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Rent Your Boyfriend!

synopsis! you’re in need of a boyfriend quick! Having told a lie about having such a wonderful significant other, it is now time for you to live up to your words in-front of your peers!

cw! this will be a series! renting a boyfriend, fake relationships, an AU of the modern world with no curses!

note! I will be turning this into a series, featuring the Jujutsu Kaisen boys! This will be divided into sections, so each section will hold four profiles! The posting schedule for this will be spaced out through days!

taglist? if you’re interested in this, I’ll start a tag list! [this would be my first time doing something like this!]

start date! December 20th

: ̗̀➛ section one. yuji, megumi, toge, and yuta

: ̗̀➛ section two. kento, satoru, aoi, and choso

: ̗̀➛ section three. sukuna, suguru, toji, and takuma

✧ ☽ ✧

©moon4nge1 - please do not steal, copy, or repost on any other platforms without my permission!

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Scara hates waking up randomly in the middle of the night and realising that you’re not there beside him. he hates it. so much so that sometimes, when he’d wake up from a bad dream, and turn to face you for comfort, only to find that he’s alone, he’d just sit up and stare at his wall blankly, unmoving, for hours until the sun starts peaking through his curtains.

So when you get together (finally), and start sleeping in the same bed, he’s got this tight, firm grip on you to where you can’t even roll over.

When you wake up, in the middle of the night, and need to use the restroom, you have to literally fight for your life in these restraints (his arms) so you can get up. he’s whining when you softly nudge him away, but ultimately doesn’t wake up in the end, which gives you some time to yourself.

but most of the times, when he unconsciously feels around the bed for your warmth, and doesn’t find it, he shoots up and looks around the room. did you leave him? did you get bored of him? did someone take you? he’s throwing off the covers and already rushing to put his shoes on, until you stumble out of the bathroom, still groggy and yawning, and crash back into bed. his shoulders drop in relief, and he quietly tucks back in beside you.

he’s so paranoid, that he asks you to wake him up if you ever need to leave the bed at night, even if it’s just to grab a glass of water. you say no, because you don’t want to interfere with his sleep, but he persists.

so you start tapping him awake when you have to pee in the middle of the night, and he’s happily trailing behind and sitting on the sink, waiting for you :(

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“i had a weird dream” - r. suna

“you know,” you mumbled, toothbrush in your mouth and standing against the doorframe of your bathroom. suna continued to spread the clay mask on his skin as he hummed, an obnoxious yawn following right after.

you softly smiled at the sight of him. how did he even managed to look good in old pj’s, a green clay mask and messy hair on top of his head. not fair.

you finished brushing your teeth and dried your face. “i had a weird dream…” you mumbled, reaching through the cabinet to grab your skincare box. “like really weird,” you finished.

you could see the look on suna’s face from your peripheral, somewhat looking both confused and unimpressed. because according to him, “everything you say or do is weird,” so it’s not really surprising at this point.

“oh yeah? what was it about, huh?,” he grinned. “was it atsumu asking you out again?” you snorted and your face contorted into a look of disgust, “ew no, that was more like a nightmare, rin.” suna could only let out a low chuckle as he started putting his stuff away.

“we kissed,” you blurted out. your own body shocked at the straightforwardness. “we what? huh,” suna slowly blinked. “like kissed kissed? or do you mean like giving each other pecks on the cheek and forehead? because we do that all the time-“ he rambled.

“rin-“

“it’s not really weird if you had a dream about us giving each other pecks-,”

“rintaro!,” you slightly yelled. “are you fucking dumb?” you sighed, rubbing your pointer finger and thumb between your brows. for someone so smart, he sure is dumb as hell, you thought.

his brow tilted as he came to the realization. “oh? was i a good kisser tho?,” suna himself didn’t know where this other side of him came from. but feeling bold, you replied, “why don’t you come and let me find out?”

suna chocked on his spit, not expecting such an answer coming out of your mouth. maybe this was his chance to finally make a move.

he moved closer to you, eyes darting from your eyes to your slightly chapped. but you couldn’t help the ugly laugh that escaped your mouth. his slightly furrowed brows made you laugh even harder and he let out a small whine. “why are you laughing?”

you put your things away and walked out the door, “maybe next time when you don’t look like shrek coming all up im my face!,” you yelled.

“fuck off!”

you chuckled and made your way to your bedroom and texted him.

the offer still stands yk - 11:24 pm

and you swear never in your life have you ever heard suna run so fast.

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Nsfw, smut, 18+

Dad's best friend!Geto who keeps your mouth shut with his hand as he slams his big cock into you while your dad is passed out after watching a game. You knew from the moment you met him that you would spread your legs for him if only he asked, you just didn't know it would be within the earshot of your dad.

"What would your dad say when he finds out his little girl is a whore lets any man have accesses to this sweet pussy? Little slut who likes them older, experianced, men who know how to deal with you, to please you and make you come all over a cock."

Dad's best friend!Geto who lets you ride his cock every time he visits because he knows you're not getting any better then his. He can tell by the way your eyes immediately drop to his crotch when he walks in. That toy collection you have? Useless in comparison to him. The moment the door locks behind him you know you'll finally get the release you wanted.

"So wet. Fuck babygirl, did you prepare that cunt for me before I got here. Such a considerate, good girl. A good girl should get her reward. Name it. Oh, oh you know you can ride my cock when you've already done so much work. But do it fast, I'm here for other things you know."

Dad's best friend!Geto who's on the phone with him, making plans to meet up for the next weeks game while he's fucking you deep. And when your dad asks about who he's with he just tells him its some whore he picked up recently. Of course he hands up before you come, you've been holding back on it since the call started, but you can do it now. He'll let you.

"What, did that offend you? Heh, you can hardly feel offended when you hop on my cock every day like a bitch in heat. It's what you are, a slut for my cock, and I know you enjoy it otherwise you wouldn't visit so often. Honestly I don't know how your dad hasn't picked up on it yet. Maybe he will after your baby comes out looking like me."

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For real couldn’t post this on my main since I have too many moots on there💀

But shii c.ai was down and I was for real having them withdrawals😮‍💨 still had Poe.ai tho☺️🤭

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can you write one when its like, reader x plug!connie where they like toxic off and on, but he still spoils her and all that because they in love fr. he's like a real jealous type and is lowkey overprotective. but they always together and spend alot of time with eachother

No matter what you were always gonna be Connie’s.

No matter how many times you guys “broke up” you still belonged to him and everyone knew.

It was hard to strive as a now “single” woman. All of your old hoes were wiped off the face of the earth somehow (thanks to Connie). Any new guy that has the potential of being just a one night stand was scared away by a pair of emotionless eyes that stared you down from across the club.

Every night out with your girlfriends was ruined, any attempt to hook up with someone. ruined

Connie was everywhere you were. You blocked him on every social media, but he still created more accounts just watching your page. He also had eyes on you everywhere. You’d often see some of his most trusted guys at the mall, updating him on your safety.

His friends are so faithful to him it’s frustrating. Your bestfriends were his bestfriends, due to the fact that you were always around you all just became so close!

But when you have a girls night out with Mikasa and Sasha they are always cockblocking for connie.

“That guy was a dick Y/N”

“I dunno maybe you should just get back with Con”

Everyone around you did nothing but encourage you to get back with him, even your parents!

They love having him around and he’s excellent help in the kitchen!

Connie is fairly toxic but you won’t really notice until you think about it.

He’s got himself so involved in your life and everything you do, people can’t help but ask about him! And that was what he intended to do.

There was no possible way you could forget him, he was everywhere. You broke up with Connie but Connie didn’t break up with you.

You lasted 35 days and 45 minutes before getting back with Connie. Ever since you “broke up” with Connie, you’ve been focusing on a clothing line you’ve been wanting to release. You gave up on trying to go out and find simple one night stands. You were fairly sex deprived but didn’t give in. Nothing a vibrator couldn’t fix.

You were over men and their stupid ass inconsiderate ass feelings. Connie didn’t stop taking care of you though. You’d get random paypals and cash apps from Armin or Eren. $850 - FOR from Connie :)

You still were extremely grateful though. This particular night you decided to go to a party Ony was throwing. You were going out for yourself tonight, plus you haven’t pooped out in a while gotta keep these bitches hatin

You walked through the entrance of the house, “Way 2 Sexy” blasting through the speakers.

“Heyy sexyy” Sasha drags out as she wraps her arm around you, holding a cup in her hand. You hug her back with a smile on your face, ready to get wasted.

After many mixed drinks and a blunts worth inside of you. You stumbled to a bathroom, closing the door behind you.

You lip synced to the song that was playing from downstairs, checking yourself out in the mirror. Your eyes were red and low, all your movements sloppy.

