that you were pregnant that the baby was a girl. it didn’t matter how often you chastised him for it, he just knew it.
-> and of course he was right, which he was very smug about.
-> not really. he ugly cried when she was born
-> calls you and his daughter “his girls”; the two most important women in his life :’(
-> he sings to her all of the time :( sung to her when she was still in your belly, sings her to sleep, hums gentle melodies when he’s holding her tight
-> she drops everything to run and greet him when he comes home every day, and yeonjun’s always quick to scoop her up n spin her around
-> she gives him makeovers all of the time! puts pretty bows n barrettes in his hair, puts play makeup all over his face,,, he’s always covered in glitter no matter how hard he tries to wash it off lol
-> he would genuinely enjoy tea parties with his daughter, would go out of his way to make sure they were perfect and complete with everything she could want
-> makes breakfast before either of you are up, loves surprising his girls :(
-> your daughter has terrible spoiled princess syndrome and it’s all yeonjun’s fault!! he’s the most unstrict dad ever. she completely walks all over him lmao
-> he just can’t say no to her!! he’ll get whatever his princess wants, no matter how much it hurts his wallet
-> and she pouts the exact same way he does!! all sad puppy eyes n duck lips omg she’s impossible to reprimand
-> hed be such an affectionate dad T^T constantly wants to hold n cuddle her, give her all of his time and attention, tell her how much he adores her!!
-> she’s his princess and she KNOWS IT!!!
-> soooo supportive in anything his daughter wishes to do! he’d be her biggest cheerleader <3 in the crowd at the school play making sure he’s cheering louder than all of the other dads
-> he’d lose his mind if anything ever happened to her
-> even if it was just her classmates saying mean things, he’d raise absolute hell
-> he’d completely freak out if she gets hurt, even if it’s a little fall or a scrape. immediately runs to coddle her and soothe her cries. she def plays up the waterworks so he gets her ice cream, and he knows this but is too smitten to care
-> he just can’t stand to see her cry :( would do absolutely anything in his power to make her tears stop no matter what
-> i have to stop before i melt oh my god
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munsonthings86 · 2 months
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bedtime with steve
warnings: fluff, soft!steve, clingy!steve, new relationship, 0.3k words
an unofficial part two to this fic
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steve had you safely wrapped in his arms, palms supporting your thighs that were tight around his waist. he gently laid you onto his plush, doughy mattress without ever unlatching his mouth from yours. he was ravenous for the feeling of your plump lips against his. through the opening of the patterned curtains adorning the square window, the moon's glare that poured into steve's bedroom casted a silver glow along your skin.
he caught a glimpse of your beauty when your smile pulled you out of the kiss, head going fuzzy from being so engulfed in him. the way you were practically glowing in the dark like this was so alluring to him. a true work of art.
"you're so beautiful," he laughed softly, shaking his head in disbelief, pressing a fleeting kiss to your lips as he did so. before you could even properly kiss him back, he pulled away, brushing your hair away from your face. "so, so pretty," another kiss. "i can't handle it," he chuckled against your lips. another kiss.
"how'd i get so lucky, hm?" it was more of a question to himself than to you, though. he rested his body on top of yours, but held most of his weight off of you with the help of his forearms. you shuffled under him, opening your legs so that he could lay comfortably between them, folding your arms around his neck to pull him in for another smooch.
your lips were puffy and wet from what felt like hours of kissing steve and you're both breathless when you finally pull away. steve's hand finds your wrist as he trails your hand away from his cheek, lacing his slender fingers through yours. "ready for bed?" he asked, with a dopey smile that disrupted his usually stern features.
you nodded your head, though the last thing on your mind was sleep. "one more kiss?"
"you read my mind," he mumbled, leaning in to kiss you again and again and again. the two of you weren't going to bed for another while.
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💌 1 new message from jojo: requests are open and strongly encouraged. whether it’s for a blurb, fic, or just some thoughts in general :) see u in the next one
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cloudzoro · 2 months
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Ace being a sappy romantic loving bf 😭😭
Ace is in love with you. You know that because he's said it four times in the past ten minutes. He's obsessed with you. It makes Marco - and everyone else - roll their eyes. Marco lives in fear of saying something that remotely sounds like your name lest he set Ace off on an over-dramatic soliloquy.
You're lying on your bed while Ace lies between your legs with his head on your tummy. He traces shapes on your skin with his finger as he mindlessly rambles about whatever comes to his mind.
“I would do anything for you,” he says, voice soft as if he doesn't want to startle you.
“you sappy bastard,” you laugh, running your fingers through his hair. “I would do anything for you, too.”
