#bc i usually take a while to warm up to characters

[youwerethedefeated]

If you see me smiling giddily at nothing there's a 90% chance I'm thinking about Kageyama Tobio

[oatmealwrites]

JJK Valentine's Date! <3

[NSFW] How your Feb. 14th goes!

non-curse au bc i like being happy :)

regular masterlist | jjk masterlist

Tags: nanami a sweetheart, oral (m+f receiving), creampies, p in v, BREEDING KINK [im sorry], fluffy Suguru, bath sex, exhibition gojo if u squint, dressing room sex, mirror sex, bend over furniture, mating press, riding, public nudity?, semi-public sex, strap on sex, varying levels of relationship [dating, fiancé, married], MDNI, 18+

Characters: Nanami Kento, Fushiguro Toji, Kamo Choso, Geto Suguru, Gojo Satoru, Higuruma Hiromi, Ryomen Sukuna, Shoko Ieiri

don't look at the post date, IK it's past the 14th

word count: 5.9k [IM SORRY]

NOT PROOFREAD [im tired]

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Nanami Kento:

Being the proper gentleman Kento is, he had already planned your Valentine’s Day date weeks in advance. He booked a reservation at your favorite restaurant, ensured the table had a window view so you could people watch, and had purchased a variety of your flowers to greet you with a beautiful bouquet. A brand new 3-wick candle of your preferred scent was also placed in your shared bedroom and bathroom, and all the usual housework had already been taken care of to ensure you both could relax this evening. 

Dinner itself went by smoothly; the two of you enjoying a few drinks, and when you stumble through the front door of your shared apartment in a tipsy haze, you can’t keep your hands to yourselves. 

Warm palms knead the flesh of your ass while your fingers tug at the blonde strands of hair on the back of his head; your lips in a messy french as his tongue takes its time to re-memorize the layout of your mouth. Shuffled feet attempt to wander into the bedroom without breaking the connection and the way his erection desperately grinds into your abdomen fills your mind with static. 

By the time he guides your thighs to meet the edge of the bed, you tear your lips from his and chuckle when he takes a second to chase after them. A slight whine in his throat and concern in his eyes. Was he expecting too much? Had he misread the situation, and you simply wanted a more peaceful evening? What if–

“Kento~” Your words snap him from his trance and he eagerly waits for you to continue. “I wanna give you your gift.”

Your voice is a siren’s call he could listen to all day long, and in a haze he follows your direction to strip and lay flat on the bed. His conscience comes back when you tug at the final knot of the soft red rope fastening his other wrist to the headboard. Both arms are rendered motionless and Kento can only watch as you shimmy your dinner dress to the floor and crawl up to him wearing a new lacey lingerie set in the same shade of crimson as the ropes on his body. 

His mouth is open with labored breaths as you plant a variety of kisses all over his body and leave a possessive mark in a variety of locations only you will ever see. Your lips trace down his pecs, then kiss down his navel until you finally give attention to his throbbing erection.

Veins litter his shaft while pre cum drips profusely from his flushed cockhead; Kento desperately watching and waiting for you to give it some much needed attention. And like the good girlfriend you are, you do.

A long lick across the slit allows you to savor the salty and light taste of his arousal while his head is thrown back in pleasure. Acrylic nails (that he paid for) trace the veins as you guide his pretty cock between your glossed lips and inch him inside further and further. 

Heavy balls ache as you jerk off the length you can’t fully take and your tongue rubs flat against his frenulum. He feels like his skin is on fire and your name leaves his mouth like a prayer– and while he would love to guide your head and push your pretty hair out of your face, he can’t. And it only turns him on even more.

Instead, he tilts his head up with any remaining strength and flexes his thighs in a pathetic attempt to jerk off further into your mouth as hot ropes of cum shoot down your throat.

“Mmm f-fuck! Cumming…. Oh i’m fucking cumming…”

You lick up each drop of cum that falls from your lips and spills back onto his shaft as Kento breathes heavily above you in an attempt to come back to reality. Whining slightly at the overstimulation, you climb back up and grant him a kiss which he eagerly returns, humming as he tastes himself on your tongue. 

He tugs slightly at the ropes. “Please, angel. Let me make you feel good too.”

You agree, and as soon as the knot is loosened, he’s pawing the ropes off and tumbling onto you to show you just how grateful he is for your sweet gift. 

The evening continues with several more orgasms between the both of you, and enough of his cum fucked so deep into your cunt, you’re wondering if a morning after pill could save you this time. But there’s another gift Kento is eagerly awaiting to give you, a little velvet box tucked away in his mundane sock drawer.

He knows it would be too cliche to ask you if you could be his forever on Valentine’s Day… so he resigns that he’ll have to wait just a little bit longer to pop the question. Your planned vacation to Malaysia in a few weeks seems ideal. ;) 

Fushiguro Toji:

Toji never had much money on hand to splurge on all the nice things you would look at whenever you two went out; his own gambling addiction eating too much into any disposable income, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t romantic at times.

After his wife died, he figured romance was permanently out of the picture for a guy like him, settling on one night stands and casual flings…until he met you. And despite his egotistical and brooding demeanor, he has a soft spot for you– and an impeccable memory, which is why he had actually planned out this stupid holiday a few weeks in advance.

Despite him having no interest in a Hallmark holiday, he knew you liked the extra attention from time to time and figured it would be worth it to see you happy. This has led to him actually finding a sitter for Megumi and stashing enough cash to order you takeout from your favorite places while a movie plays on your tv at home. 

The two of you eat, drink, and watch the movie cuddled on the couch until Toji figures it’s time for his favorite meal. Legs thrown up over his shoulders as your thighs threaten to squish his head, he keeps his long fingers thrusting up inside you as his tongue laps and sucks at your puffy clit. 

“Coooome on, that’s it… you can do it doll. One more f’me”

His voice is deep and the vibration spurs you to cum on his face again– the total number of times now unknown to you. Toji already kept you perched on the counter when you went to get a glass of water, eating you out as if he were starving. Then, he splayed you out on the rug by the fireplace and beneath the TV, keeping you squirming as his tongue fucked into your weeping cunt with such force it made you see stars. Of course you had to ride his face promptly after– your pussy was apparently ‘telling him she wanted it’.

The cute frilly red lingerie you had purchased for the evening sits in torn pieces on the floor as Toji manhandles you up and around the back of the couch. Bending you over the frame; your face and chest smush against the back cushions as he drags his swollen tips up and down the lips of your pussy. 

Stretching past the first few muscles of resistance, Toji sighs when he bottoms out and smacks his heavy balls into the flesh of your ass with a soft ‘plap!’. Mind numb already, he chuckles watching the way you drool pathetically onto the fabric as he molds your cunt to the shape of his dick. 

Toji ensures to gloat about the way only he can fuck his smart girl so dumb in only a matter of seconds with his cock as the tip ruts against your cervix. 

He hadn’t planned on fucking you so filthy this evening; hand on his chest he was going to do ‘love making’ the old fashioned way with missionary and slow strokes. Yea, well fuck that. 

Toji already shows his love to you other ways– beating up deadbeat losers who try hitting on you, always doing the manual labor you can’t quite figure out [who knows what a spark plug is anyways], and never letting you sleep in an empty bed even if it means he’s coming home late in the night from his shitty job.

This moment, fucking you so filthy despite the way you seemed to have warmed up his heart into a softer mush, is his favorite thing. He’s not sure he’s out for marriage again– titles are now something he doesn’t often use because of his first wife. But that doesn’t mean he sees you as something different– you’re his girl. The first thing he sees in the morning and the last thing he sees at night, and he intends to keep it that way until one of you croaks and then he can keep doing it in the afterlife. 

“Come on doll– you can take a bit more, right?”

He doesn’t need to have a big ceremony or commotion to prove the way he loves you– though he’s been considering giving you a ring to wear to make other guys fuck off from the way they stare so shamefully. It’s also why he doesn’t feel the need to have a special title when he heaves up your upper body from its limp position to squish into his chest; his lips nibbling your ear. “if your– nghh.. pussy keeps sucking me in like that… you’re gonna aahh … make Megumi a big brother.”

Kamo Choso:

Choso wasn’t particularly well versed in the semantics of romantic holidays, so when Yuji highlighted the importance of Valentine’s Day, he made sure to let you know he really cared about you. At least that was the plan, instead, his appointment ran much later than he had hoped. An appointment which he didn’t go into much detail about when he told you he was behind schedule for the evening. 

You don’t mind though, already putting the beautiful flowers he gave you into a pretty vase in the kitchen, and munching on the chocolate and wine he left out while you watch a cheesy romcom. It’s nearly 7:30pm when Choso comes to sit on the couch and melts into you, a slight whine as you take out his elastics and stroke his hair calmingly. 

This day was supposed to be spent spoiling and showing off his beautiful girlfriend– instead he had missed your 6pm dinner reservation leaving the large man sulking like a child. Loving the way you stroke his hair to calm his self-depreciative thoughts, Choso presses fervent kisses to the pulse point on your neck, addicted to hearing the beat of your blood flow. 