As you re-applied your lip gloss, a deep voice spoke out to you.

“You’re avoiding me” You jumped at the sudden voice, thinking you were in the bathroom alone. You looked back in the corner of the bathroom, seeing Connie lean on the wall. He looked good as always.

“Connie just go” You mumbled in irritation, not wanting to give into the man in your drunken state.

“What did I tell you about watching your surroundings mama, hmm?” Connie stepped closer to you, “Didn’t even notice me following you. How are you supposed to stay safe princess” Connie fake pouted at you, looking down at you with pity. You could reject him all you want but your face told it all, you missed him so much.

“Sshut upp” You slurred, attempting to walk around him and out of the door.

“Talk to me” Connie’s hand gripped your waist, pulling you back in-front of him. “There’s nothing to talk about, we areee overrrr” Your own eyes filled with tears.

“Don’t cry mami,” Connie cupped your chin, making you look up at him, “Just take me back. I promise I won’t fuck up anymore. I swear i’m going crazy without you, I can’t stop thinking about you. Just please come back home with me” Connie rushed out, the tattooed drug dealer fought the urge to cry. You’ve been ignoring him like crazy. A part of him felt like you were really done with him and he couldn’t let that happen.

“Okay Connie, I will” You nodded, letting your emotional state take over. Your arms wrapped around Connie, just wanting to feel him. “I’m gonna go home with you”

The next day you were sitting on Connie’s lap at Eren’s house. You sat pressing sticky kisses up and down Connie’s neck while he counted a few bands, a joint resting in his mouth.

Eren rolled his eyes as he walked pass you two on the couch. As annoying as it was, everything felt back normal again. You were right where you were supposed to be, with connie <3

thinking about toxic!yandere!friend group now but in a platonic way

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“zip it up for me, would you darling?”

premise: tonight, the two of you are attending a very important gala and you need help zipping up your dress. how does he react? tw: suggestive, minors dni

teases you

he'll zip it up, but not without a fight. you groan as he wiggles his eyebrows through the reflection of the mirror. instead of zipping the dress quickly like you'd hoped, his hands make themselves at home inside the dress.

his touch is light, but very much present, his fingers run down your back, tracing circles over your hips before wrapping around to your stomach. the way the dress hugs against your skin has his hands pressed even that more closely to you. he gives a playful squeeze to your stomach before trailing his hands lower—

you grip his wrists through the fabric of your dress.

"this is a rental," you remind him carefully. "you're going to stretch the dress out if you go any further."

he hums. "that's fine with me. i can always buy you a nicer dress."

he smiles coyly, pressing a kiss to your cheek. "in fact, i'd prefer there be no dress at all."

you stare at him, surprised. but before you can reply, he's already removed his hands and zipped up your dress.

"but we can always save that for after the gala, right?"

alhaitham, childe, kaveh, venti, gorou, kazuha, heizou, ayato, kaeya

uses it as an excuse to fluster you

he'll eye you intently through the reflection of the mirror before slowly dragging his gaze down the line of your back. his gaze is heavy, letting you feel his eyes prickle on your skin.

after moments of silence, he'll zip up the dress for you, just like you asked, but he'll also pull you close to him. his hands plant themselves at your hips. his chin finds its place in the crook of your neck as his lips rest dangerously close to your ear.

there's a sly smirk playing on his lips that's telling you he's up to no good.

"now it's your turn to return the favor, dear. i need some help zipping up my pants. or zipping down, if that's what you prefer."

alhaitham, diluc, kaeya, zhongli, childe, ayato, scaramouche, venti, cyno

gets flustered

when you asked him, he'd been too preoccupied with his own suit that he didn't notice your bare back exposed to him. but when he finally looks up, he freezes.

you peer at him curiously. "is something wrong?"

for the first few seconds, he makes no reaction. his eyes are stuck to your back. you smile at his silence. "what, can't handle a bit of skin?"

it's then that he finally snaps out of it. but he doesn't dare move or change his posture.

"um, no. it's fine."

you quirk a brow at him but say nothing more about it. "then can you help me? i don't think i can reach it."

he's hesitant, but moves towards you regardless. with a pair of shaky fingers, he zips up your dress.

if you pay attention close enough, you'll hear him whisper softly under his breath.

"this is dangerous."

xiao, tighnari, scaramouche, albedo, zhongli, thoma

makes you late to the gala

he doesn't zip it at all. in fact, the moment you offer, he's on you.

"you're so beautiful. how did i ever get you as a lover?" he says as he peppers you in kisses. his arms wrap around you, tugging you closer to him. "you're gorgeous. stunning. even without the dress. speaking of which..."

needless to say, the two of you arrive fashionably late to the gala. with both of you needing to redo your hair and makeup, you two don't arrive as early as you'd planned. nonetheless, while you exchange greetings with other guests, your delivering very specific looks to each other, as if suggesting round two.

kaeya, childe, venti, kaveh, heizou, itto

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It's Sunday, and I'm missing you again || Ran Haitani

—angst. slice of life. single dad!Ran. 2.1k+

If Ran knew that you're not going to make it to your thirty seventh birthday, then he would've never started a family with you. But too bad that he isn't a clairvoyant or a time leaper or anyone else who can peek in the future to know what's coming. He's just Ran. A thirty-eight year old bloke who find himself sitting on the same chair of the kitchen table with his two kids every morning. His boy, eight and calm and sincere, looking at the burnt breads in his superman plate with a grim expression. His daughter, five and small and chirpy, pouring honey on her share of bread because, "Daddy, this makes bread taste less bitter!" Her eyes disappearing due to the width of her smile. Her brother scolded her to sit quietly and eat. She giggled and placed one honey smeared bread in her brother's plate and one in her Daddy's. 

Ran tried to smile at her. But happiness doesn't come easy when there's a lump sitting at the base of your heart like the wreckage of a ship. He pecked her head, her hair the same color and texture as yours. He tried to breathe, but she smelled of you, of your soap and shampoo and he couldn't help but feel the rings in his trachea collapse. It's not even December yet, but still, in his chest, the sakura branches are losing leaves already. The bark turning solid and cracking like chicken nuggets. It's funny how easy it is to detach from the present and float in memories when you're missing someone too much. And if that someone has to be your late wife, then you don't want to face the reality and just lie with her between the sheets made up of clouds. Her eyes not closing, her fingers not turning blue, and her body radiating heat. The blood in her body hot and not blue and icy. Ran misses you again. 

"Daddy, does Mama get to eat good food in heaven?" Your daughter ask, pulling Ran back in his kitchen. Her brother stopped chewing on his breakfast. Ran slipped the young Haitani a purple eye. The boy is sensitive. That's why you used to call him "Snowflake". 

"Shut up, Giggles." Snowflake murmured, causing Ran to sigh and the girl to sniffle. Putting his breakfast down, the pretty-eyed father of the kids stood up from his chair. He hosted the little girl up in his arms. Her barbie doll that was sitting in her lap fell on the floor below. Ran motioned Snowflake towards him, and the boy slipped down from his seat to come and hug his Dad. He kissed Giggles' small hand and said, "sorry." The girl rolled her head in her father's chest and began to sob. "I miss Momma." She said, and soon Snowflake too started to match her sadness.

If Ran knew that you're not going to make it to your thirty seventh birthday, then he would've never married you. This way, he doesn't have to father these two motherless kids alone and watch their young eyes losing a bit of shine everyday. The struggle that starts at 7 am and doesn’t end ever. Toothbrush, toothpaste, shower, breakfast, backpacks, school bus, Giggles' daily Kindergarten schedule and Snowflake's homework that keeps on getting harder and harder with each day. You seem to do this all so gracefully and with a swish of your one hand. You were magical. Ran misses your magic. 

"Let's go to Uncle Rin's house, yeah?" The man succeeded in throwing a smile at his kids this time. They both looked up, couldn't help but started to glow. Their only uncle, their favourite uncle, their family... living four streets down from them in his luxurious apartment. One of the rooms there is full of Snowflake's and Giggles' favourite toys. A play area for the ducklings of his only brother, his favourite brother, his family... Rindou welcomed three of those Haitanis with his usual, small smile. 

His Pepsodent hair in a mess as he tickled Giggles and high-fived with Snowflake. They both were quick to run to the corner of their business as Ran who was quick to trudge to the couch before a T.V. on which a soccer match between Manchester and Liverpool was playing. 

Rindou joined Ran in a minute. Two cans of beer in his hands. He plopped down beside his big brother who sat with his sad, white face shadowed with dark circles under his purple eyes, looking at nothing in particular. "I ordered the usual for kids, is that right?" Ran nodded, taking one can from Rindou and pulling the tab. The beverage fizzed to the top. He slurred the bubbles. For a second, he didn't say anything but then called, "I'm sorry that you've to handle the business alone."