You feel him press his lips to your skin. Then he stills, his head becomes dead weight on your stomach, and you realise he's fallen asleep. You carefully shift beneath him, doing your best not to wake him so you can settle down for a nap with him. Ace acts as a warm, weighted blanket and you fall asleep with a smile on your face knowing you'll wake up with him in your arms like always.
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ode2rin · 6 months
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there sure is never a dull day in your life ever since you somehow bumped your head somewhere and decided to marry gojo satoru.
he was, without a doubt, the most dramatic man you'd ever known.
“why aren’t you obsessed with me?”
and here he goes again making your marriage life comically interesting from his never-ending theatrics that you can’t help but adore. 
he isn’t gojo satoru if he wasn’t dramatic, after all.  it was all part of the deal, one you gladly accepted, promising to be by his side in sickness and in health.
“good morning to you, too, baby,” you responded, a smile tugging at your lips. “what���s got you worked up this early?”
leaning against the bathroom door frame, his eyes fixed on you as you diligently performed your morning skincare routine. sunlight streamed through the window, casting a soft, warm glow, making your features radiant as you applied your cleanser. and for a moment of sight, he got too lost in your beauty and almost forgot his plan of interrogation. 
but still, he needs to get to the bottom of this. “listen, i’m not looking for an argument, just understanding.” 
“okay, then,” you said, still attending to your skincare routine. “let’s hear this seeking of understanding.”
gojo’s gaze remained fixed on you as he considered his words carefully, “why aren't you obsessed with me like how i'm obsessed with you?”
“i’m in love with you.” you replied instantly, without a second in waste. because that’s how it has always been, loving gojo satoru and declaring it to the world was as easy as breathing.
you threw a side glance to your lover only to be met with glassy sky blue eyes looking at you and a pout telling you it wasn’t the right answer to the question.
“but you’re not obsessed with me,” he mumbles. “while i think about you every single minute of the day – in my sleep, in my lunch – i think about you, and i don’t think you think about me at all.”
“and where could this be coming from?”
“i was gone for 13 hours, and you only called me once. once, baby. do you even care about me?”
you attempt to explain, “you were on a mission—”
“i could have an injury,” he interjects, “i could have bumped my head somewhere, had amnesia, and forgotten about you.”
you couldn’t help but laugh at the possibilities he laid out just because you only called him once. finishing your skincare with a swift application of lip balm, you make your way to your lover, who is now resting his left temple against the doorjamb while earnestly watching you with the same look in his eyes from when you walked down the aisle.
“i think that’s fairly impossible, though,” you muse. your hands naturally find their way to his neck. “my husband is the strongest.”
strongest in the eyes of sorcerers and curses, perhaps, he is. but here? with you pressed close to him like this? he was nothing of any sort the strongest.
“what your husband right now is not the strongest but an unloved husband who couldn’t get his partner to call him to check on him,” he teases, putting great stress on ‘your’ because he was, in fact, yours.
“aw, must have been hard for him, huh?” you coo, going along with his teasing, “what can i possibly do to make up for it?”
“you can start with a kiss here,” he gestures to his lips, and you gladly oblige with a soft peck.
“too easy. what’s the next step?”
“and i want you to be obsessed with me. call me multiple times a day. text me. email me if you want.”
“okay, done. do you want me to write you a letter as well, like we’re in the '80s?” you sarcastically replied.
“sure, i’d love that,” he says with a chuckle before pulling you close enough to rest your head in the crook of his neck, his jaw resting on your temple as he caresses your back.
you closed your eyes, finding comfort in his warmth, and relishing every soft little kiss planted on your temple, until you felt his head drop onto your shoulder.
“i think about you every second of the day,” he whispers right in your ear.
jokes of being obsessed with you aside, it was truly a confession.
you could be beside gojo, peacefully slumbering, and there would always be that wave of need threading in his chest to be closer to you.
and behind his theatrics, none of his words held any bite of hoax. because after all these years, it still wouldn't sink in to him that there was someone who could take him for a husband.
but you're here – waking up next to him, doing your skincare next to his own set of toiletries, roaming around the house wearing his shirt, gracing the quiet corners of his soul with your laughter.
you're here, and it's everything and more that truly matters.
as you reach to cradle his face in your palms, you feel a squeeze in your chest from how he closes his eyes as if melting in your touch.
“even after all this time? you might get sick of me, my love.” you ask, a smile so evident behind.
“never,” he declares against your lips, a boyish curl of his lips slowly showing. “you, on the other hand, might get sick of me soon. seeing that you couldn't even call me twice after those long hours i wasn't home.”
you playfully roll your eyes at his accusation, of course he wouldn't let it off that easy. “i promise to call you twice and text you as much as i can. how's that sound now?” you hum.