“Mmm, we don’t have to do anything Cho… we can just stay in and chill for the night.”

He groans slightly and moves his lips to work down to the collar of your now pajama top [aka his old band t shirt].

But the man is determined to make up for the lost time and within seconds he’s scooped you up and over his shoulder while making a beeline for the bedroom. A people-pleaser to his own demise, Choso refuses to let you feel anything but pleasure, especially today. 

New purple lingerie that adorns your body for the holiday has his heart and cock gushing as he admires the color of the fabric against your skin. He’s careful to strip you of it, his impatience at bay to preserve the garment to ensure you could keep wearing it for him in the future. 

It’s when Choso tugs off his hoodie and t shirt that you raise an eyebrow at what seems like plastic wrap covering his bicep– though he doesn’t let you stare too long. He pushes your back plush against the bed while he kneels on the floor and finds his second home between your thighs. Choso knows every detail of what you like when it comes to oral and ensures to rut the metallic ball of his tongue piercing against your clit, slip a third finger inside when your hips start twitching, and to overstimulate just enough that your brain goes a little fuzzy. 

Coming down from your orgasm, he doesn’t give you a chance to admire his body for too long– flipping you over into a doggy position and sinking each inch of his cock deep into your cunt as drool escapes your lips and stains the sheets beneath. Each thrust of his hips is hypnotic and despite the fact that you can nearly feel him in your lungs, Choso is a panting and moaning mess from behind you. 

“Ahhh… f-fuck baby… this pretty pussy’s gonna…gonna make me cum–”

The smack of your ass against his pelvis is drowned out by his whimpers as hot ropes of cum leak from his cockhead as it grinds against the entrance of your cervix. It’s unbelievably hot, and you can’t fight the whimpers when he slowly pulls out with an airy sigh.

Choso is almost quick enough to reposition to continue pleasuring you until you cum again, until you catch his wrist and tug his arm down. The ceran wrap that covers his arm seems to be for nothing until you catch a glimpse at the back of his bicep with a gasp.

“Ha… surprise?” He mumbles sheepishly as you blink at the ink of fresh tattoo adorning his already decorated body. 

It’s a simple lettering font of your name in your handwriting with a variety of small hearts and flower drawings surrounding it. 

“When did you…?” 

“I took the card you gave me for my birthday as the stencil and got it done today…” he stares at your face with a worried expression, scared that maybe he was moving too fast. “...do you like it?”

You’re completely speechless at the act and lightly release the grasp on his arm. “I love it Cho…”

Relief floods his veins before peppering your skin with gentle kisses and laying you back down to continue his adoration of your body so prettily splayed out for him. Lips trace down your collar bone and continue down further and further until he parts slightly at your navel. 

“Thank God… I was going to get our initials, but Yuji said I should wait a bit for that one..”

You tug on the hair that falls freely down and trace his jaw with a smile. “Mmm, I’d want to go with you when you get that done.”

Geto Suguru:

Valentine’s Day falling on a Friday this year meant you and your boyfriend were still required to go into work and come back home completely drained. While Suguru certainly had a flair for the dramatics, a habit considering his life long friendship with a certain white haired man, he also loved small moments of simple domesticity with you at his side.

The two of you already decided that you would celebrate the holiday on Saturday, so you both could properly sleep in and be energized enough to enjoy the activities planned. Despite that agreement, Suguru couldn’t help but do a few extra acts of love this Friday evening anyways– a soft spot in his heart reserved for you.

That has led to the current situation as you both sit in a drawn bath, with your favorite candles on the countertops with a fresh bottle of wine opened and pouring into two glasses. The moment is quiet and vulnerable, taking time to speak about your days while the other listens in content silence and simply enjoys the presence of this. 

Suguru works deft fingers to massage the tired muscles of your shoulders and works his way down your arms until he pulls your left hand from the water and runs a thumb over the knuckles. A large engagement ring sitting perfectly on your ring finger, a promise he had made months prior for a future he can’t wait to experience. 

The image of you, his fiance and soon to be wife, causes a stir in his core and pressing his lips along the flesh of your nape, a forming erection grinds into where your ass is seated so nicely in his lap. 

“Mm? Something making you feel a certain away, Sugu?”

He chuckles and kisses down to your shoulder, “You always do angel.”

Calloused hands trail your back and then reach to the edge of the bathtub for the small plastic remote of the jets; in a simple motion he clicks on the setting for a light pressure. Before you can turn in his lap, Suguru pivots in the water to tilt your cunt perfectly against the warm streaming water and kneads your plush tits as your head tilts back at the sensation. 

“Ahhh… s-shit… feels good– Sugu”

He continues kissing along the side of your neck and brings a large hand beneath the water to outline the lips of your pussy before slowly pushing a finger inside. The entire sensation has your back arching into his chest further as one hand pinches your nipple, another has fingers stuffed in your cunt, and the water jets serve a makeshift vibrator against your clit. 

Suguru fares not better from behind you as a full erection now presses into the small of your back while his grip on your breast tightens; before you can cum, he manhandles your body to the side of the tub and tugs you to stand on your knees just above the water level. Normally you would whine at the orgasm denial, but Suguru doesn’t have the patience to tease as he glides his cock up and down your folds once before slipping inside. 

No matter how many times you have sex, his size always leaves you breathless and your tightness always makes his hips stutter. Water sloshing out of the tub as your hands are placed on top of the wall and Suguru fucks you from behind, the glimmer of the pretty ring on your hand makes his resolve weak.

The two of you don’t stop until the water heater is empty and the only thing that drips from the faucet to refill the half empty tub is too cold for your liking. Despite that, the bathroom mirrors remain fogged as you two bend and fold into a variety of positions until you’re primarily dripping in his cum rather than sudsy bath water. 

And maybe it’s the possessive title of fiance that makes Suguru so riled up, but watching his seed drip from your cunt so wastefully has him scooping it from your thigh and pushing it back inside. You’ve already upgraded him from boyfriend to fiance; now he’s hoping you could promote him from husband to father in the future. 

Gojo Satoru:

The dinner Satoru reserved was at a new restaurant that neither of you had been to– but the photos online indicated it was definitely fancier than most places you eat at. While usually you would go to the mall with your friends to scour for a new dress, your boyfriend had gotten off work and insisted on taking you himself.

It’s his credit card anyways, so he might as well be the person to swipe it at the checkout. 

Dress shopping starts off tame; going through a variety of clothing racks, asking the sales assistance for sizes available, and letting your attentive man hold a mountain of fabric and hangers as he follows you to the fitting room. And to be fair, he was on his best behavior for the first few dresses.

He’d carefully inspect each article on your behalf. The back strapless one seemed to wrinkle too easily, the straps on the pale pink dress dug into your shoulders too much, and the frilly gold maxi dress was just a few inches too long for you.

Now after maybe 30 minutes of being respectful Satoru grew impatient and each dress you stepped out in was seemingly fine to wear to the date despite your claims to try on just a few more. It was a mixture of frustration and pride– Satoru had hit the jackpot when it came to lovers and his ego would rise every time other customers were checking you out but he couldn’t help the desire to just go home already. Because at the end of the day it didn’t matter what you chose, it would end up on the floor of your shared apartment anyways. 

“Satoru– you aren’t even looking anymore.” you complain before stepping back into the fitting room and sliding the curtain shut.

Ok, that was his last straw.

Not even bothering to check if any wandering eyes were watching, Satoru stands up and drops the mess of hangers and fabric onto his seat and enters your little stall. The whole action happens within a fraction of a second– one moment you’re adjusting the strap of a stain dress minidress and the next you’re being stripped down and onto the lap of your boyfriend.

“Not looking? Baby you know I can never take my eyes off you”

Hes sitting on the floor and kneading the flesh of your tits before spining you around to have your back against his chest and your front facing the mirror. 

“What are you–”

“Now it’s your turn to watch yourself.”

You’re convinced the entire store can hear the lewd sounds coming from behind the thin curtain of the stall, but Satoru behind you doesn’t seem to care at all. The squelch of your pussy around his cock is enough to make your cheeks flush, but the sight of his dick pistoning up into your cunt is the most erotic thing you’ve ever seen.

Forget porn, watching it happen live and searing into your memory is the only thing you’ll be using to get off from now on. Satoru fares no better above you; enjoying the image in the mirror as a sight he can never tire of. 

“God, you love this don’t you… nghh ahh… love seeing my cock fuck into you huh?”

No coherent words can form on your tongue as his tip kisses into your cervix with a mind-numbing force as his hips snap into you over and over again. Your head falls backward onto his shoulder in a haze, squeezing your eyes shut when a deft finger leaves your waist to rub mean circles into clit and push you to your orgasm.

Satoru knows that everyone in the fitting area has the best jerking material known to man now– the sight of you in slutty dresses and now the sound of you getting utterly fucked out beat any porno. He would usually be a little jealous of that thought, but watching the cream ring form around the base of his cock as he continues to fuck up into you makes him think a ring on your finger might be an ever better sight. 