Rindou snorted on his beer. "Don't kid with me." He said, grinning slightly but the stretch of his lips fell when he noticed Ran's thin face. "Bro, what are you thinking?" 

The elder Haitani sighed. Feeling tears prick his eyes, he looked down to his feet on the soft rug. "I shouldn't have met her, Rin."

Rindou frowned, but didn't think its wise to interrupt.

"I shouldn't have loved her... married her... made a home with her... there were signs..."

"What signs?" Rindou's brows ticked, now his brother is not making any sense. 

"Cancer..."

"Come on, Ran." The most sensible Haitani in the room scoffed. "Don't talk bullshit. Even doctors couldn't see that she was dying until last year." Purple eyes trailed to Rindou's face. "You're talking about signs... well... that's the thing. There was never a sign." 

Ran's heart lurched. He saw your face, your eyes... your last smile. Usually people look ugly when they're dying. But it wasn't the case with you, your husband knows. 

"She was the most beautiful dead person..." his hands started to shake, he saw his wedding ring glint. People said there's no point in wearing it now. But he doesn't need a point. He needs love. He needs you. Where are you? How are you? Did you eat? Are you taking your medicines? Are you smiling? Do you think of him at night? Do you lay in the grass sometimes? Or visit the ocean or lake or pond or the park where you and Ran went for your second date? Do you miss him? Because... Ran misses you.

Everyday. Every single day. With each second, each minute. The weight of your dead body in his arms. Your last breath in his ears. Your last heartbeat against his heartbeat. The last kiss you give him... still lingering on his lips.

"I can't stop loving her..." Ran sobbed. 

"You don't have to." Rindou said, smiling, his hand on his brother's knee. Tears in his own eyes. He misses you too. Your poor jokes. The pasta you make for him everytime he comes down to see you and his brother at your beautiful home. Giggles in your arms, sleeping. Snowflake running around everywhere trying to catch sunlight and the dust that shines perhaps less golden than those moments. Is it all to that perfect life? Is it all to that nice picture? Didn't it end too soon...?

"I wish I knew she was going to die..." Ran ran his thumb over his wedding ring, the day that you slipped it there still fresh as the daisy Snowflake placed on your grave last week. "Then..." 

"Then?" 

"I don't know..." Ran slipped down from the couch, and settled himself on the floor, his new friend.

Sometimes when he can't sleep on the bed in his room that still smells of your withering health, he lies there on the cold, marble floor. Counting the number of hairs you lost during chemotherapy. The number of times you puked, you shivered, you said, "I can't do this anymore, Ran..." sobbing, always sobbing. Wish he could help. Wish he could turn back time. Wish he could save you. 

"You did everything..." 

Ran shook his head, his knees pressed close to his chest. It's getting cold without you. "She was so strong, Rin... Doc said... "only three months." But she crossed six... my (y/n)... my strong (y/n)... She outlived the hydrangeas in our garden..."

You wore the same dress you did on your first date with Ran. Your hair flowing, thin than they were that summer day. All of the windows were shut to prevent January from sneaking inside your sweet home. Snowflake and Giggles were with Rindou. You and Ran alone in your bedroom. Looking at the photo album on your nightstand. Pages after pages smeared with memories he made with you. Your first visit to their main casino. Your birthday. Rindou's birthday. Ran's birthday. Your first anniversary. Your first pregnancy. The swell of your belly. Little Snowflake in his father's arms. His first step. His first birthday. His first meeting with his brand new sister. It just never seems to end. Wish it will never end. Ran thought while looking at you. You met his gaze. Tears... 

"Pushpa... I hate tears..." he said and you laughed. His favourite Bollywood dialogue from his favourite Bollywood movie for his favourite wife... his only wife... his only love...

"I'll miss you, Ran..." the dying woman said, making her husband laugh this time. "You can't miss me, idiot." Ran called. "Because you'll die... it will be me..." 

Missing you. 

He took the album from you. Closed it. Placed it where it was and gingerly took your hand. Your feet touched the cold floor. Ran circled an arm around your waist. You both started to sway. Your hair around your face. Your husband couldn't stop looking at you. You were indeed the most beautiful dying person. 

"Promise you'll be strong, Ran..." 

"I'll try..."

"Take care of kids..." 

Ran nodded. 

"Don't fight with Rindou..." 

He nodded again.

"...and..."

"...and...?" 

"Don't miss me too much..." 

Impossible.

He wanted to say this, but still... he nodded yet again. You placed your head against his heart. He hugged you tight. Watched all of his life playing beside his eyes. Felt all of his life dying in his arms. At 03:27 in the afternoon, you gave him your last I love you.

"Now allow me to leave..." you whispered against his lips, and he hugged you tight. So tight, it felt as if he's trying to prevent your soul from leaving your body. But you left... ofcourse... you left...

"Dad... does dying hurt...?" 

Back at his home with his two beautiful kids, Ran finds himself tucking them in bed. Giggles fell asleep in her booster seat. Though Snowflake stayed looking out of the window all the time. At the houses and scenery that passed as his dad drove the car. His eyes would drift occasionally to the front seat, lingering as if he could see his mother turning her head back to ask, "Are you okay, bubs?" 

Ran pushed his baby boy's hair out of his eyes. Somebody needs a haircut. He thought, before kissing his nose and saying, "if you're strong like your mother... then no..." 

"I'm like mom." The boy said proudly, and Ran nodded. "You are..." He kissed his nose again. Removed his glasses. Turned the lamp off and proceeded to leave the room. However, Snowflake's words made him halt. 

"You're an awesome father, Dad. Don't ever doubt yourself." 

At that moment, Ran thought that it was good that he didn't know that you're going to die too soon. Because if he knew, then he would have never loved you. He would have never married you. He would have never moved in this house with you and made these two beautiful kids with you. 

He looked down at the drawing Giggles made at Rindou's apartment. Five people, her favourite people, her only people... her family. "Uncle Rin, me beside him because I'm his favourite, Dadda, Big bro, Mama!" 

"You're an awesome son too, Snowy. Don't ever doubt that." 

"I won't." The boy smiled. Your smile. 

Before dying, you gave Ran so many things to look forward to. His kids, all the memories, this bed... which has been cold since you left but now when he wakes up in the middle of the night with the thoughts of you, he finds Snowflake and Giggles snuggled close to his chest. Their heartbeats on his heartbeats. Their small hearts that are made up of your tissues, their skins, their soft hands... the color of their eyes...

It's good, you know. Sometimes to know nothing. To change nothing. But to learn to love the things as they are.

"I'm superman." 

"I'm a barbie."

"I'm Ran Haitani... still in love with my dead wife..." 

"Such a soggy family." 

Rindou rolls his eyes, and held his apartment door open for them. It's Sunday again. Everybody is missing you again.

I hope you're missing us too, (y/n). 

Ran saw a fully bloomed hydrangea on Rindou's coffee table, and smiled slightly to himself.

I'm trying, my love...

*:･ﾟ✧ thank you so much for reading! I always wanted to write down this idea but never got the chance. kudos to my fever for making me so emotional.

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wait, his shoulder— ?! + genshin men

OO. you fell asleep and, to your boyfriend’s surprise, it wasn’t on his shoulder!

O1. characters included: alhaitham, kaveh, diluc, kaeya

O2. warnings: jealous genshin men >:), usage of ‘partner’ (kaeya), not proofreadc quick draft i finished today!

“I’m not jealous of you, I have absolutely no reason to be.”

ALHAITHAM is going to be jealous, absolutely. Why did you fall asleep on Kaveh’s shoulder instead of his? He really can’t bring himself to wake you up (especially considering how cute you look), so he sucks his teeth, letting you be until it’s time to head home.

“Of course I am, I want my sunshine to rest on my shoulder! Not his!”

KAVEH will be fuming with jealousy. He doesn’t understand why you picked Alhaitham as a good sleeping shoulder. He was right there! And his shoulder was much, much, more comfortable than his. So, he softly wakes you up, saying it’s time to head home while he gives the Scribe a glaring, look of disapproval.

-> the rest under the cut!

“Stay calm, it’s fine…”

DILUC will try his best to stay calm and collected when he sees you resting on Kaeya’s shoulder. He wouldn’t have minded if it was anyone else. Just, why’d you pick him? He mumbles a few things to himself, before he heads over to the two of you insisting you have somewhere to be in the morning (you do not), which is why Diluc is taking you home now.