“promise?”
“i promise,” you assure, sealing it with a kiss on the tip of his nose,  “and what do you mean, get sick of you? that’s nonsense. i told you right? it’s you for me.”
you for me. oh, how he likes the thought. sheepishly, he whispers in question, “even after all this time?”
“until the end of time, toru.”
until the end of time. oh, heaven and earth, how he loves the thought.
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note. i miss him... terribly, i'm afraid. btw, here's a payback for all the angst..
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fir3flytv · 10 days
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Caring!Jason who always makes sure you're taken care of. Caring!Jason who makes sure you eat three blanched meals a day, even if he doesn't always do the same. Caring!Jason who reads to you at night, tucking you in and turning out the lights when you finally fall asleep, always making sure you're okay before heading out for patrol. Caring!Jason who always comes back as quietly as possible. You need your 8 hours of sleep, and he wouldn't dare interrupt them, no matter how busted up he is. Caring!Jason who will always make time for you. Bruce needs him for a mission? Too bad, you wanted to watch the new season of Bridgerton, that takes priority over whatever is going on, someone else can do it.
Caring!Jason <3
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volensnolenss · 4 months
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Suguru's habit of braiding your hair when you all go to relax in someone's room after class in the evening and discuss anything <3
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euniveve · 4 months
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(𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐱 𝐆𝐨𝐭 𝐇𝐢𝐬) 𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐫 - zhongli
pairings: zhongli x reader tags: angst & fluff (mainly fluff tho with sprinkles of angst), wife! reader, mentioned xiao w.c: 946 a.n: happy birthday my darling husband here's your birthday gift, the drabble that i rewrote; my fellow sibling spouses, enjoy
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Your lashes flutter as you look down, your lips carefully pressed against the red paper to leave a cherry-red stain. A soft breath escapes your lip and your gaze shifts back to the jade mirror. Scenes such as this, remind you of your duty to your husband, to your nation– and yet as you glide your fingers, carefully blending the stain to your natural lip colour; your husband, Morax stood behind you and began parting your hair, his fingers already braiding it and arranging into an elaborate updo. 
This is a maid’s job – but the lord of geo has always insisted on doing this task himself; and how could he not? Another minute in your presence and feeling your being under his touch is another minute well-spent. His beautiful wife, his only love.
You watch his thick finger take one of the many golden hairpins on your jewellery box, the intricacies of the designs complimenting the placement of your bun– and your husband’s amber eyes gleam from the light cast by the metal, a soft smile sitting on his lips as he hummed a familiar tune. 
Your heartbeat skips, and you relish sight of his majestic form; his toned arm that’s dipped in gold, his glowing antlers that resemble the warm sun, his rich brown hair that so elegantly drapes against his shoulders and frames the sides of his face–
'Mirrors,’ you thought, breathless and lips parting, ‘really are great inventions', 
"Dearest?" His deep, sweet voice says; vibrating down your spine with warmth, hypnotizing you further into his hold. Ah yes, Morax, the man standing behind you, the god watching over you, is everything he is supposed to be and more.
"Not- Nothing!" You manage to say, flashing him a nervous smile before you shake your head, trying to save face in front of him– a wife should maintain some dignity after all.
Morax chuckled, his calloused fingers finally placing the last hairpin as you reached to take a brush from your vanity and dip it in the porcelain pot of red-stained beeswax. A personal gift from Morax's anemo yaksha, one he so offhandedly gifts after you flick your finger on his forehead, warning him to not take his duties too far. You worry over that boy– the more times he comes to the palace, the more scars riddle his body.
And yet he fights anyway. 
You could only hope that one day, the sweet yaksha will learn to smile again. A smile he once held, a smile like your husband's.
Morax's golden fingers soon find their way to yours, breaking your thoughts and submerging you deeper into his warm comforting embrace. 
"Let me help you, darling," he whispered into your ear, his hot breath hitting the tip, making you shudder from the sensation. Feeling your cheeks heating up from his declaration, you shyly nod and turn your back to face him. 
His finger makes contact with your face and you are instantly reminded of his domain. Like it, the colossus on his fingertips is rough; his hold unmoving despite being so gentle. But you close your eyes and with no hesitation, you place your face safely in his grasp. Morax, the God of Contracts, is capable of many things, but hurting you isn’t one of them.
You feel a cold touch on your forehead, knowing that with careful precision – your husband is drawing a plum blossom, your favourite flower.
"There," he said softly, planting a gentle kiss on your red-stained lips, making his appear to have a slight tint. You stifled a giggle at the sight, brushing your fingers against his lips, moving them slightly and forcing his smile to grow wider.