Higuruma Hiromi:

Hiromi already told you about his work schedule adjustment this morning– being called into the firm to work overtime on another case that left him feeling drained beyond belief. You knew he didn’t want to go; in the morning you were the one who had to usher him from the bed and remind him he couldn’t afford to be late again, so you sent him off with a kiss and promised to see him later.

Now you didn’t exactly say when later ;)

That leaves you here, in front of the law firm in a long trench coat at 8pm as a steady rain pours down on the couples rushing to their evening dinner plans. The drowsy receptionist knows you already and offers a soft ‘Good evening, Mrs. Higuruma’ as you walk through the lobby with a gift bag in tow. 

You get off the elevator at his office floor as your heels click softly against the tiles until you reach his door– the rest of the office still has quite a few people working despite the holiday.

Hiromi murmurs something behind his door but doesn’t open it, only looking from his desk when you click the door shut and pur his name.

“Hm, dear? What are you doing at the firm?”

You place the pink bag on the desk and offer a cute smile in front of his desk while tired eyes open wide in shock at your arrival still.

“Your gift Hiromi~, open it up.”

Still confused, he sits up while you saunter around the desk and kneel before his knees and duck under his arms to sit with your face right in front of his pelvis.

“D-Dear?”

“–Open the gift honey.”

Hiromi’s Adam’s apple bobs with a thick swallow as you palm him through his slacks before slipping his semi out from the fly and tugging the waistband of his briefs down. He exhales shakily as you work his cock up to a full erection and crumbles the tissue paper in his hand when he sees a skimpy lingerie set sitting neatly folded in the bag.

“Oh f-fuck..” 

You’re not sure if it’s a moan from the gift or from the way you lick along his frenulum and massage his balls lightly. 

“It’s the set I would’ve worn…”

And in that moment, you tug the strap of the trench coat and shuffle it off, revealing your bare body kneeling before him; Hiromi wonders what he must’ve done in his previous life to be married to such an amazing woman.

He drops the set back into the bag and guides you to your feet before spinning you around and placing your hands on the wooden desk and pushing your spine into a pretty arch; ass out. Hiromi knows this is not professional, but the fact it’s Friday, and Valentine’s Day, and you, make him throw out any rationality as he sinks his cock into your cunt.

The pace is brutal, leaving you digging your acrylic nails into the wooden furniture in an attempt to steady your balance from the way your husband fucks into you from behind. While moans escape your lips as his heavy balls smack into your clit with each thrust, Hiromi can’t help but feel slightly overwhelmed with emotions.

He’s beyond grateful for your ‘gift’ and stress relief, but another part of him is worried with slight envy at the thought that other men could’ve seen you so vulnerable. Wearing nothing under that coat?! What if there was a strong breeze? Or you tripped? Or the buckle keeping it shut came undone?

The glint of the golden ring on your hand brinds his attention to matching one he adorns– a memory of your vows and promises to forever. But other men might not respect that.

Sure in the eyes of the law Hiromi was all yours, but the world was crueler than that. And the way your cunt sucks his cock back inside, attempting to milk him dry, causes him to bend down with his chest to your back and slide his hands from your hips to right below your navel.

No, he needs much more than a ring; he needs you to carry his child to really solidify that you were all his. 

Ryomen Sukuna:

[jin and kaori had yuji as teenage pregnancy for this to make sense age wise -> yuji is like in middle school and y'all like 29-33]

‘Jin has used up the last of his owed favors’ is the only thought running through Sukuna’s mind as he listens the way Yuji begs you to let him invite his friends over. It’s not like Sukuna went out of his way to plan a super elaborate Valentine’s Day, but his plans for a casual dinner, walk in the park, and about 4 hours of fucking couldn’t happen if you were both stuck babysitting his stupid nephew. And where tf was Choso?! He couldn’t come back from college to watch his little brother?

Ok, Sukuna has a small soft spot for the kid, but when trying to lay pipe with his girlfriend, Yuji is nothing but a nuisance. 

“I guess that’s alright if they come over, right Sukuna?” You ask, while looking over at your sulking boyfriend who stands in the kitchen with firm scowl.

He rolls his eyes and mumbles a ‘whatever’, not bothering to smile when Yuji jumps up and down and runs to call Nobara and Megumi. You walk over and run a hand through Sukuna’s hair and giggle when he leans into the touch with a low hum similar to a moody house cat. 

“What are you laughing at, woman?”

“You”

“Tch.”

You know Sukuna acts all tough but loves the doting affection regardless, pulling you back in closer when your hand threatens to leave its spot scratching the hair at the back of his neck. 

The evening isn’t how you expected your Valentine’s Day to go, but it was fun nonetheless. You and Sukuna help Yuji make Valentine’s for his homeroom class with his friends as a sappy romcom plays in the background. The 5 of you order takeout, with Sukuna and yourself excusing yourselves when the kids move to play Super Mario party, surrounded by conversation hearts and chocolates. 

“Fucking finally” Sukuna grumbles as his lips latch onto yours and his kicks the door shut behind him. 

He wastes no time in stripping you down and pushing you to the edge of the guest bed before kneeling before your thighs and splaying you open. Chocolate and candy were nothing compared to the sugary taste of your cunt, and no matter how many times Sukuna complains he doesn’t have a sweet tooth– he always eats you out as if it were his favorite meal.

Long thick fingers know every spot that makes your hips twitch and his hot tongue ruts against your puffy clit just the way you like it. The way moans escape your lips are enough indication that you’re enjoying the moment, and Sukuna is too, but he can’t help but feel a little bad he couldn’t give you something more for the holiday. 

He wastes no time when your orgasm washes over you to push you further onto the bed and fold you into a mean mating press. No matter how many times you take him, the length and thickness of your boyfriend’s cock is enough to make you dig crescent shaped indentations on his shoulder blades. 

“God, feels like…haaa you wanna fucking ngh milk me dry”

The pubes at his base tickle your clit with enough pressure to make you moan his name with your head pushed back into the pillow; Sukuna has to bite down on the side of your neck to avoid his stupid nephew from hearing the way he was about to make him a cousin. 

You bring your hands to his hair and mewl as his tip grinds into your cervix with a mean pressure. “Ah m’sorry Sukuna– ahhh couldn’t g-give you a better Valentine’s Day..”

He assumes it’s the cock drunk brain of yours talking; Sukuna is certain there’s nothing else he would want to do for the day anyways. But reciprocating your wish for a better evening, he pushes the feeling away and tugs your hips up to angle just a bit deeper. 

Sure, he could’ve been out on a lovely date with you tonight while Jin or Choso watched the brat… but a better idea crosses his mind. Reciprocation; a taste of their own medicine.

“It’s fine, angel..” He rocks his hips against yours and sucks his thumb before bringing it to rub against your clit. “I’ll give you a niiiice load… n’you can give me a baby.”

Shoko Ieiri:

Ieiri is prepared for this holiday– nothing was getting in her way from delivering a memorable day to her girlfriend. She called off work 2 weeks in advance, booked a reservation for the restaurant in December, and even kept a wishlist of all the little items you would look at in stores but never buy. 

The perfume from Sephora that was a little too expensive? Purchased. The cute little pastries from the bakery you turned down because this was ‘the year you finally commit to your gym grind’? Yep, they are sitting on the kitchen table wrapped up with a bow. 

Ieiri made sure every ‘t’ was crossed and every ‘i’ was dotted. 

And you had planned a few things as well– a couple’s pottery class in the evening and a cute wine bar to go to after the dinner reservation she made. By the time the day wraps up, you plop onto your shared sofa with a tired sigh as your feet ache from the heels.

You’re certain you could fall asleep at this moment, but the sound of Ieiri opening the bedroom door and sauntering into the room pulls you from your drowsy state. Dressed down in purple lace lingerie, she gives you a smirk and drags her hands down the plush tops of her breasts before tracing down to the straps around her waist you didn’t notice before. A strap-on.

There’s no plastic dildo hooked to it yet, but her smirk is all you need to know that there will be one very soon. Ieiri doesn’t even have to call you over with her hand; your tired feet feel brand new as you hop up and tug her into the bedroom as laughs escape her lips from your eagerness.

And well, how could you not?!

She strips you from the dress, careful not to rip it since she knows it’s your favorite, and kisses along your neck before you push her back onto the plush comforter. Reaching around her soft skin, you unclasp the metal hooks of her bra and immediately lath your lips to a perky nipple.

The sound of your name escaping her mouth is your favorite song as you lick the perky bud before switching to the other breast to give it equal attention– best not to make it feel left out.

And once you’ve sucked enough hickies on her chest to your satisfaction, Ieiri guides you to your hands and knees while she stands to rummage in the nightstand for the familiar silicon dildo. 

It takes a few tries to clasp it firmly into place, and when it’s finally stable, you can’t help the long moan that escapes your lips as she slowly sinks in.

“F-Fuck… Ieiri–”

“–I know, I know baby… you can take it though.. Be a good girl, yea?”