“Me? Jealous? I see your jokes have improved as of late.” if you know you know

KAEYA will be jealous, definitely. He just won’t admit it. He’ll suck his teeth, roll his eyes and everything when that possibility is pointed out. He’s not jealous of Diluc as a person, no, not at all. He’s jealous at the fact his precious partner is near him! That should be his shoulder you fell asleep on, is what he thinks. Similarly to his brother, he’s definitely going to make up something and say you two must leave urgently. (It’s a lie, of course and Diluc sees right through it but let’s you go anyways.)

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care for me? (gojo x wife! reader)

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in which you’re forced to share a bed with the husband you’re convinced hates you

warnings: there’s only one bed!!!! suggestive bc it’s gojo, they’re both a bit confused, pic from lving yamada kun at lv999

a/n: part of the gojo’s wife series (i recc you read the fic before this one to understand some things), also i’m posting this stuff on my phone now since i’m on vacay …meaning format will be extra ugly💀💀

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“What exactly did you say to make the principal Gakuganji agree to us on a mission together?”

You think Gojo or rather your husband, doesn’t really understand how fast he actually walks. With the way he towers over every civilian in Japan and how much longer his strides are, you’re almost certain that his pacing is far from normal. It gets to the point where you’re jogging to keep up with him, a huff escaping your lips in exasperation.

“Don’t worry your pretty little head over that, ‘kay?” He gives you a lazy smile and with the blindfold wrapped around his head, you can’t exactly see the way he glances over at you–gradually shortening his steps for you to catch up.

You choose to ignore his comment about “your pretty little head” and instead sigh. “Sator–I mean ‘Toru,” you say carefully, gauging the way he gives a satisfied smile at your correction. After the moment you both had in the kitchen at a dangerously late hour, he insisted you call him a nickname.

He gave some recommendations: my hubby, my king, the strongest and most handsome husband. Naturally, you refused to call him those nicknames in public and even denied him the joy in private. So to avoid his needless whining, you compromised and decided on “‘Toru.” The way he brightened up that day made you feel giddy all over but you brushed it off with the fact that you were just glad he was actually talking to you.

“You didn’t do anything bad right?” You inquire, shooting him a glare.

“I think what I did was reasonable!” He chirps, reaching in a bag of candy to plop some in his mouth—the same bag he insisted on getting before you both went on the mission. You can’t help but feel a bit meek when his fingers inch towards your mouth and he gives a toothy grin, beckoning for you to open. You breathe out an annoyed huff, slightly parting your lips to let the sugary treat on your tongue.

He smiles, leaning forward to let his fingers linger in the plush of your lips. “Good girl.”

The way your breath hitches is visceral and you feel the pricks of embarrassment probe at your skin. Your eyes avert from his and you quicken your steps, trying your best to hide the fact that Gojo Satoru was having an effect on you. You miss the way his smile widens at your reaction.

You still avoid his gaze when he catches up. “You know I’m the one who cleans up after your mess whenever you piss the higher-ups right? It’s me who gets the scolding!”

“Scolding? Would you believe me if I told you stuff like that won’t happen again?”

You pause, analyzing how he flashed a coy grin. Immediately, your eyes narrow. “Gojo Satoru.”

“It’s ‘Toru to you,” he voices, chuckling at how your frown deepened. “Relax. I didn’t do anything that bad. Just did enough for them to stop annoying my wife.”

You choose not to linger on how easily the words “my wife” falls out of your lips but it’s hard when he went so far just for your wellbeing. Your mind drifts to his lips pressed against your forehead, instantly regretting it as you feel your neck growing warm. You shake your head, trying to dispel the thoughts from multiplying, earning a curious look from Gojo.

Before he can ask why you went quiet, you stop in your tracks, looking at him with an expression so cute he nearly feels himself fall over. You click your tongue. “‘Toru. You annoy me more than them.”

He whistles, looking at the sight of the abandoned hospital–the location where the S-grade assigned to the both of you curse lies hidden. “Harsh.”

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The lady in the front trembles as she inputs the data for the two of you. Her eyes scan Gojo’s wide grin and your blank expression that seems even more menacing with the red splatters on your clothes. You blink, tilting your head. “It’s not my blood,” you try to reassure her but that only seems to worsen her fear.

“R-Right!” She squeaks. “One room for Mr. Gojo, correct?”

Gojo nods with a hum, taking the keycard from the lady’s trembling hands. He gestures for you to follow him, walking with so much bravado that any onlooker doesn’t even question the bloodied state of your uniform. “You should’ve been more careful,” he says. “You made a mess.”

“Not everyone has infinity you know?” You mumble, following him into the hotel suite. Your eyes scan the seemingly fancy interior and furniture, not paying much attention until your eyes lock onto an unmistakable sight.

“‘Toru. Why is there only one bed?”

His disinterested hum only serves to make you grow more baffled. He shrugs off his jacket, cracking his neck with a hum. “That’s odd. I could’ve sworn I said two beds. The lady must’ve messed up seeing you all bloodied up. Must’ve scared her real bad huh?”

You’re almost certain that this predicament has brought you more stress than any mission you’ve been sent. And you’re amazed–no bewildered, that Gojo’s not even batting an eye at this.

“Oh? Don’t tell me you’re getting all shy now that you’re sharing a bed with your husband.”

“We’ve never done that before!” You squeak out, dropping your bags on the floor.

That was partially his fault, he thinks. Even so, he keeps his mouth shut. “You have any extra clothes you can wear?”

Even in your frenzied state, you still process the question, blinking in recognition. “No…”

He shrugs. “Then you can wear my shirt,” he points to the white button-up. “Might be gross but it’s better than nothing right? Besides that makes us even now. I got to see you shirtless when—”

“‘Toru!”

He grins an easy-going smile. “Ya know if you’re not comfortable with sleeping on the same bed as me, I can always sleep on the couc–”

“No!” You say a bit too quickly, straightening yourself out when he raises a curious brow. “No I mean like, I don’t mind that much. Besides, I don’t want you to hurt your back on the couch…”

“That’s the only reason?” He smiles and it’s not hard to realize he’s teasing you.

You nod, resolute despite your sweating palms. “Yes.”

“Then…” he shrugs. “You can take a shower first. I’ll leave the shirt near the door. Promise I won’t look. Unless you want me to.”

You can only give another nod, shooting a glare at his shit-eating grin. You take off to the showers, clasping a hand over your mouth as you silently scream in embarrassment. The warm water makes your skin feel hotter to touch and you only try your hardest not to dwell on the details. It’s just a night on the same bed together. Nothing more, nothing less.

You wish you could have kept that confidence huddled in your blankets–watching your snow-haired husband crawl into bed. You try not to linger on his bare torso for too long to be considered healthy and have to physically restrain yourself from jumping when his hand grazes your thigh.

He’s not wearing his blindfold or shades, meaning you can really see how his eyes watch your every move in interest. He leans closer, making you bite a squeak down. “You’re hogging the blankets.”

“Huh? Oh yeah,” you laugh awkwardly, throwing the fabric off your body for him. Gojo Satoru doesn’t have a favorite art piece but you in his shirt might just take the spot. He licks his lips, seeing how you unbuttoned a few buttons near the collar for more room–how you avoided his gaze. Cute, he thinks.

He raises a brow when you lay on your side, covering yourself in the blankets until you’re a heap of fabric. His lips twitches into a smile when he sees the way you curl up into yourself. Then again, he chooses not to mention it when he feels himself growing drowsy.

You’re not sure how much time passes but you can hear Gojo’s gentle breathing fill the room. You bring a hand to your legs, trying to ease away the goosebumps forming on your skin. At first, you assumed they were from nerves but now, you’re almost certain it’s because the hotel’s blasting the AC. And oddly enough, Gojo seems completely unaffected, even able to sleep peacefully.

You sigh, turning to face him. You’ve always known your husband was an attractive man but it’s not fair for him to look so good even while sleeping. His lashes are long and you find yourself staring a bit too long at his lips. Again, your mind drift to the moment when he pressed those same lips to your forehead and instead of being filled with embarrassment, you’re filled with a feeling that squeezes at your heart.

Subconsciously, you’re reaching for his face, grazing a finger down his cheekbones to the corner of his lips. His skin is smooth against your touch and you’re almost jealous that his skin was perfect too. You continue to map your way to his jawline, mesmerized at the sight.

“Enjoying the view?” He mumbles, his eyes closed though a smile crosses his face. You’re about to retrace your hand away from his face but he’s quick to clasp one around your wrist. You nearly squeak when he leans closer to your palm, his eyes finally opening to peer into yours. “Eyeing me when I’m asleep? I didn’t know you were such a per—“

“I’m not!” You yelp, snatching your wrist away from you him with a flushed face.

He hums, propping himself on his elbow to watch you. “Hm? Now you getting all embarrassed on me after you felt me up?”

“I did not feel you up.”