Morax raises his brow, thinking that you are trying to play with his face – he opens his jaw and tilts his head, breaking out a burst of unexpected joy-filled laughter from you.
"Here,” you giggled, remembering how Xiao too, acts like this when you try to force a smile at him, “lǎo gōng."
The brown-haired man hummed, watching as you tried to tell him what to do with just your face, urging him to mimic your movements. He surprisingly understood, fitting his face on the palm of your hand and closing his eyes; trusting you completely when he felt your fingers taking the brush from his fingers. 
‘Xiao,’ you recalled, ‘could really be his son..’
‘Bright golden eyes… same stubbornness…’
You giggle again, carefully painting the edge of the stone lord’s eyes, the same way as his warrior has his painted.
‘Same behaviours… same selflessness…’
"Open your eyes," you whispered and Morax instantly obeyed, his piercing amber gaze taking in your face inches from his. You smile, shifting from your seat and allowing him to see both of you in the jade mirror.  
And there it was, the both of you. Rex Lapis and his wife. You couldn’t help but widen your smile, blinking slowly as you whisper underneath your breath; "Xiao would love this.”
Then you snickered to yourself, already imagining the look on the yaksha's face when he had seen what you had done. It would probably hold horror and awe, yet still accompanied by subtle gratefulness he would display in between quiet murmurs. Indeed, you should probably talk to Morax about adopting him…
The geo god lets out a small chuckle as he wraps his arm around you, enveloping you back into his warm embrace. His lips kiss your neck, his face buried on its crook. With a nostalgic sigh he takes in the bliss this scene emits. A short pleasure in the inevitable long life of the Geo Archon.
"He'd have to thank you for that, my precious wife."
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astarionsonly · 15 days
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too sweet. astarion ancunín. ღ prompt: ,,don’t be so nice to me, it makes me want to be nice back." ➷ synopsis: tending to astarion’s dagger wound and comforting him, softly opens up a side of his you’ve never seen before. <3
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: ̗̀➛ as the moonlight filtered through the dense forest canopy, you found yourself tending to astarion's dagger wound with gentle care. his usually sharp features softened in the dim light, a vulnerability peeking through his stoic facade.
“don't be so nice to me," he murmured, his voice a mixture of pain and gratitude, "it makes me want to be nice back."
you couldn't help but smile at his words, realizing that beneath his aloof exterior, astarion held a tender heart. with each soft touch, you felt the tension in him ease, his breaths becoming steadier. as you bandaged his wound, he gazed at you with a mixture of admiration and something else you couldn't quite place.
"thank you," he whispered, his voice barely audible above the rustle of leaves. "i’ve never met someone as kind as you.”
your heart swelled with warmth at his words, a blush creeping onto your cheeks. in that moment, the distance between you seemed to vanish, replaced by a feeling of comfort.
as you settled by the fire, astarion's usual sharp wit softened into genuine conversation, something you were touched to witness.
and as the night wore on, you found yourself falling for the enigmatic vampire, drawn to the kindness that lay beneath his mysterious charm.
in the quiet of the forest, under the watchful gaze of the stars, you realized that sometimes, it's the tender moments that reveal the truest parts of ourselves—and in astarion, you had found a heart worth cherishing.
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sunrenity · 28 days
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⚝︎ first snow . . . park sunghoon
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synopsis. you witnessed the first snow together with your boyfriend sunghoon on your one year anniversary.
p. boyfriend!sunghoon x fem!reader g. fluff, established relationship w. kisses, teasing wc. 1175 (1.1k) mlist.
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AS YOU STEPPED OUT of the warm and cozy café, the brisk november air hit you, sending chills down your spine. you breathed out a misty cloud of air, feeling your cheeks turn rosy. sunghoon wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you close to him, and you both looked up at the darkening sky. the air was thick with anticipation, and you felt your heart pounding in your chest.
"look," sunghoon murmured, his voice soft and filled with wonder, pointing towards the heavens. delicate flakes of snow began to drift down from the sky, twirling and dancing in the air before finally landing on the ground, covering the world in a soft, white blanket. the snowflakes were so intricate and beautiful that you couldn't help but stare in awe.
your eyes widened in delight, and you reached out a hand to catch a snowflake. sunghoon chuckled at your childlike enthusiasm, brushing a stray strand of hair behind your ear. "you look beautiful," he whispered, his eyes locking onto yours.
a blush crept up your cheeks, and you looked down, feeling a warmth spread through your heart. sunghoon gently lifted your chin with his finger, making you meet his gaze once again. slowly, he leaned in, his lips capturing yours in a gentle, lingering kiss. the world seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you standing there, lost in the moment.