She coos in your ear before kneeling upright and tugging your hips back to a steady ‘plap!’ plap!’ ‘plap!’ rhythm. Your cunt clenches around the mold as she reaches forward to give a small squeeze to your tits before grabbing the other toy she pulled from the drawer– a vibrator. 

And as soon as the vibration is pushed against your puffy clit, a string of moans rip from your throat as you arch your back to further the sensation against her. No matter how many times you and Ieiri fuck, she always ensures that your legs will be absolutely jelly the next day… that way she can nurse you back to health obviously. 

“G-gonna cum… ahhh please! Please let me…”

And like the amazing girlfriend she is, Ieiri doesn’t change anything. She keeps the vibrator against your clit, the tempo of her hips reamains the same, and even the angle of the dick into your cunt stays perfectly constant as you cum, hard. 

Those brief moments of afterglow are amazing but short lived, because you both knew that this evening wouldn’t end until maybe round 6? 7? Neither of you have work in the morning… so maybe it’ll be an even 8?

hehe i know im late but whoopsiessss

I've had this in progress for like 2 weeks and kept pushing it off but now its doneee

also i promise my chapters for the long fics are coming~~

[its so hard to write these bc i almost make them into their own one shots every time]

likes/comments/reblogs appreicaited

LUV U POOKIES

-oatmeal

[toorusluvr]

... 𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐆𝐎𝐓 𝐈𝐓 𝐁𝐀𝐃 𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪

characters: sylus (love and deepspace) x f!reader

content warnings: vaginal penetration sex + p in v + cowgirl position + mirror sex + sylus being cocky and sarcastic + kneeling sex + missionary sex + unprotected sex + not proofread lol i'm sorry this was written on a whim

notes from nis: my first ever sylus smut lol he has been on my mind ever since the first day he was announced! he has no business being this hot! anyway, if you're also a haikyuu fan pls check out my series featuring iwaizumi hajime ehe. as usual, your likes, reblogs, and comments are very much appreciated! <333 listen to around me - metro boomin ft. don toliver while reading! (only bcs i listened to it on repeat while writing this it's my new fav song atm!!)

sylus who got really interested and was in awe the entire time you were riding him. sylus sees himself as someone who would rather take the initiative in everything that he does, especially sex. after all, he always carries this dominating aura to wherever he goes. but he's not dumb enough to turn down his sweet little girlfriend's intriguing offer to be on top. you wanna show him? go ahead, sweetie. he's your audience and he wants you to entertain him. stun him, make him praise you.

what got sylus going was how enthusiastic you looked when you were on top of him, riding him to the extent your legs were sore enough to walk the moment after. sylus's cock was big and thick. it was no picnic to be on top, taking all of him while trying to work on your hips back and forth, grinding on his cock. you whimpered and moaned endlessly. from grinding to bouncing on his cock but he never once interrupted your hard work.

"mm, sylus, please. need you," you whined, hips stuttering to continue fucking yourself dumb on his cock. it's been almost half an hour but your orgasm was so close yet so far. sylus knew you were starting to get desperate to come, to chase that high you were desperate for. but, he needed you to last longer so you know he won't be giving in to you easily.

sylus's laugh was deep and warm, like the gentle roll of thunder. his eyes crinkled and his shoulders shook as his chuckles filled the room. "sweetie, you know the drills when you got on top of me. why don't you be a good girl and finish what you started, hm?" his hand then smacked your bottom as a sign of disapproval. seemed like sylus wasn't too happy when you were whining to him.

you threw your head back, groaning in frustration. this man wouldn't let you give up easily. said that you must persevere no matter what the occasions are. you must rise and be the strongest. but not like this! not when you were vulnerable, aching and desperate for him to take control.

both your hands were now planted on his sculpted chest. his chest glistened with sweat, a bit slippery for you to hold. you then moved closer, your tits pressed against his chest. your arms circled around his broad shoulders. sylus shifted uncomfortably beneath you as he felt your hardened nipples brushed against his sensitive chest. fuck.

again, you rocked your hips, slowly grinding on his cock filling you up so good. all warm and thick inside of you. there was a large full-length mirror next to his bed. from ceiling to floor kind of mirror. he installed it long time ago but you never knew what purpose does it serve. maybe now it finally clicked in your mind.

you've always enjoyed seeing yourself in the mirror or any other reflective surface. maybe this moment needed you to focus on yourself instead of the man underneath you. slowly, you got up. your attention was no longer on sylus but the mirror next to the bed. sylus then shifted his gaze towards the mirror too. now, both of you were staring into each other's eyes through the reflection.

your naked bodies exposed, displaying your most intimate time together. slowly, you rocked your hips, trying to find your rhythm. the tip of his cock nudging your sensitive spot with each thrust. your soft yet heavy pants coming from you filled sylus's room. the man didn't even bat an eye at your noises. his hands then moved to your waist, keeping your hips steady.

since sylus won't take control, you decided to take the matter into your own hands. you know too well he'd end up a whining mess if you started bouncing on his cock. since he was too smug to help you, you planted both your hands on his lower abdomen. your hips moved sensually, grinding on him slowly before you got on your knees and moved up and down his cock. sylus let out a staggered breath once he felt your cunt clenched tightly around his aroused cock.

his larger hands had a firm grip on your waist. he didn't even have to guide your hips now that you did it all by yourself. you alternate between grinding and bouncing up and down his cock. sylus let out soft grunts when your hips started moving faster, just fucking yourself with his cock. what pissed him off was that your attention wasn't even on him but the stupid mirror.

you looked at your drop dead gorgeous reflection in the mirror, bouncing up and down his cock. your tits jiggled with each bounce. you whimpered pathetically at the way his cock nudged your most sensitive spot. "fuck me," you muttered under your breath.

sylus's eyebrows knitted as he grumbled, "you're already doing that, sweetie. using my cock like a sex toy, huh?"

still, you weren't looking at him. he got frustrated so he flipped both of you over. he had the upper hand and he used it to his advantage. he couldn't stand not looking at you in the eyes. to not have your attention on him is fatal to him. sylus needs those beautiful pair of eyes to be on him at all times.

you squealed the moment he used his force to flip you guys over. your back pressed against his bed, his height towered over you. "what's so interesting about that mirror, hm? i need your eyes on me, kitten," he spoke in between sharp intakes of breath, each exhalation coming out raggedly.

sylus's thrust was merciless. he kept fucking you like tomorrow doesn't exist. his patience runs thin when he's inside you. he loves taking his time with you but now, he just wants to make you a crying mess. you stumbled upon your words, unable to speak when your cunt being stretched by his thick cock.

you clawed against his back. several faint scratches decorating his muscular back. "fuck, sylus! give me more, please!"

sylus then cupped your chin when you had your eyes shut. he tightened the hold on your cheeks, "open your eyes, sweetie. i need your eyes on me or else i'll leave you high and dry. eyes on me, sweetie. it's now or never." sylus's voice was a dark, smooth blend of sensuality and power, each words punctuated with a commanding edge. typical sylus.

feeling so dazed in your lust, you slowly opened your eyes. his handsome face came into your sight. hair all messy and some strands were sticking to his forehead that was glistened with sweats. he smirked, crimson eyes looking down at you. his gaze filled with hidden desires.

sylus once again flipped both of you over. this time, he got you on all fours, positioning you in front of the mirror. you gasped loudly when he didn't give you any break from his punishing thrusts. at this point, your cunt could remember his cock so damn well. you tried hanging your head low, shying away from the intense gaze sylus was giving you. but he tugged on your hair, making you squeal.

it's like he had you on a leash with the way he tugged on your hair. not until he pressed your back against his front. now both of you were skin to skin again. sylus's ragged breaths felt warm, tingling your ear. you gulped hard. the heat radiating from sylus's body engulfed your skin. sweats started to run along your back. both of you were sweaty and satiated but no one had their first orgasm yet.

"fuck, look at you, sweetie. looking grumpy just because you cannot make yourself come, hm?" sylus's words taunted you. a smirk tugged in the corner of his lips seeing your frustrated expression. yeah, he hit a nail with that one. "my cock is not good enough for you, sweetie?"

you wanted to tell him to shut his mouth but that would be fatal. nah, he won't kill you. he loves you too much. still. you don't dare to go that route yet. "please, sy. i'm tired," you tried bargaining. a negotiation with the devil? yeah, best of luck to that.

sylus scoffed. his jaw ticked at your pitiful plea. "no, not yet, sweetie," he groaned, head thrown back. sylus stifled the rising impulses to come inside you, but he pushed them down with deliberate effort to maintain control over his cold reactions. "ah, fuck," he cursed under his breath.

he fucked you hard and fast, to the point you got overstimulated and tears started streaming down your face. sylus made you watch you cried your eyes out while being pounded relentlessly. your tits jiggled with each punishing thrust. it was sinful, really. but the devil has seen worse. this was blissful. a piece of heaven he could get.