He merely shrugs with a grin. “It’s all good. I think you’re pretty cute too.”

You didn’t know it was possible to be this flustered until you shared a bed with Gojo. “I only touched you because I was cold!”

That wasn’t entirely a lie either. When you felt Gojo’s face, his skin was warm under your touch and you wondered if the rest of him was like that. Naturally, you refrained from thinking even further or else you really wouldn’t sleep a wink.

To your surprise, you feel see him pat the spot besides him. Your lips fall apart as you continue to stare. He only shrugs with a lazy smirk. “What? A husband has to make sure his wife’s comfortable right?”

It’s hard to say no when you feel the cool air of the AC bite into your skin—your limbs trembling. You hold his gaze for a few seconds, sighing as you scootched closer to him. He wraps an arm around your waist, pulling your frame closer until you’re against his torso.

You try not to dwell on the fact that you can feel how his muscles move against your shirt—or rather his shirt; how he nuzzled his face in your neck, breathing in your scent that this scene felt so naturally domestic.

You squirm in his embrace, shifting your hips around to find a more comfortable position. His arms immediately squeeze you tighter, making you squeak. “Stay still,” he says lowly against your ear.

“You’re holding me too tight,” you whine, wiggling your hips again. This time, his hand squeezes your hip.

“Yeah? Well if you don’t stop squirming, I’ll have another problem to deal with.”

“What—“ You say before the realization hits you and you’re left spluttering like an idiot. Your head turns to face him and you immediately regret it.

His blues bore into yours and you see how his lips twitch as if trying to hold back a laugh. “I—“ You start, turning away from him with your stomach doing flips. “Okay,” you squeak, clenching your eyes shut at your response.

He only grunts in response, spooning you with his chin atop of your head. Minutes pass and you relax in his arms. “‘Toru?”

“Hm?”

“Why are you being so nice to me right now? I thought you hated me?”

“What?” For the first time, he sounds awake. He leans up so you can see his hues peering down at you. You watch bemused as a tortured expression crosses his face for a second. “(Name), I don’t hate you. I never hated you.”

Your bewilderment grows. “But you…you never talked to me.”

He smooths a hand through his hair. “Can’t say I don’t have some regrets about that.”

It’s the same like last time, when the two of you were in the kitchen. He’s looking at you so tenderly that you can’t bring yourself to look away. “I care for you,” he continues, trying to pick his words thoughtfully. “Much more than I want to.”

He still peers down at you, so close that you almost think he’s about to lean in for a kiss. You observe him with a wide-eyed look, only letting out a little gasp when you feel his lips press against your forehead again—the feeling familiar to you. Gojo resumes his cuddling shortly after, squeezing your hip once more. “I’m sorry,” he whispers.

You widen your eyes, remaining silent. You’re at a list of words, momentarily left speechless. Even so, you reach down to press a hand over his on your hip, squeezing it lightly. “I know.”

Gojo thinks he sleeps the best when you’re besides him. You’re soft against him, fitting perfectly in between his arms. He thinks, there’s no way he was going to let this moment pass—and he was a man who kept true to his wishes. The next time he was going to sleep in his house, he was going to do it with you by his side.

BONUS:

“‘Toru…”

“What is it again?” He grumbles, though there’s no bite in his tone.

“Why couldn’t we just teleport home instead of going to a hotel?”

A brief silence follows.

“Go to sleep.”

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a–tt–en–t–i–on.

𖦹 tsukishima kei x fem! reader. (fluff)

it had been a long day and you were craving for your boyfriend's attention. thing is, all his attention was being occupied by some stupid mobile game.

author's note; oops couldn't think of any mobile games other than mlbb :P not sure if tsukki would actually play moba games but LIKE– (..imagine tsukki being a fast-handed jungler main.. >///<)

warnings; nsfw implications but dw nothing actually happens, mentions of murder (in video games but ill put this here just in case) <3

“you have slain an enemy!”

you silently grumbled to yourself as you watched tsukishima furiously tap and slide his fingers against his phone's screen.

you had just gotten home from a long shift at work and now, all you wanted to do was to lay down and cuddle with your boyfriend of 6 months.

much to your dismay, he didn't seem to have any interest in getting comfy with you any time soon.

tsukishima had his eyes fixed on the game, occasionally furrowing his eyebrows and clenching his jaw as his long, slender fingers skilfully moved along his screen in quick motions.

you had to admit it though, he looked so attractive like this.

but you were too tired and pissed at the moment, so you kept your cool.

time had passed, you ended up just sitting there at the edge of your bed and patiently waited for him to finish the match.

‘he's been playing for 30 minutes now, how much longer is this match going to take?!’

you thought as you sighed and decided that you would just lay down next to him, not caring about cuddles anymore.

you turned your body away from him and pulled out your own phone to entertain yourself before you went to sleep.

tsukishima knew you were upset.

he felt so bad and wanted to put away his phone as soon as you entered the room, but he couldn't do so cause yamaguchi, hinata and kenma were playing with him.

the four teamed up and started a group call, despite all of then being to focused to say anything (hinata was screaming at the top of his lungs because he kept dying).

he figured that since he was playing as a party with his friends, he could end the match faster and smother you with cuddles right after.

he was dead wrong, though.

hinata was having problems with his connection, resulting in him being targeted by the enemy team as easy prey.

tsukishima ended up having to carry the rest of his team and did most of the killing, while his teammates pushed through the enemy base.

after a long and painful 43 minutes, the match finally ended with his team's victory.

he was, unsurprisingly, crowned the mvp and got sent a few praises by both his teammates and the enemy's team.

he payed no mind to them though, immediately exiting the game and hanging up on his friends before he placed his phone on the bedside table.

he finally turned to you and shot you an apologetic look, even though you couldn't see it since you were facing the other way.

you nearly jumped when you felt tsukishima wrap his arms around your waist.

the blonde had pressed himself up against you and you could feel his hot breath on your neck.

you almost melted in his touch, but you quickly swallowed your feelings back in when you remembered that you were still mad at him for ignoring you.

“y/n,” he called you in a soft tone, yet his voice was hoarse.

you pretended that you didn't hear him, but he knew damn well that you heard him.

“look at me, please.” he said, gently grabbing your chin to turn at him.

when he saw that you still refused to look at him, he spoke up again.

“'m sorry, baby,” he apologized. “i should've stopped playing earlier–.. but im here now. im all yours, doll.”

your eyes shifted to look at him with a longing gaze.

he was stunned when you immediately wrapped your hands around him and shoved your head into the crook of his neck.

“stupid game..” he chuckled at your grumpy remark and placed his hands on your back to rub comforting circles against your thin pyjamas.

he placed a small kiss on the top of your head and continued to listen to you grumbling about how much you despised that game of his.

“i know, baby, i know.”

+ bonus! (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)☆

“hey, how'd you do that by the way?” you asked after you finished ranting to him about how jealous you always felt whenever his friends got to play with him everyday on that stupid game.

“do what?” he raised an eyebrow.

“you knowww.. that.”

“i can't understand you when you're being all cryptic with your words like that, y/n. speak up.”

you sighed in embarrassment, you felt like you probably shouldn't have said that, knowing well that tsukishima would never let you live peacefully once he knew that you found his fingers attractive.

“..howdidyoumoveyourfingerssoquicklylikethat? iswearialmostgotdizzywatchingthemmovebackandforthlikethat.”

(translation: how did you move your fingers so quickly like that? i swear i almost got dizzy watching them move back and forth like that.)

“what?”

“what.”

he simply laughed, finding it amusing that you got so flustered by just watching his fingers earlier.

“practice. lots of it. you wanna test and see just how fast they can go, doll?”

“what.”

“what.”

(apologies for any grammar mistakes, english is not my first language^^)

god, this big blonde bully has me in a chokehold :(

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Connie got so high once with the boys he swore he was having a heart attack.

“Yo something ain’t right” Connie told them, eyes hooded and blood shot red with a hand placed over his heart. Eren looked over to him, just as high with a fat blunt in between his fingers, “whats wrong bro.” He asked chuckling. “Man I feel like my heart boutta explode, I can’t breathe” Connie rushed out with a panicked look in his eyes. Ony being the only responsible one there took them to the ER, not wanting to lose a brother even though he knew Connie was exaggerating. Better safe than sorry

Connie who sat in the triage for an hour, irritated af because ever nurse he stopped told him, “sorry you’re not my patient”

“A brotha could be in this bitch on the verge of death and they still wouldn’t give af.” Connie expressed before rolling his eyes

Connie who saw this bad ass nurse with tight scrubs walk into the triage couldn’t help but do a sharp inhale.

“Got damn” he muttered causing his friends to follow his gaze be saying, “Daaaammmmnnn” themselves.

