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so who is he? by sleepversed
Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga)
25 Feb 2024
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"...you turn quickly back to nanami, who seems somehow even closer, and you can feel his big hot hand slide underneath your skirt and onto your mid thigh, squeezing your burning flesh before running his thumb in slow circles. you breathe in shakily, feeling dizzy. you were aching for more from him."
short nanami/yn unedited fic ♡ v explicit in some parts so be warned/enjoy u little freaks ♡
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"How did you even get in here?” he interrupted Stiles’ spiel about his shitty jeep breaking down early in the day, his jaw tight, and Stiles bit back a smile at the familiar expression, the growl implicit in his voice.
He laughed. “You know the answer to that, Derek.”
“‘I don’t want to know,’” Derek intoned as Stiles simultaneously said, “You don’t want to know,” and though the words may have been the same, Derek spoke his through the tone of a man long-suffering, and Stiles had sang the often repeated phrase with an impish smirk.
Derek glared at him. “I told you to stop breaking in. I hate you.”
“We both know that isn’t true, big guy,” Stiles answered faux breezily.
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It’s hard to explain exactly how it begins.
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on learning to live again. -
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frank castle/reader! fic: usual theme, frank comes to you bloody, sexual acts ensue.
could be read as dub-con but the consent is implicit here in the eyes of the characters who have a history tbh
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stiles' life is falling apart, and what a coincidence, his jeep is too. cue an old friend showing up to save the day.
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He means to say something funny. Witty. Like ‘it’s been a helluva four years, man, how’s life?’ or ‘can you believe what the fuck just happened’, or even, ‘beards suit you’, the urge for levity almost unbearable, but instead the weariness of the day settles on Stiles’ shoulders, a familiar burden more often than not as of late, and he breaks into a tired, half-resigned smile at his old friend.
“Hi,” he says.
Derek smiles back slowly, the familiar canines of his teeth poking through his grin, and Stiles can almost feel his blood quicken. Well aware of Derek’s wolfy prowress, Stiles silently invokes a mild charm, subduing the tell-tale signs of his vitals.
“Hi,” Derek says.