"ah, sylus!" you screamed at the top of your lungs. sylus's hand reached down to cup your pussy, thumb ghosted over your clit. he let his touch lingered there for a while. eventually, he started to draw circles on your puffy clit, waiting for your orgasm to break loose. your breaths came in erratic bursts, each one uneven and sharp as if you were struggling to catch up.

sylus felt the way your pussy clenched around his cock so tightly, it might never want to leave. it was pushing him to his limits too. fuck fuck fuck. he couldn't do this dance any longer. he pushed your body down to the bed, pressing on your back as you arched your back for him. his cock pounded your pussy harder that each breath that came out of you felt hard. you cried with each breath until your orgasm finally broke, releasing the high and endorphins all over the system.

"fuck," you sobbed as you gathered your breath slowly. sylus fucks like a mad man. but he was yet to come so he used you, he used your pussy until his come, hot and thick, filling your womb to the brim. though a wave of dizziness threatened to overtake him, sylus steadied himself and pushed through, determined to check on his girlfriend.

"fuck, sweetie. you were..." he ran out of words. but sylus managed to pick where he left off, "you were so good for me."

you let out a breathless chuckle, "you must persevere, yeah sure i did, babe."

sylus's chuckle was a deep, gravelly rumble, each note rasping out with a rich, textured quality. "mhm, using my words against me, sweetie? have i underestimated your determination or overestimated your intellect?"

he then laid you down on his bed, limbs tangled with each other. both of you tried to gather your consciousness and breath together. "love to see you get all worked up, sweetie," he whispered before planting a kiss on your cheek. "like a feisty kitten." you then hit him on the chest. what a way to ruin your post-orgasmic bliss. sylus must be tone deaf since he cannot read the room at all. but he's a damn good guy when he wants to be and you happen to love both his good and bad sides. that's what makes him even more special.

divider creds to cafekitsune <3

[onetoomanyfandomfixations]

Hazbin Hotel Characters React to You Asking for a Hug (PART 2)

Buckle in bitches, its time for some COMFORT

Lucifer

Guys he’s SO nervous

“Oh really? You, uh, you want a hug from me? Are you sure?”

Nervous laughter 100

Takes a hot minute for him to adjust, but DOES give good hugs

WING HUGS. Y’ALL KNOW HOW I GET ABOUT WING HUGS.

Y’all gotta remember he’s a dad

So good, firm dad hug

His hands are clammy af, but don’t mention that pls

Gives you the opportunity to talk out whatever’s going through your head

Actually has really insightful advice

Like his daughter, honestly so honoured you chose to come to him

Lute

“Must I?”

Begrudging as FUCK

But she’ll do it

If she has to

Stiff, awkward hugs that last for 5 seconds tops

No wing hugs :(

“Human souls are weird”

Tries to teach you how to fight so you can use sparring as a “normal” coping mechanism

Adam

As much as I hate him, would give BANGIN hugs

“Fuck, you wan’ a hug? Fuck yeah bitch, get over here!”

Super enthusiastic about it????

Like, gives you shit, but its still one of the tightest and most excited hugs you’ve ever received

Very very warm

You will probably overheat if you stay there too long

WING HUGS!!!!!!!

Will be extra touchy with you from here on out

Arm around the shoulder, etc

Carmilla

Is she mom, or mommy? Jury’s still out on that one.

Will never ever refuse you if you need a hug

Will, however, try to pull you aside and make it a private moment

Not a big fan on PDA, but your wellbeing takes priority

Makes you rest your head against her chest, no matter how tall you are

If you tell her what’s going on, will fix it

You don’t even need to ask.

She’s gonna check up on you after at LEAST twice

Rosie

Is she mom or mommy part 2: electric boogaloo

Drops EVERYTHING

Ushers you into a sunroom and brews you a pot of tea to share

And grabs snacks, of course

Definitely forgets if cannibalism makes you queasy

Holds you hand from across the table and encourages you to talk it out with her

A lil bit pushy about it, but its from a place of love

But if you need it, will definitely hug you

Another one with bone shattering hugs

Her hands are cold af tho, so beware

Vox

Tbh doesn’t hear you the first time, he’s super focused on whatever else he’s doing

Once he hears you/it registers to him, he’s pretty confused

“Why do you need a hug?”

Only hugs you if y’all are really close

Generally not a touchy person

He won’t stop whatever he’s doing though

Most likely will just sit you in his lap, so he can cuddle And work

Multitasking, bitch

Don’t do it while he’s actively broadcasting though

Super against PDA (bc he’s embarrassed) and will probably snap at you if you break this boundary

Velvette

“Wot. Why?”

Also confused

Like Vox, usually to busy to properly hug you

But will let you stick around and lay all over her while she works

Anyone who questions it dies Very quickly, and Very grotesquely

Very protective

“Babes, do I need to hurt someone? Coz you Know I’ll do it”

Probs takes selfies of you hanging off of her bc she thinks its cute

Will dress you up to try and make you feel better

Valentino

Seek psychological help 💕

I know he’s got a sexy voice, but you know I’m right

[yesimwriting]

Normalcy

A/n deadpool and wolverine drabble bc the movie was a little too good

Summary: Still reeling from the loss of your powers, you struggle to hold it together inside the TVA's void. Thankfully, you find an uncharacteristically peaceful distraction in your old friend Deadpool and in the wolverine variant who wants nothing to do with you.

Warnings/info: reader is a (former) avenger (bc i love the avengers <3), reader is described as having similar powers to wanda and having trained with her (bc i love wanda), implied beginning of an accidental love triangle if you squint ig, maybe too much lore for a drabble (?), me writing for characters for the first time so be nice 😭

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The lines etched into your palms do not bend and twist to spell out secrets, there are no messages worth decoding pressed into your skin. Knowing this is not enough to stop you from staring at your hands like if you could just think about it hard enough...

"There you are, Peanut." The words are so warm you're briefly pulled out of your internal angst. You straighten, head lifting slightly and arms crossing in front of your chest. "Thought I lost you."

Wade continues forward until he's directly in front of you. He pauses, watching you with an unabashed openness that you'd only ever allow him to get away with. "Kidding," he tries, "I'd never lose you."

The familiarity of the casual affection eases you further, the corner of your mouth tugging itself upwards. "I was like 15 feet away from you."

"Sorry for caring." It's his go to comeback when it comes to defending the displays of affection you have the audacity to find overdramatic.

You blink, lips parting despite your lack of response. The world has felt a little slower these last few days, moving at a pace that leaves you with no choice but to reflect. Maybe it's the void.

"Hey," his voice feels a little flatter without his usual humor, "Are you okay?"

You let out a breath, shocked by this new low. Sure, you've known Wade for awhile and you've both seen each other through plenty of stages, but he's never felt the need to attempt a genuine pep talk for you. He's never struck you as the pep talk sort...for anyone. Do you really seem that off?

It's bad enough that your identity crisis has stolen the abilities that would have helped your trio pop out of the void with no real fanfare, you can't also make your insecurities everyone else's problem. "Yeah." The response doesn't feel convincing, but with Wade wearing the Deadpool mask, it's hard to be sure. "Just y'know...we're in a void and our reality might be ripped apart, so I've been better."

He's still watching you with a level of focus that's unnerving. You've gotten used to his familiarity, his lack of care for personal space or the social rules around watching people. "You're doing it again."

"Seducing you with my ability to have a heart to heart while looking this good in my suit?"

You sigh in an attempt to dismiss your slight smile. Happy or sad, superhero that once fought Thanos or regular person that can't regulate their emotions, Wade always treats you the same. "The staring thing. You said you'd stop."

"No, you said I'd stop." The correction is a return to what you're used to. He takes a step towards you, his proximity now forcing you to tilt your chin up slightly to look him in the eye. "I'd never promise to look at you less."

"Comforting."

He angles his chin downwards, making the limited distance feel more significant. "I thought so." For a moment, he's quiet in a way that doesn't feel very him. "Are you sure you're...good?" His hesitance is another reminder that this is far out of his element. "I know this is your first..." Wade's rarely careful, only ever treading lightly on the one subject you never want to bring. "Outing, since..."

"I lost my powers."

Wade goes quiet again. If this conversation is as inevitable as it seems, a part of you wishes it could have come up elsewhere. Maybe in your shared apartment, definitely without the mask so you could better interpret his reactions. It's not often you keep secrets from him, but the hollowness you feel knowing the part of yourself you've lost isn't something you can just share.

It's more than just about missing your party tricks, it's about losing a part of yourself. They were all that was left of your time with the Avengers, of what Wanda taught you before Westview.

He lets out a breath. "They're not lost." You raise your eyebrows slightly, giving him a look meant to caution him against sympathetic optimism. "We don't know that."

He seems so happy to be able to tell you that there's no proof that any and all magical abilities have been flushed out of your system, you don't have it in you to remind him that that's mainly because you have no one to ask. What's left of the Avengers and your government connections either barely understand what you were or are untrustworthy.

"Educated wish?"

His mask muffles a slight gasp. You press your lips together in an attempt to resist smiling. "The last one worked out great."

Your eyebrows pull together skeptically, a reminder that the two of you are still technically in the middle of the last educated wish he attempted to speak into existence. "Didn't Wolverine stab you multiple times--"

He cuts you off with a heavy sigh. "If I took getting stabbed personally, do you know where we'd be?"