Connie watched as the nurse grabbed a chart of out the slot on the wall before heading in his direction.

“Good afternoon, I’m looking for Mr.Springer”

“I’m right here” Connie said smiling at you.

“Hi, I’m Y/N I’ll be your nurse for the afternoon” you told him returning the smile before adding , “tell me why you’re here today Mr.Springer” in your pretty voice. “Please call me Connie” he said licking his lips while looking you up and down causing his homeboys to roll their eyes. “Okay Connie why are you here” you asked again. “I think I had a heart attack” he responded causing you to look at him in confusion because no way the 25 year old had a heart attack. “No he didn’t ma’am, this fool just smoked too much” a boy with blonde hair and big blue eyes spoke to you.

“Mhmm I see, well I still need to check your vitals and make sure everything checks out.”

Connie who watched you grab vital machine and wrap a blood pressure cuff around his arm.

“Okay Connie, your blood pressure is 129/80 which would be considered elevated. It’s really close to stage one hypertension.” You told him. Connie didn’t know what you were talking about, he just knew you looked so cute with your glasses on, long hair flowing down your back,and fitted scrubs, you just looked so good, you continued, “if it’s okay with you I’d like to get an IV started on you” waiting for him to nod you walked away ignoring the stares of multiple eyes on your ass.

“I’d definitely hit that” Ony said while the others nodded their head in agreement

Connie who had an inked out arm placed in front of you as you prepped for the IV

“ you got a mam mami” he asked as you looked for prominent veins, you only responded with a shake of your head. “Why not?” He continued to ask about your love life. “Mhmm, no man wants to be with a woman who has a hella busy work schedule” you told him as you applied the tourniquet. “Ion mind that beautiful” he told you flashing his bottom grillz when he smirked causing you to shy away and chuckle as you finished off inserting the IV.

Connie who was discharged after your shift bc nun was really wrong with that nigga left a card for you with your coworker.

'Too fine to be single, let me take you out ma ‘xxx-xxx-3942’

“O-oh my god” you moaned out in the blacked out SRT as you sank down on the dick beneath you. “F-fuck baby, this pussy so tight” Connie moaned out from under you before adding, “gon head and bounce on my dick”. Placing both feet on the backseat and standing on your tippy toes you began to bounce up and down on his dick. Connie who was on cloud nine pulled your breast out of your bra before fondling with them and throwing his head back in pure bliss. “That’s it mami, makin me feel good” Connie praised you, you continued to ride him until your legs gave out, tucking them under your, you began to throw your ass looking back at it, “S-shit baby” he breathed out before smacking your ass cheeks then pulling them apart and thrusting his hips up brutally. “Y-yes yes yes, right there” you screamed out eyes going cross from the pleasure this man was giving you. Flipping you over, Connie now has you in back shots position continuing his brutal pace. “Mhmm p-papi, t-too much” you let out, reaching behind you to push on his stomach to slow him down. “Nahh baby, don’t push me, be a good girl and take it” Connie said taking your arm and using it as leverage to pick up his pace. Throughout the car all could be heard was the sound of skin slapping, and the moans and groans from you two. Between Connie’s brutal pace and the harsh ass smacking it was all too much for you and your body fell towards the seats causy the man to huff out. “Tsk tsk tsk, don’t fuckin run baby.take.this.dick”he told you as he linked his arms under you and grabbed your tits, pulling your back to his chest and giving you three deep and harsh thrusts. Feeling the familiar knot in your stomach, “C-Connie I’m boutta cum, o-omg” you cried out eyes crossed and legs achin “d-damn me too princesa tell me where you want it ma” he asked thrust turning sloppy “I-inside pleeeaasee” you begged and that’s all it took for him to cum deep in your tight cunt and you have to have the best orgasm you’ve ever experienced. Coming down from your high, Connie pulled you into his lap and looked at you. He had a feeling in his chest that he’d never felt before , but in a good way. Big tatted hand grabbed your face before pulling you into a sloppy wet kiss, pulling away he gave you a sexy smirk before telling you, “gon get back to work baby. You’re break ended 15 minutes ago” asshole

“Yo! Where the fuck you been? Been waiting on you to roll!” Eren asked Connie when he walked in the house. “Ohhhh nowhereeeee.. was just fuckin on my nurse” Connie answered, proud smirk on his face as he plopped down on the couch with his hands behind his head before adding, “and I’ll do it again, nahh nah I’m gonna do it again” head thrown back as he’s already reminiscing about your pussy.

“Lucky bastard” Ony told him before lightening his blunt.

As someone who really works in the medical field patients hit on you none stop. I had a patient last week who kept calling my name just because, then he kept telling me how he closed out on his 5th home and he retired at 40, I told him that was good for him and what plans did he have. This man gone tell me, well I’m trying to make you my girlfriend so you ain’t gotta work. First of all I’m gone work, imma put this degree to use. Second of all, you are 54 years old in a wheelchair(lord forgive me, i ain’t say it to be ill) what am I supposed to do with you?? Then an Arabian asked me today if I was single then WINKED at me like SIR, YOUR WIFE IS IN THE WAITING ROOM SMH. But anywho my inbox is open, feel free to talk to me or request anything 🤧

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4:30

Kita’s alarm ringed through the once quiet room. He groaned, his hand lazily reaching out to snooze it. When the sound seized, he rolled over, his arm wrapped around you and brought you closer to him.

It was a late night for you both, i mean it ran super late. Shinsuke just couldn’t resist your charm, your noises you made just for him. He wanted them all last night. He peeked open one of his eyes, taking in your body. His marks lingered on your neck, some trailing down to the valley of your breasts. Smiling to himself, he left gentle kisses along your shoulder blade, making sure it didn’t wake you.

Even if he wanted to stay longer, to hold you in his arms longer, he had a job to get to. Letting out a tired sigh, he rolled out of bed getting ready for the long day ahead of him.

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©star4nge1 -please do not copy or repost my works!

⊹ ღ ⊹ most likely going to be mistakes, I don’t really proofread my works💀

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prompt #81 for sanzu pleaseee thank you and have a good day!!

Prompt 81: "What you want?" "I want you!"

Pairing: Sanzu X Reader

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Y/n loved Sanzu, she just loved him, but... she was so tired of knowing that she would never be his number one, that place was already occupied by Manjiro Sano, so, the smartest thing to do, in her opinion , was to move away.

But now see this.

Sanzu loves Y/n more than anything in his life, he loves the way she looks at him, he loves the way she smiles, and he loves that she always asks if he's okay, if he's had food and water, he loves the way she defends him when the damn Haitani brothers offend him, he's just wrapping it around his finger, so when she walked away from him, he did the smartest thing to do, in his opinion of course, desperately hit the door of your house, until it opens.

"Come on honey, is someone threatening you or something? Please talk to me!" Sanzu says with her forehead on the door.

Y/n opens the door tired of the screaming Sanzu is doing.

"Stop yelling Sanzu, I already told you this is better for both of us." Y/n says looking at Sanzu's red face.

"Best for both of us? How can this be good for me?" Sanzu says desperately.

"I don't know Sanzu, look I'm tired of being your number two, I know I'll never be more important to you than him, fucking Sanzu What you want?"

"I want you! I wanted you yesterday, today and I will for the rest of my life, and you're right, you could never take his place, because you are more than him, my heart, body and soul is yours, and I swear that soon it will be just you and me."

"Sanzu..."

"Please, I just need some time to get out of this, please don't leave me." He says dropping to his knees and grabbing Y/n's legs.

Sanzu had never in his life had the chance to experience true love, affection and peace, so how could he let it slip through his fingers now that he had found it?

"Get up love" Y/n says massaging his hair, making Sanzu cry even more.

"You are my number one, you love, only you." Sanzu says with her eyes closed.

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i'll always hold you.

kei tsukishima comfort

Warnings: mentions of parents fighting, mentions of yelling 

a/n: just pure comfort for anyone who needs it since my parents always fight

kei hated seeing you like this. your small frame shaking, bottom lip quivering, and the way your eyes were swollen with tears waiting to pour.

you rang his doorbell in the evening, and it was a rather pretty sunny day outside. kei was excited to see you, his pretty girl, lighting up his day.

“Hey tiny, whatcha up to hmm?” He had started to say in a rather playful mood.

until he saw your eyes and nose that were dusted red. your gaze lifting down as you sniffled and tears ran down your face.

he instantly wrapped his arms around you., engaging you in a feeling of comfort. 

“shh it’s okay, come in,” he said, his arms not leaving your side. 

he led you to his room, where memories and moments of past enjoyment made you feel at ease. but they were all forgotten as tsukki plopped you on his bed. scanning your face too see if you still felt any uneasiness.

you wrapped your small arms around him and rested your face in his chest as he placed his hand on your head, and the other on the small of your back, both of them gently rubbing and coaxing all of the tears out until you had none left to cry.