pulling back slightly, sunghoon intertwined his fingers with yours, the warmth of his hand providing a comforting contrast to the coldness of the snow around you. "happy anniversary," he said softly, his voice filled with love and affection.
you smiled up at him, feeling your heart swell with happiness. "happy anniversary," you echoed, leaning your head against his shoulder as you both continued to watch the snowfall.
as you both continued to stand there, mesmerized by the falling snow, sunghoon gently reached up to adjust the snow hat on your head, making sure your ears were covered and protected from the cold. you felt the soft fabric of the hat against your skin, grateful for the warmth it provided. sunghoon's eyes twinkled with affection as he admired you, his hands lingering on your cheeks for a moment longer than necessary.
noticing your hands trembling slightly from the cold, sunghoon swiftly removed his gloves and placed them on your hands, his fingers brushing against yours in the process. "here, these will keep your hands warm," he said with a gentle smile. you looked down at his gloves, feeling touched by his thoughtful gesture. the gloves were slightly big for your hands, but the warmth they provided made you feel closer to sunghoon than ever before.
sunghoon then wrapped a scarf around your neck, the soft fabric feeling comforting against your skin. he carefully tucked the ends of the scarf under your coat, ensuring you were bundled up and protected from the chilly night air. you smiled gratefully at him, feeling cherished and cared for.
"i want to keep you warm," sunghoon whispered, his eyes filled with warmth and love as he looked at you. you felt your heart flutter at his words, the love and tenderness in his gaze making you feel like the most special person in the world.
feeling emboldened by the intimacy of the moment, you reached up to adjust sunghoon's scarf, making sure he, too, was bundled up properly. he chuckled at your actions, his laughter warm and infectious. "thank you," he said softly, his eyes shining with gratitude.
you both continued to walk hand in hand through the snow-covered streets, the soft crunch of snow beneath your feet creating a rhythmic soundtrack to your evening. every now and then, sunghoon would pull you close, his arm wrapping around you protectively, as you both admired the winter scenery around you.
as the snow continued to fall around you, each snowflake unique and mesmerizing, sunghoon's gaze remained fixed on you. he seemed to be searching for something in your eyes, something that would encapsulate the depth of his feelings for you.
"do you remember our first date?" sunghoon suddenly asked, his voice soft and nostalgic. you looked up at him, surprised by the sudden change in topic but intrigued nonetheless.
"of course," you replied with a smile, memories of that day flooding back. "how could i forget?"
sunghoon's lips curled into a tender smile as he recalled that special day. "i knew from that moment that you were someone special," he confessed, his eyes filled with warmth and sincerity. "i've never felt this way about anyone before."
you felt your heart swell with emotion, touched by his heartfelt confession. "i feel the same way, sunghoon," you whispered, reaching up to caress his cheek. "you mean the world to me."
sunghoon's eyes sparkled with happiness, his lips meeting yours in a passionate kiss. the world around you seemed to disappear once again as you lost yourselves in each other's embrace, the falling snow serving as a magical backdrop to your love-filled moment.
pulling away slightly, sunghoon looked deep into your eyes, his expression serious yet filled with love. "i have a wish," he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper.
you looked at him curiously, your heart pounding in anticipation. "what is it?" you asked.
a playful smile tugged at the corners of sunghoon's lips as he replied, "i'm afraid if i say it out loud now, it might not come true."
your smile fell from your face as you slapped his shoulder.
sunghoon chuckled at your playful reaction, his eyes dancing with mischief. "i'm just teasing," he said, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you closer to him.
you rolled your eyes at him but couldn't help but smile. "you're so mean," you pouted, though the affection in your voice was unmistakable.
"i am not mean!" sunghoon protested, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "i just wanted to see that adorable pout on your face."
you let out a soft laugh, shaking your head in amusement. "you're lucky you're cute," you teased, reaching up to playfully ruffle his hair.
sunghoon grinned, his eyes sparkling with delight at your playful gesture. "i think i'm the luckiest man alive then," he said, his voice filled with warmth and affection.
sunghoon's heartfelt words made your heart swell with love and gratitude. the playful banter between you two always brought a smile to your face, reminding you of the deep connection and bond you shared.
as you both continued to stand there, lost in each other's embrace, you knew that this snowfall would forever hold a special place in your heart. it wasn't just about witnessing the first snow of the season; it was about sharing this magical moment with the person you loved more than anything in the world.
and as the snow continued to fall around you, each snowflake a testament to the love and connection you shared, you knew that no matter what the future held, as long as you had sunghoon by your side, everything would be alright.
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