★彡 I’d Never End A Conversation If It Was With You

No Harm List - Choi San

Warnings: Violence, mafia affiliated acts, cursing

It was almost a normal day. You had just picked your son up from your mother’s house after running your few errands. Your son’s birthday is tomorrow and you needed to get the last few presents on your list in order for him to have the best third birthday he can.

You’re needing to run to the bank since you picked up your paycheck right before getting your son. By luck the ATM machines outside were all getting maintenance work. So you find yourself inside, waiting in the short line. Your son sits on your hip as you hold him in one arm, the other hand filled with just about everything else. 

A bank teller finally opens up and you take you first couple steps before several loud crashing noises cause your body to freeze an almost tumble over. You look over your shoulder and watch as five men walk in. Bodies covered in black; automatic guns and large empty bags in their hands.

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POV: you are the comically sad cat being carried out of a house fire by diluc

a/n: minors keep scrolling or else i'll hunt down ur dad and give him a blowjob <3 maybe ur grandpa too <3

thoma, who’s so in love with your pussy

he's perfectly happy with having either his face between your legs or his cock buried inches deep in you for hours on end. images of you underneath him consume his mind, and it has him throbbing in his pants throughout the workday.

no matter how hard thoma tries to focus on the task at hand, his mind keeps drifting off, daydreaming about how prettily you moan his name as he trails his tongue between your folds and sucks on your puffy clit, how sweetly your voice rings in his ears when you ask him to go faster when he’s thrusting in and out of you at an agonizingly slow pace, how you gush and keen when he gently curls his fingers, the pads of them gingerly brushing against that one squishy spot inside of you that has you seeing stars.

these thoughts of you and the sound of your voice ring inside his mind; it makes his head spin and his knees falter. it’s quite amusing, just how frequently ayaka's had to ask him whether he's okay from the way he has to catch his balance paired with the red hue that paints his cheeks and the sweat that makes his hair stick to the back of his neck.

thoma’s embarrassed by how often he finds himself visiting the bathroom at the kamisato estate, forehead leaning against the wall and trembling hand working at his boner, trying his best to emulate the feeling of your plush, velvety walls around him.

what shall he do with you today when he gets home from work?

should you expect his hot breath on your core? his tongue, lips, and fingers working in sync to make you spill your juices all over his face repeatedly throughout the night until you’re reduced to a sobbing, pleading mess beneath him?

maybe he’ll have you cum on his cock instead, rutting into you in a way that has you mewling out his name and clinging onto his bicep as if it were your lifeline, legs trembling pathetically around his waist as you feel his tip nudge the most sensitive bundle of nerves inside you.

or perhaps, if he’s not feeling too exhausted, he’d indulge you in both.

thoma has a lot to look forward to every day, but nothing beats coming home to your sweet, pretty pussy every night after a long day at work.

reblogs r appreciated! tnk u for reading ily ( ˶˘ ³˘(⋆❛ ہ ❛⋆)!

i saw kakashi in accounting class

Sebastian: I treat my body like a temple.

Claude: Yeah, open to everyone, day or night.

Manga Bokuto or anime Bokuto?

I WAS GONNA STOP FOR NOW BUT I HAVE TO ANSWER THIS ONE

i mean… have you SEEN manga bokuto

He is beefy. He is adorable. He is perfect.

me: no I’m not emo anymore

me: *hears the first note of Hungarian entry*

me:

[3:13am] Carefully, you picked your way across the dark room, trying not to run into anything or make a lot of noise as you approached the bed containing a sleeping San. He was splayed out in the middle, starfished except for where his left arm folded around Shiber, holding the plush close to his chest adorably. You felt guilty as your gaze swept over the remnants of what was meant to be your date night- the cold bowl of popcorn, the two wine glasses with a full bottle of red wine nearby, the discarded cases of DVDs, the still-lit candles, and the pillows and blankets that he'd collected now forming a rejected mountain on the floor, pushed off the bed as he made room for himself to rest. Between his busy promotion schedule and your job forcing extra hours on you, it seemed like the two of you were constantly just barely missing each other, having to steal a fleeting moment here and there as you dropped off coffee for him and the boys, or he placed a peck on your forehead in his mad dash out of your apartment after scrambling out of your bed, having hit snooze one too many times during a particularly tough morning. This night, you told him that you were going to do your best to be home on time, and he promised to do his best to stay awake- but your job refused to let you go when you were meant to leave, and you couldn't blame him at all for drifting off eventually, once one hour turned into two, then three. You settled beside him on the bed, refusing to touch him for fear of waking him up, even though he left with you with very little room at all, and you tried your best to make yourself as comfortable as possible, determined to just let him rest. You laid facing him, watching as the light from the flames of the candle danced over his features, serene as he dreamt, his chest rising and falling steadily. "Aren't we lucky, Shiber?" you hummed to the plushie, adorably snuggled up in his arms. You reached a hand out and laid it on Shiber's head, closing your eyes and letting your weary body sink into the mattress, feeling sleep beginning to roll over you. You were startled awake in what felt like just a moment later by a shift beside you, and suddenly a heavy weight pressed down on you, San having rolled over to nearly lay on top of you, his arms circling around you to draw the two of you close together, Shiber wedged between your bodies. You opened your eyes just a little, lids heavy, as you felt San's lips press against your forehead in a gentle peck, leaving his lips hovering there as he completed his kiss. "I missed you," he mumbled out in a sleepy whisper, voice sounding like it came straight out of a dream. You curled your arms around him in response, nuzzling your head to rest comfortably under his chin, squeezing him tight for a moment. The two of you fell back asleep just like that, wrapped up in each other, steady breathing matching in rhythm, with Shiber trapped between both of your arms as they blanketed each other.

“Hi Elizabeth. It’s okay. You can look at my butt.”

me sitting in my dorm room questioning if college is really worth it