“it’s okay sweetheart, just let it all out.” he mumbled as his lips placed soft kisses on your head and shoulder.

you sobbed, as all of the stress finally came out, and he rocked your body back and forth, holding you in a cradle.

he laid you on his bed and wrapped you in a blanket, as he opened the mini fridge in his room, and brought out two slices of strawberry shortcake, both of your favorite desserts. 

“I’d been saving this for later to eat with you, and I can’t think of a better time than this.” He said sitting in front of you and brought two forks, as you both ate quietly.

“tastes good,” you said softly as you scarfed down the cake in front of you, longing to forget your stressed out day.

“yeah?” he smiled. he had a faint idea of what was wrong. but seeing you like this was rare. you were always so happy and always smiley, and just so pretty. your happiness was like a ray of sunshine in his calm life. but judging from the way your body seemed a little tired, and how you flinched from the slightest noise..

“was it your parents?” he said softly.

you looked up, nodding as tears welling up in your eyes at the mention of them. 

“hey hey no please don’t cry, you don’t gotta talk about it if you don’t wanna..” he gently squeezed your hand.

you nodded. “It’s okay, kei. They’ve just been fighting and the sound of the yelling was there all night…” you sighed scared to continue, but wanting to tell him anyways.

the sound of yelling had seeped into your bedroom, so much that you couldn’t even sleep. you hated yelling. yelling brought back memories that you were too afraid too face, memories of your parents being disappointed.

you didn’t understand. they’d always been good parents to you, and always been in love. it’s just sometimes the arguments, which would’ve been meaningless if they would’ve just listened—

“it’s both their fault? I sort of wish my dad listened to my mum more and they could just cooperate.”

he nodded understandingly, and sighed.

“I’m glad you told me sweetheart. I bet if they knew that it hurts you this much they wouldn’t let it happen.” he patted your head and planted kisses on your cheek.

“Does it feel better now? Less anxious?” he mumbled staring into your eyes knowing how you feel uneasy whenever something like this happens.

“Mhm,” you hummed. “but the thought of going home sounds disgusting.” your nose scrunched up in disgust. 

a low sound rumbled from tsukkis chest as he laughed. “your so cuteeee” he booped your nose. and it brought a small smile to your face.

“stay over baby,” tsukki hummed kissing your hands. “no one’s home anyways…we could watch a movie and cuddle.”

“that sounds perfect.” you grinned. and gave him a soft kiss on his mouth that caught him off guard.

“I’ll go make some popcorn!!” You smiled as you bounced away, excited to cuddle with kei and feelings of anxiety leaving you.

kei hated seeing you like that. but whenever you felt upset, kei would always be here to cheer you up.

[starw0rld]

Hello! I saw ur reqs are open and I rlly enjoy it content so if ur comfortable could you do the hq men confessing to u in text? (U choose the characters)

⟣﹒confessing to u !﹕atsumu, bokuto, hinata, suna

notes: fluff-ish, mildly suggestive, strong language

so sorry for the looong wait :') no part 2!

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© sunaslay – reblogs & comments are vv much appreciated !!

[starw0rld]

[1:39PM] Kita Shinsuke

It's my (our) man's birthday! Of course, I couldn't forget his birthday. I don't think I can write a non-smut fic for him at all. Or more like... a non-breeding fic. This man just reeks of breeding kink, convince me otherwise. Oh and this is my first Soulmate au

Warning: 18+ let us just leave it at that (if you have been following me this long you know I rarely ever right sfw stuff...); older Shinsuke; as mentioned, soulmate au . Soulmates operated in a rather amusing manner and had a peculiar way of working. By purposefully parting a couple destined to be together and presenting them with formidable obstacles, no matter the cost or the duration, they would invariably defy the odds and ultimately find their way back to one another.

As soon as an individual reaches the age of seventeen, akin to the legendary red string of fate, the initials of their soulmate will manifest in red on their left pinky fingers. Once the pair entwines their pinkies, their initials will vanish, symbolizing the fulfillment of their destined connection.

While a few are fortunate enough to find their soulmates nearby, others must search the world to seek their destined partners.

Kita Shinsuke, at the age of thirty-three, has not found his soulmate. Each day, he is greeted by the persistent sight of red initials, serving as a reminder that his destined partner is still out there, perhaps patiently awaiting his arrival or diligently searching for their connection.

After his grandmother’s death a few months ago, he finally opened the letter she left behind.

My dearest Shin-boy,

By the time you read this, I will no longer be on Earth with you.

My kind-hearted boy, please go and search for your soulmate. Find them and do not waste any more time. I promise I will be at peace.

Love,

Your granny

It wasn’t that Shinsuke didn’t make an effort to find his soulmate. He firmly believed that their destined connection would eventually manifest, but he had limited time left with his grandmother and wanted to ensure she had the best life possible before he embarked on a lifelong journey with his soulmate. He trusted his soulmate would understand and empathize with the priority he placed on his grandmother’s well-being.

He cast a glance at his pinky, their initials glaring at him as if he kept them waiting for over sixteen years.

Shinsuke chuckled softly, speaking to himself, “I’m on my way, I’m on my way to you. Just hold on a little while longer.”

. .

As the gentle music played through the church, signaling the commencement of the wedding ceremony, Shinsuke turned his gaze. His cousin Tenkin, who shared a similar journey, had found his soulmate in his thirties, despite the challenges they faced along the way. And now, it was Shinsuke’s moment, his turn to find his soulmate.

Observing his cousin standing at the altar, eagerly awaiting his bride’s arrival, Shinsuke finally noticed the uncanny resemblance. Being born just weeks apart, with their fathers as brothers, it was clear why many considered them to be almost like twins, with Shinsuke being the elder of the two.

One by one, each bridesmaid walked down and stood in their position.

In the blink of an eye, the small smile on Shinsuke’s face vanished, replaced by a sudden jolt in his chest that felt like a punch to the heart. His right hand instinctively pressed against the racing heart, feeling its profound beats pulsating beneath his palm. Meanwhile, an aching sensation emanated from his left pinky, prompting him to turn his palm upward and witness the radiant glow of his soulmate’s initials.

He turned his head just in time to catch a glimpse of the final bridesmaid making her way down the aisle.

As the world around them faded into a blur, his focus narrowed solely on her. In that moment, she became everything he could see, the embodiment of his desires. She was undeniably the one – the soulmate. His soulmate.

. .

Y/n’s grip tightened on her left hand, attempting to shake off the persistent tingle that pulsated in her left pinky.

Her soulmate’s initial glowed and her heart has been racing nonstop at the mere thought of, they’re here, my soulmate is here amongst the crowd at Tenkin and Jessica’s wedding.

As she gracefully walked down the aisle, her heart started pounding, not from nervousness, but from a deep instinct that whispered her soulmate was seated among the pews, awaiting her arrival.

Maintaining her composure and pace as they had rehearsed, she reached a specific area, only to feel her heart racing and a tingling sensation coursing through her pinky beneath her pristine white gloves. From the corner of her eyes, she noticed a head turning, and her knees nearly buckled in response.

When she made it to the altar and stood beside the rest of the bridesmaids, her eyes immediately fell upon a pair that was looking directly at her.

There was no mistaking that he felt it as well, that he was her soulmate.

“You okay, Y/n?” Victoria, the other bridesmaid ask, noticing how quiet she was when they found their seating at the reception dinner.

Y/n looked up and quickly nodded and smiled, “yes, it’s been a long day and the wine isn’t helping – just making me tired.”

“That means you need to dance then!” Jessica grabbed her wrist, tugging her up from her seat and to the dance floor. “Dance off the tiredness, the night is still young!”

Despite having a glass of wine, Y/n remained sober, which was unusual for her since typically even a single glass was enough to make her feel slightly tipsy. As she swayed on the dance floor with the bridesmaids, her eyes meticulously scanned the crowd, yet she couldn’t catch a glimpse of those unique eyes or the silver hair that closely resembled Tenkin’s. It made her wonder if they were related.

Another thought crossed her mind, perhaps he left? She allowed herself a moment of relaxation, releasing the tension that had built up.

The music transitioned to a slow melody, and a flurry of couples hurried onto the dance floor to partake in a waltz.

Y/n glanced at the girls, ready to join them in leaving the dance floor, when she noticed their penetrating gaze fixed upon her. A slight frown formed on her face as she struggled to decipher their expressions. “What’s wrong?” she asked.