In a reality where Wade holds grudges over those kinds of things, you wouldn't be anything to each other, except maybe enemies. You've never pulled a knife or sword or anything sharp on him, but when you first met he did startle you before you had a total grip on your abilities, which resulted in him getting thrown through a wall.

"I never stabbed you."

His hand finds your shoulder. You let him drag his thumb against against the fabric of your suit. "And that's how I know you really love me, Peanut."

You roll your eyes in an attempt to dislodge the warmth that settles in the pit of your stomach. The last thing Wade needs is encouragement. "I mean, I do go around stabbing everyone I like less than you."

He lets out a sound that feels like a scoff attempting to mask itself as a dry laugh. "There's the sense of humor that'd hurt me if I knew you less."

"Well--"

He squeezes your shoulder, "I know you." Okay. You'll let him have this one because maybe there's some truth to what he's saying. "I'm going to go check on the car, because a fucking Honda Odyssey would break down on us for no reason before we got to the fight."

"For no reason or because of the bitch fight you and Wolverine had in it?"

There's a beat of silence in which all you can do is try to imagine Wade's expression behind the mask. You'd like to think that he's smiling. "Oh, Pumpkin." He sighs as if you've stumbled onto saying something terribly naive. "It wasn't a bitch fight, it was awesome, and probably turned you on."

You deadpan a flat, "You caught me." He hasn't let go of your shoulder, and a part of you is oddly glad for it. "I'd offer you help with the car, but..."

You're self aware enough to acknowledge your strengths and weaknesses, car maintenance being the latter. Wade doesn't even let you get your oil changed by yourself anymore.

"I've met you." He squeezes your shoulder again, the gesture weirdly stabilizing. "Give me 15 minutes to actually look at the car and then I'm all yours."

Wade lets go of you, his arm falling to his side. "Aren't you always?"

He lets out an exaggerated gasp. "You're making me feel cheaper than my usual rate, Peanut."

You smile as he turns away. Things are always a little easier with Wade. It's more than just distraction, it's his way of making things feel a little lighter. You're not sure what to do with your 15 minutes of solitude to avoid falling back into self pity.

You originally broke away from the group of void trapped heroes under the premise of needing fresh air, but even here, with the expansive, sparsely wooded area at your disposal, the oxygen in your lungs still feels flat. If Wanda were around, you'd be able to ask if she felt the strangeness of this other plane of existence as well. At least then you'd know if your dislike of the void is only mental or an actual sign of life from your abilities.

You begin to walk forward, hoping to shed all thoughts of both your former self and the eeriness of this other world. There are other people you could talk to you. The others have been polite enough, or at the very least, passionate enough to be talked into facing Cassandra.

The trees you've been wandering through grow in their sparsity, the edge of the woods revealing a patch of grassland highlighted by a fire's warm glow. You squint past the tree line, attempting to make out the figure sitting in front of the flames. Wolverine.

Secluded from the group and staring at a campfire. Surprising. Though, you guess it's not fair to judge him too harshly, you left the group to brood as well.

He doesn't like you, doesn't know you well enough to dislike you, but it took him no time to find a way to get around that. Maybe it's your proximity to Wade. You've done your best to take his hostility as un-personally as possible. You've seen enough people you really care about go through the guilt ridden, fallen hero thing to know how deep that kind of hurt runs.

You've never known a Wolverine or Logan Howlett variant, so you have no way of knowing what he was like before. Sure, you've heard stories, but you're also overly aware of how the media can twist and turn those stories to fit their narrative. One day, a superhero is the world's greatest protector, and the next their the greatest menace. Maybe he was always a little dark, or maybe he wasn't.

"Don't just stand there." The gruffness of his voice startles you more than it should.

Heat crawls up your neck, a part of you more embarrassed than you should be. You weren't lurking, or at the very least, you weren't trying to.

You sigh as you abandon the safety of the tree line. "Sorry." He turns his head away from the fire. "I wasn't--I was just walking."

He's quiet for such a long moment you almost expect him to not respond at all. "Without your shadow?"

Wow, only a halfhearted dig at Wade. You must have caught him in a good mood. "Friend, and he's looking at the car. I'd be looking at the car with him, but I figured the odds for tomorrow are bad enough as is."

Another uneasy stretch of silence. "Yeah." There's not much, if anything, to take from the comment. "If you're here to convince me to go with you guys tomorrow--"

"I'm not." It's an honest answer. You had been walking around aimlessly and happened to stumble onto him. "I'm not into the pep talk thing." He scoffs, the sound lacking in genuine aggression. "What?"

He lifts his gaze from the fire, his eyes settling on some point past the horizon. "I thought you were an Avenger."

You're not sure what bugs you more, the fact that he's so sure he has you all figured out or the implication that the Avengers spend their days encouraging each other instead of actually doing things. What the Avengers are--or maybe were--is so much more than that.

You step forward, further separating you from the cluster of trees. "The Avengers are about a lot more than that."

His attention briefly shifts onto you before returning to the flames. If the silence is meant to be dismissive, it doesn't feel that way. There's a patience there that doesn't suit his usual brooding.

"Do you care if I sit?" The question is forced out before you can overthink it. "I promise no inspirational speeches or small talk."

After a beat, he dips his chin downwards in a nod so subtle you would have missed it if you had been watching him any less carefully. You're more relieved by his acceptance than you should be, your feet carrying you towards the campfire.

You sit at a polite distance, knees bent in front of you. His silence seems to push against the void's sluggishness. Maybe the issue has been you fighting this world's momentum.

"Why are you with him?" You're not sure if you're more shocked by the question or the break in silence. When all you can do is blink, he continues, "You seem--" He subtly clears his throat, as if struggling to admit this next part, "Nice, normal."

Oh. If you had been focused, you likely would have got what he meant without the clarification. "I know Wade's a lot--especially to you." You place a hand against your knee, thinking about that very specific safety you only feel with Wade. You don't have to try at being anything, or worry about earning your keep in any capacity. "But once you get to know him, he's a good friend."

You look away from the fire pit in time to see the skeptical look Logan throws in your direction. "I'm serious." His expression doesn't change. "He um--after I stopped being important to everyone else, he still liked me ." This isn't the conversation you wanted to stumble onto, especially not with someone who you barely know and actively dislikes you. "That sounds kind of dumb, but the point is, he's loyal."

He turns his head back towards the fire. "You always call him by his name." The observation is so stiff you'd consider it hesitant if it came from anyone else.

You've never thought much about Wade's name. Part of it is familiarity, and the rest of it is a force of habit. Even when you were with the Avengers, you preferred using actual names when off duty. It's easier to separate the mask from the person beneath it when you make an active effort to.

You shrug. "I'm not into off duty superhero names, Wolverine."

He falls silent again. You concentrate on the flames, the way they illuminate the world around you. "You can--" He cuts himself off, attention never wavering from the fire. "You can call me Logan, if you want."

An unsteady warmth roots itself in your chest. You didn't expect any sort of kinship between you and the wolverine Wade stole from some other timeline beyond him occasionally accepting your attempts at creating peace between him and Wade.

"Okay," you focus on keeping your tone measured, avoiding any emotions that might startle him, "Logan."

There's no tension in the quiet that follows. You let the minutes pass until you're certain that Wade's waiting for an interruption disguised as an attempt to help. "I should go, Wade's probably waiting for me."

You push yourself to stand. You let yourself glance at him one last time before turning towards the trees you emerged from.

[riotlain]

How they sleep/cuddle

bigger than normal post but yknow :3

I was gonna do more characters for this so feel free to rq more characters for this

THIS IS A NWLNW BLOG!! WOMEN DNI

(yknow just means to not interact with the post)

Bruce Wayne

Not against cuddling. Will if you ask

He likes being big spoon, especially after a long day... will little spoon if he's particularly tired

Stays still when he's asleep aside from like occasional gripping

Either insanely light or insanely heavy sleeper theres no in between

The type to mumble in his sleep

Dick Grayson

Loves cuddling to the extreme

Spooning is big (He's usually big spoon but he melts if he's the little spoon)

Loves laying on your chest after a long day

He sleeps like a damsel in distress

Moves a lot when he sleeps and its usually gravitating towards you

A snorer

Jason Todd

Either insanely warm or insanely cold no in between

Sleeps like a victorian child on their death bed...

Likes to have an arm wrapped around you when cuddling but like unintentionally curls against your chest when he sleeps

Sleep talker and restless kicking

Wakes up a lot in the middle of the night so you might catch him staring at you or gone to the kitchen

Tim Drake

If its yalls first time he'll be like sorta stiff for a little

If yall dating for a good lil while then he'll be more relaxed

and also take up majority of the bed

He likes laying on your chest and vice versa

Sleep talker.. if he ever sleeps

Watches you sleep in the way where he's a really bored insomniac

Can't lay still at all when he's asleep and always gravitates towards you

Cold feeted mf

Damian Wayne

He's pretty on guard at first

He doesn't initiate the cuddling bc he isn't sure how at the beginning

Unless you start cuddling him he'll just sorta lay there and accept it

Eventually when he's fully comfortable he will still lay there like a plank but he'll have an arm around you

He looks like he's dead when he's asleep

He might like mumble something though

He has many pets so at least one will show up and lay there too

If someone walks in he'll deny everything they ask and tell them to get out (unless its Alfred then he'll nicely tell him to get out)

Clark Kent

Living heater

Loves cuddling and hugging

Coming back home after a real rough day and just hugging you

Laying on each other is his fav

Somewhat heavy sleeper due to him being used to his super hearing and stuff

Krypto is in your bed a lot too

Sleeps soundly as hell like damn!

