Mar 28
Me trying to find a good fanfic that isnt smut
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Me trying to find a good fanfic that isnt smut
What was your first manga? (that you buy or borrow (new or used - dosen't matter)
One Piece
Chainsaw man
Jujutsu Kaisen
Yu Yu Hakusho
Dungeon Meshi
My Hero Academia
Spy x Family
Black Clover
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure
Something else (comment)
“Can’t two guys just be friends?”
Yeah, just not these two guys.
He’s just so big, he’d make anyone feel tiny, his big arms and rough voice that suddenly feels gentle to you. The size difference makes anyone look twice, the way he looks behind you when someone looks at you for even a moment too long, it makes him feel like killing them. Holding you while you sleep, his big arms wrapped around you securely, it makes you feel so safe. He’ll carry you with one arm, do pushups with you on his back, sit you on his shoulders and walk around like you’re just a backpack.
And his cock, it’s so big, it’s long and thick with his big heavy balls hanging beneath them. He stretches your hole so deliciously, it took a while for you to adjust to him at first but now you take him like a pro
Ryomen sukuna, Toji fushiguro, Jinichi zenin, aoi todo, tengen uzui, Gyomei Himejima,Yami sukehiro, zoro roronoa, Dante sparda, your fav
Come back to bed
CONTENT: SFW w/ lots of kissing | PAIRINGS: Yami Sukehiro x Reader | WC: 504
Sorry Ik a bit of an oddball for me? I was rewatching Black clover and well, I love Yami,,,
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The smell of tobacco clings to the air as moonlight slips through the window, silver light piercing the dark room. It catches the drifting smoke, thin and slow, as it glides outside. Yami stands near the windowsill, one bare shoulder braced against the frame, staring out. His boxers sit low on his hips, the moonlight tracing the lines of his chest.
“Come back to bed,” you whisper, brushing your fingers over the silk sheets where he had been, still warm, still creased with the shape of his body.
He turns toward you, exhaling another slow puff of smoke. The cigarette hangs loosely from his lips, the ember glowing faintly in the dark.
“Idiot,” he mutters. “What’d you wake up for?”
But he's already walking back to you.
He flicks the cigarette away without looking, the faint glow disappearing as he climbs back onto the bed. The mattress dips beneath his weight.
He leans down and kisses you, soft and warm, and all too quick. You can taste the tobacco on his lips.
"Those things are gonna kill you one day," you murmur as he pulls away, finally settling beside you. He guides your head onto his chest, running a calloused hand through your hair.
"My job's people trying to kill me. At least let me pick how I kick the bucket."
"Yes, here lies Captain Yami, who died valiantly fighting a… cigarette." You mock sleepily, waving your hands. He catches them, lacing his fingers through yours.
He's quick, flipping you onto your back. The tumble wakes you right up, groggy eyes flying wide open.
"Stop naggin' me, woman."
His hands never leave yours, now clasped firmly above your head. His black hair hangs loosely, dark strands framing his face as he stares down at you, steel eyes meeting your own. Something about the way he looks at you, the way his rugged features always seem to soften just a bit, makes your chest tighten.
His hands relaxes, moving down to gently cup your cheek, and you feel the hardened skin brushing against your own, a testament to his years of work with a sword.
“Yami…” you whisper softly, his lips move to capture yours, while his other hand guides your leg around his waist, settling at your hip as he gently squeezes between kisses.
His lips move against yours, tongue sweeping against your bottom lip. Your lips part eagerly, the taste of earth and ash melting on your tongue. And for always naggin' him about smoking… you couldn't get enough of the taste of it on his tongue.
His hands slides under your shirt, rough fingers grazing the soft skin, and your breath catches softly into the kiss.
He pulls back only enough for his breath to fan across your lips, his forehead brushing against yours.
“Still worryin’ about that cigarette?” he smirks.
You huff softly. "Someone has to."
Truth be told, the absolute last thing on your mind was a cigarette.
A low chuckle rumbles in his chest before he kisses you again.
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The End :) As always let me know if you enjoyed reading! Sorry it's so short, it's been a minute since I've written anything.. I had planned on writing nsfw, but I've only ever written sfw so I chickened out, but ill work up to it one day,,, ,_,
I wanted to try out a new brush