Jessica swiftly grasped Y/n’s wrists, twirling her around, causing her breath to hitch in surprise. It was then that she realized the man she had been looking for was standing behind her all along. “Shinsuke, this is Y/l/n Y/n,” Jessica hurriedly introduced, “Y/n, meet Tenkin’s cousin, Kita Shinsuke.”

Y/n swallowed the lump in her throat, no doubt that he was her soulmate. His name matched the initials that is throbbing on her finger. “Shinsuke, would you like to dance with her?” Jessica added, squeezing Y/n’s shoulders in excitement.

Y/n hastily attempted to mutter an excuse but Shinsuke confidently stepped forward, a gentle smile gracing his lips as he extended his left hand. “I would be delighted to dance with you, Y/n,” he said, his voice warm and inviting.

Y/n groaned as she could feel the girls quickly fixing her hair, and smoothing her dress. Jessica reaches to pull off her gloves, “you don’t need to wear these anymore.”

Y/n’s fists quickly clenched preventing her from taking them off. “No – my – my hands are cold.”

They frowned but nodded their head, not wasting a second longer. “Enjoy your dance!”

Y/n locked eyes with Shinsuke, letting out a shaky breath before placing her gloved left hand in his. Immediately, her heart raced faster than before and her hand zapped as if she was shocked by electricity.

Shinsuke’s hand closed around her small ones and gripped it tightly, pulling her closer and placing her hand on his shoulders. “Thank you, for sharing a dance with me,” he murmured,  he pulled her close, “is this okay?”

Y/n looked away, blushing profusely under his gaze. “Yes,” she murmured. She could not hear the music yet her body swayed with his lead. Her ears feel hot as it rang with how loud her heart was beating against her chest. His touch felt hot yet cool against hers and she yearned for more.

“Y/n.”

She hummed and looked up, catching his eyes, and noticing how they glowed at her.

“Do you feel it?” He whispered, his words resonating loud and clear as if they were meant only for her to hear.

She nodded her head, biting her lip, not trusting her voice at that moment.

A smile spread across his face, revealing a single dimple on his right cheek. “I feel it too,” he whispered, leaning in gradually until their foreheads gently touched. It was a simple yet intimate gesture between the two individuals who had just met but felt as though they had known each other for a lifetime.

To any onlooker, it would be evident that these two were soulmates. The intensity of their gaze and the effortless grace with which they waltz spoke volumes as if their souls have finally reunited in perfect harmony.

Once the music ended, her heart dropped slightly, her mind racing with what do we do now?

Shinsuke held onto her hand, a silent acknowledgment of the shared connection they both felt. “Will you come with me? Please?” he asked, his voice filled with earnestness.

Without a moment of hesitation, she nodded in agreement as he guide them away from the dance floor.

He guides them to an empty bench out on the garden terrace. He immediately shrugged off his suit jacket, placing it around her shoulders. “Please, have a seat.”

Y/n blushed under his gaze, God, he’s so handsome.

A gentle chuckle escaped Shinsuke’s lips as he gracefully lowered himself to one knee, causing her eyes to widen in surprise. He reached out for her gloved left hand, his thumb caressing her knuckles. “May I… remove it?” he asked, his voice filled with warmth and anticipation.

“Yes,” she whispered. A smile adorned his face, revealing both of his dimples and Y/n’s head tilt back as she lets out a groan, exclaiming, “you’re absolutely torturing me with your dimples.”

Shinsuke made a mental note of her weakness against his dimples, etching it into his memory. With a swift motion, he gently removed her glove and turned her palm upward, his gaze fixated on the initials engraved on her pinky.

His initials.

KS

Swallowing the lump in his throat, he locked eyes with her before glancing down at her soulmate mark. His thumb tenderly brushed over it, and this time, instead of tingling or jolts, a sense of calmness, warmth, and peace washed over him. Shinsuke’s breath trembled as he lift his left pinky, revealing his own soulmate mark – the initials that belong to her.

Y/n blinked, fighting back the tears that welled up in her eyes. She reached out and tenderly touched his mark, a bittersweet smile forming on her lips. “It took us sixteen years, but we finally found each other,” she whispered, her voice filled with emotions. “I shouldn’t complain,” she murmured, holding his hand, “some people wait an eternity to meet their soulmate. Sixteen years may have felt long, but what truly matters is that we found each other.” With determination in her eyes, she raised her pinky, a symbolic gesture. “I don’t want to waste any more time,” she declared, her words filled with a sense of urgency and desire to embrace their newfound connection.

“Me too,” Shinsuke whispered, linking his pinky with hers.

. .

The ring on Y/n’s finger shimmered, catching the light with a radiant sparkle. Just a few weeks after their fateful encounter, Y/n and Shinsuke exchanged vows in a small and intimate wedding ceremony. It was customary for soulmates to marry soon after finding each other, and both Shinsuke and Y/n were eager to seize the opportunity and avoid any further separation. Time was too precious to waste.

Stepping out of the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around his waist, Shinsuke’s eyes widened as the dimly lit bedroom was suddenly brightened, illuminated by the flickering candles on the cake being carried by Y/n. After a tiring day out in the field, he indulged in a long shower, craving the comfort of his home and spending the rest of his day with his wife.  

“Happy birthday Shinsuke!”

He couldn’t remember the last time he celebrated his birthday with a cake and candles.

“Make a wish, Shin,” Y/n whispered, eyes gleaming with love.

He closed his eyes for a moment before opening them and blowing out the candles. Shinsuke takes the cake out of her hands and set it on their dresser before approaching her.

Y/n gazed into his eyes and immediately recognized the familiar look within them. Y/n discovered that Shinsuke wasn’t as sociable as Tenkin, but he spoke through his silence, specifically through his eyes.

As he was at the moment.

She lets out a hesitant laugh, knowing what is about to come with those dark and dilated eyes. They are illuminated with passion and love. Love just for her. Y/n backed up until her back was pressed against the wall and Shinsuke reached out to grasp her hips, pressing himself against her. “Shin…” she half moaned and gasped when his towel dropped from his waist, allowing her to feel his erect bulge pressing against her.

His fingers slowly began bunching up her nightgown from below the waist. “Y/n,” he whispered hoarsely into her ear, his voice barely audible, “I’ve made a wish…”

Y/n feels his fingers rubbing between her legs, she can feel his smile against her cheek as he discovers she wore no panties underneath. It has become futile wearing panties when he was just going to throw them at the end of the bed. “Y – yes and…”

“And are you going to make my wish come true?”

“If I can…”

“Oh, I know you can…” Shinsuke hooked an arm underneath one knee, hiking her leg around his hip. He rubs his cock along her pussy and she can feel his precum smearing along her slit. “Will you let me make love to you without a condom?”

Y/n trails her hands up and along his muscular tanned arms until she can cup his face, pulling his head down for a kiss. “It’s your birthday, my body, heart, and soul is yours, do as your please.”

With her permission, Shinsuke thrust inside her, feeling the complete rawness of skin-to-skin contact. “Fuck, you’re so tight… how are you so tight when we make love practically every night?”

Y/n kissed him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and lifting herself to wrap both her legs around his waist. Shinsuke easily held her, slowly creating a pace and savoring the euphoric bliss. “Can we throw away the condoms? I don’t think I can… go back to using them.”

“Do you want to make a baby, Shin?” Y/n rolled her hips, meeting his thrusts. “We will make a baby at the rate we are going if we don’t use condoms anymore.” She runs her finger through his hair, “you can’t get enough of me just as I can’t get enough of you…”

His breath is heavy as he contemplates her question, “I wanna have more time with you before we have kids,” he whispered against her lips, “we have only just found each other and we still have time before we start making babies.”

Y/n hummed, agreeing. “Babies?”

Shinsuke shifted her against the wall and began to fasten his thrusts. “Of course… babies… as many babies.”

Their bedroom began resonating with their moans and the sound of skin on skin.

“Shin,” Y/n moaned, “I’m – I’m ovulating – it may not be the best time to cum inside of me.” His hips only seemed to increase with deeper and harder penetration. “Shin… Shin – oh… I’m so…”

His grip on her thighs tighten as he came inside of her, and the thoughts of Y/n ovulating and him cumming inside of her fertile womb tipped him over the edge. Forget his words moments ago about waiting on making babies. “Let’s make a baby now…”

Y/n’s laugh echoed throughout their room as she unwrapped her legs from around his waist, Shinsuke assisted by gently helping her back on her feet. “There’s a high chance we just made one now.” She leaned herself onto the tip of her toes to press her lips against his, for a soft kiss. “But I would love to make a baby with you.”

“Babies,” he corrected, pecking her lips and walking backward, and pulling her along as they both fall onto their bed. “I want babies with you.”

. . .

E/n: I swear, he's just the sweetest man in my head. Now back to editing my other works... or creating new stuff...

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