Plastic Man

Flirty as hell like its crazy

Wraps around you like snake

Can't have a normal cuddle session with him probably bc he's like everywhere

He'll be your blanket if you're cold

In the literal sense he will be your blanket

Insanely warm

Fav position is spooning. He doesn't mind which he is bc either way he's gonna talk to you (will stretch his neck to look at you)

Sleep talker and moves around a lot

Everyday you wake up in a new position

[tsxkkis]

# tsukishima kei - drunk in love!

a/n = is this a comeback of mine of sorts? yes (although i don't want it to be, since it's not my best work). i haven't written anything in so long, and i really love the idea of a stoic, serious character acting clingy and completely different when drunk (reminds me of shin from a sign of affection, who's my fav boy ever), that's why tsukki might be kind of out of character here. also, i didn't proofread this because it ended up being longer than i expected.

summary = an intoxicated tsukishima is a clingy tsukishima. and also, he might say a bit too much for his own liking.

warnings = out of character tsukki (bcs he's drunk), mentions of alcohol

drunk tsukishima was surely a sight to see.

to see a man, usually so serious and stoic, in a state like that was almost uncanny. his cheeks flushed pink, a stupid smile plastered to his face as he giggled quietly over what yamaguchi just said.

after your entire friend group went their own ways either starting university or pursuing a career in volleyball, it became a common practice for the few of you to just meet up and discuss the latest life achievements with a drink in hand. everyone eagerly awaited that particular moment of the week, some (meaning yachi, of course) would even set weekly countdowns to try and surpass their excitement.

tsukishima kei, out of the entire group, was usually the more reasonable one, opting only for a drink or two. But after a particularly hard exam at uni, which he passed with flying colors, his friends decided in unison that this evening would be different.

the room was filled with laughter, tsukishima's tall body laying on the couch, his head pressed against yamaguchi's chest. alcohol made him somewhat clingy; extremely clingy, if you were to compare him to his usual demeanor. a low hum left his lips, his hand coming up to take his glasses off.

'i'm gonna regret this tomorrow.' he mumbled, being met with a wave of laughter in response. your eyes focused on his face for a minute, scanning it thoroughly. continued mumbling something, the tips of his ears bright red, face probably burning after all the alcohol he digested. but your mind was focused on something completely different.

he looks really handsome without glasses.

'y/n. i think he might have to stay here for the night.' yamaguchi's voice echoing through the room brought you back to life, your eyes quickly darting away from the blonde's face to focus on her friend. the freckled boy had an awkward look on his face, a usual for him, as he stood up, heading for his coat with yachi following right after.

they mentioned previously that both of them will have to leave earlier this time, but you only remembered that now; a warm understanding smile gracing your face as you said your goodbyes, the three of you giggling at tsukishima mumbling how he's going to 'beat you all up tomorrow for making him so drunk.'

as the door closed behind them, a sigh left your lips. the apologetic look on yamaguchi's face wasn't there for no reason; he, as well as the rest of your friends, were all well aware of the massive crush you had on him. ever since freshman year, it's been something you promised yourself you will hide from him forever.

tsukishima stretched his arms, a yawn leaving his lips as the late night hours finally caught up to him. you didn't notice when your neutral look turned to a bright smile. there was something incredibly comforting in this specific sight, tsukishima's soft features looking completely different from his usual appearance.

you crouched down next to the couch, trying to decide whether you should leave him to sleep here or try to get him to your bed and take the couch yourself. you almost didn't notice tsukishima's eyes glued to your face, a curious look to them as he scanned your features, something incredibly similar to what you've done just a while ago. he looked deep in thought, the pinkish color fading from his cheeks with time.

'has anyone told you you have a really interesting face?' he stated, his lips curved up in a proud smile as if he'd given you the greatest compliment of all time. 'you know, it's like a kaleidoscope. no matter how long you stare at it, you still can't take your eyes off of it.'

you laughed, the tips of your ears burning red, regardless of how stupid his 'compliment' was. sober tsukishima would never say something like this, but then again, that was the whole point. the sole reason why the blonde didn't drink much was that it brought out a different side of him.

an embarrassing one at that.

'alright, kei. let's get you to bed.'

you used all the strength you had to get him off the couch, a satisfied smile on your face when he got up on his own, almost tumbling over in the process. a giggle escaped your lips at the sight; knowing just how much you were going to laugh at him for it tomorrow, and every day after that.

you motioned for him to sit down on the bed, swiftly moving towards the wardrobe to him some fresh bedding.

'ohhhh,' a prolonged hum left tsukishima's lips as you started changing the sheets, his curious eyes following your frame around the room. he had his glasses back on, so now he could actually see what was happening. 'are we sleeping together?'

you almost choked on your own saliva.

your eyes met his for a brief second, just as you were finishing with the bed. you gently pushed him to lay down, taking his glasses off in the process so he won't break them when sleeping.

'i'll be sleeping on the couch tonight, so no.'

you looked over to the boy only to see... a frown?

it was almost as if you were looking at a completely different person. you were once more amazed with just how much a few drinks can change someone's behavior entirely.

tsukishima reached for your hand, pulling you down to lay with him. his touch send a wave of shivers down your body, as his tall frame scooted closer to you.

'stay here.' he murmured quietly. in that very moment, you forgot he wasn't sober; you wanted this situation to actually become reality. so, with a tad bit of hesitation, you obliged.

soon sleepiness got the best of you, your eyes slowly fluttering shut as you fell asleep, the blonde laying right beside you, his arm wrapped around your body as he murmured something under his breath. you didn't catch half of what he said, but there were three distinct words that you managed to understand.

'i love you.'

as tsukishima woke up the next day, a headache accompanying him from the moment he opened his eyes, the side of the bed was already empty. he slowly got up, arms reaching for his glasses laying on the small coffee table by the bed.

he slowly but surely tumbled into the kitchen, surprised when he saw a cup of tea standing in front of him already. his eyes shot up to be met with your figure, standing by the kitchen counter and making breakfast.

you smiled at the boy, looking at him for a spare second before focusing back on chopping the vegetables.

'this should help you with your headache.' you said, putting the last of chopped tomatoes into the bowl before giving the salad a nice mix, as silence took over the room.

'i said something stupid yesterday, didn't i?' his words echoed through the kitchen, disrupting the silence between you.

'now that you mention it' you said, putting down a bowl of food and a fork in front of him, sitting down on the chair right beside him. 'you did compare my face to a kaleidoscope, pouted like a kid when i told you i'm sleeping on the couch and were mumbling some incoherent words right before you fell asleep.'

tsukishima slightly covered his face, trying to hide his visible embarrassment at the mention of his drunken actions.

'well, at least i didnt confess to you when drunk.'

you looked at him for a long minute, your eyes indicating that something of this sort did happen yesterday. tsukishima's face was now flushed pink, more embarrassed than ever.

'oh.'

the room went completely silent, the two of you focusing on your food as you tried to think of any way to shift the conversation, get rid of the massive amounts of awkwardness.

tsukishima stood up, quickly getting your attention as your eyes shot up to meet his, a look on his face which you couldn't quite decipher.

'sorry for yesterday.' he sighed, hand moving up to adjust his glasses. he had a somewhat troubled look on his face, one that was apparent no matter how much he tried to hide it behind his cold demeanor.

he opened his lips for a few seconds, hesitant about his next words.

'i had somewhat of a different idea for my confession, but i guess that's it.'

you froze on the spot, mouth slightly agape, eyes searching for any indicators of tsukishima's words being a joke. despite trying really hard, she found nothing; only a nervous silence on the blonde's end, waiting for you to say something, anything.

'you... like me?'

he could only nod in response, distressed when seeing the huge grin growing on your face. he had no idea what to expect when you took a few steps towards him, but it definitely wasn't a kiss on the cheek, leaving his cheeks a deep shade of red.

'it's good to know that my feelings are mutual.'

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[neilissevered]

ˋ°•*⁀➷ FROSTBITTEN, BY YOU!

“Your hands are cold”…“Then warm them.“ In which a silly tease turns into an affectionate gesture. Weak Hero Class 1 x GN! Reader (Seperate) Friends to "Something More" trope Characters included: Yeon Si-eun , Ahn Su-ho Wc: 1k+

An: the header makes it look like shse 😝😝😝 reqs are open! (Just no dark stuff pls) Might just take me a while to get to them bcs I’m reviewing for uni 🙂‍↔️ btw I also added more spaces i between the text. Idk if it makes it more readable since I like to use the smaller text size but lmk if you guys prefer the other one!

⤷ YEON SI-EUN

Let’s be real, he’d probably be perplexed at first. A million theories running in his smart brain (how to effectively warm a cold hand…with a cold hand)

He’s honestly like WikiHow…sometimes.

But jokes aside, Si-eun is a very guarded person who is trapped in his own emotional space.

He’s cold and distant and a little out of touch with reality (he has his little world basically.)

Si-eun only lets his friends stay “close enough” beside this huge wall, and it’s his defense mechanism to protect himself from getting hurt 

But there will be an exception for you. A little crack in that wall. Maybe.🙂‍↕️

It’s cold. The kind of cold that bites your fingertips and turns your breath to mist. It’s almost winter in Korea, so you wouldn’t be surprised if it starts snowing, which is why you already have a thick puffer jacket on to protect you from the onslaught of the cold. 

Yeon Si-eun seemed to share the same idea but appeared completely nonchalant, except for the faint flush of his ears and nose as the cold air bit at his face. He looked ethereal in how calm and composed he remained, as if the cold didn’t touch him at all.

You, on the other hand, felt like one more gust of icy wind might snap your bones clean in half. Frostbite, then shatter, then crumble into snow dust. That’s how it felt. But still, you didn’t complain. Not out loud, anyway

You never do, especially not around Si-eun.

Not because you’re afraid of his quiet indifference or the walls he puts up. 

It’s just… You want to protect this.

The peace.

The soft, quiet moments you and he share, like this one.

You walk beside Si-eun quietly, your backpack slung over your shoulders. The sun is already sinking, dipping behind the buildings like it’s retreating early for the day. The silence between you is familiar. Comfortable.

But ‘quiet’ is probably an understatement. You’re doing your best to quell the chattering of your teeth while you clench and unclench your jaw like an idiot because it would be embarrassing if Si-eun notices and suddenly points it out.

And..he does notice it.

The way your shoulders are just a little hunched.

The way you tuck your hands into your sleeves.

The way you blow on your fingers when you think he’s not looking.

And yes, your teeth chattering too. 

“Your hands are cold,” he says suddenly, breaking the silence. It’s the first thing he points out—even he isn't sure why either. 

You glance over, a little surprised…maybe mortified too, because you just jinxed yourself. Has he been looking? The thought of it made you flush even more at his factual statement. You weren’t even sure how to respond.

So you played it off with some light teasing. 

You smile a little and shrug. “Then warm them.”

You expect him to ignore it, like he usually does, or deadpan at you, unamused with your antics. But he stops walking suddenly.

You turn, your own feet stuttering as he’s suddenly two steps behind you. “Si-eun?”

He looks… hesitant. Like he’s overthinking something that shouldn’t need this much calculation. You were about to tell him it was just a joke, but then, after a beat too long, he slowly reached out.

Your breath catches.

His fingers, stiff at first…brush yours.

Then he takes your hand fully, slipping his fingers between yours, palm to palm.

If you were flushed before, now you're beet red. 

You feel how cold his hands are, too. But neither of you says anything. 

The moment shifted, enveloping you in a sense of intimacy and connection. Your gaze drifted downward to where your hands intertwined, feeling the warmth of his touch replace the cold air around you. As you gently squeezed his hand, a new gesture that changed the reality of ‘this’ shared moment, anchoring you both in its authenticity.

He doesn’t meet your eyes, just stares ahead with his usual indifference. But you can see how his ears, nose, and cheeks slightly reddened. 

“You said to warm them,” he mumbles.

You squeeze his hand again gently, heart thudding louder than your shoes on the pavement. “Yeah,” you whisper. “Thanks.”

You don’t speak the rest of the walk home. But he doesn’t let go either.

Later that night, he texted Su-ho

Si-eun: “They looked cold, it was just logical”

Su-ho: “ “Just logical”??? u gonna propose next or run a weather report?😹”

Si-eun: “blocked.”

⤷ AHN SU-HO

This guy's confident… Ridiculously so that he’s kinda impulsive at times.

He’s not afraid to tease, push buttons, or take the lead.

But I believe he’s emotionally reactive and perceptive. He just masks it with charisma or action yk.

He will play along. Challenge you back…until it all becomes very real. Fast.

You’re walking side by side, the shortcut between blocks quieter than usual. It’s getting late, and it's mostly because Su-ho decided to drag you out of your home for a very adventurous trip…to the convenience store. You weren’t complaining, though. You got free, hot ramyeon, and you got to spend some time with your…best friend.

Yeah. 

But the cold has crept in hard. Your fingers sting a little from being out too long and without gloves because of the impromptu hangout, and so you keep flexing them inside your sleeves, hoping that your body warmth will be enough for your fingers not to fall off.

Su-ho glances over.

“Your hands are cold” he says, voice casual, like he’s just pointing out the weather.

You raise an eyebrow, rolling your eyes a bit while a little smile tugged at your lips at the sudden observation, “Oh, thanks. Totally didn’t notice.” 

He smirks. “Hey, just saying. I’ve got an eye for details.”

You snort. “Okay…Then warm them.”

It was intended as a light-hearted teasing, a fleeting comment that would slip effortlessly into the air between you as you transitioned to a new subject. Yet, in that instant, Su-ho halted his steps, his demeanor shifting.

 You suddenly understood that your playful banter had morphed into a challenge, one that left no room for retreat. What seemed like mere humor now possessed layers of profound significance, and you found yourself fumbling with its..double meanings far too late.

You blink. “Wait, I didn’t mean—”

He’s turned toward you, one brow lifted, a flash of challenge in his expression. The corners of his mouth were slowly morphing into a grin because you just gave him a very dangerous idea. “What? You think I won’t?” he says, cocky grin in place, but there’s a real flicker of heat behind it.

“Say less.”

Then, without giving you time to overthink it, he reaches out and takes your hand in his.

His palm is warm. Solid. Confident, like everything else he does. But his grip isn’t teasing. It’s steady, focused, and…real.

The air between you changes — shifts from playful to something charged. He looks at your joined hands for a second, then back at you. His grin suddenly softened as he looked at you with so much sincerity.

“Better?” he asks.

You nod, surprised by how warm your chest feels, too.

“Yeah,” you say softly. “Actually… yeah.”

Su-ho doesn’t let go of your hand. Not after he’s sure you want this too. If anything, his grip tightens, more certain now, like he's claiming something he's longed for. He doesn’t even try to hide it. Instead, he keeps walking, dragging you with him like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

“Told you,” he says, smirking again. But quieter now. “I’ve got a good eye for details.”

You don’t reply. You just hold on.

Because for once, he isn’t talking like he’s trying to impress anyone. He’s just there…With you. Hand in hand.

Later, you and Su-ho passed by Si-eun

Si-eun stared at both of you, then at your joined hands

“Didn’t know hypothermia made people flirt.”

Su-ho smirks. “Didn’t know you cared,” as he brought your hand closer to his lips to blow warm air into them

You’re pretty sure your face is warmer than your hands now.

Wooo tysm for reading until the end🙂‍↕️ just thought of the prompt suddenly bcs it’s been pretty cold here in my country😭😭

Dividers by: @cursed-carmine

[arabella0001]

❛say it when you're sober❜ (sasuke uchiha x reader)

✦ AU • slow burn • smut with plot ✦

✦ anime: naruto

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

synopsis: you don’t usually drink this much. don’t usually flirt. don’t usually end up pressed against a stranger at 3 a.m., skin hot and mind fuzzy. but naruto introduces you to two of his friends and somehow you go home with one of them. or maybe… he takes you. sasuke isn’t what you expected. he’s quiet. intense. and when the door shuts behind you—nothing about him feels accidental.

⚠️cn: alternate universe, smut with plot(bc i can't help myself), slow burn, strangers to lovers, original characters x naruto, alcohol intoxication, smoking, fluff, rough sex, oral, praising, light dom/sub.

Ezra scanned the crowd with a furrowed brow, looking for her friend. All she could see were people dancing in ways that were either hilariously awkward, questionably experimental, or oddly mesmerizing—enough to make her stop, squint, and start praising strangers from across the room for their moves. Every time a girl caught her eye, she mimed hyping them up like they were on stage. Classic Ezra.

She leaned against the bar like it was built for her. She wore low-rise cargo pants paired with a vintage crop top that showed a hint of tattoo peeking from under her ribs—probably something no one had ever asked her about twice. A thin silver chain hung at her neck, resting right between sharp collarbones, and her nails were chipped black, matching her eyeliner. Her sneakers were beat up but intentional, and the way her hair was pulled back messily into a clip screamed: I didn’t try, and you still looked twice.

Meanwhile, Himari took a sip of her lemon sour cocktail with a wince on her face, eyes glued to the entrance with a flutter of nerves in her stomach.

Her outfit was carefully chosen but not loud—an off-shoulder top in soft pastel tones, paired with a pleated skirt that stopped mid-thigh, and white sneakers that were too clean for this place. Her hair was pinned back loosely, strands falling around her face, like she fixed it three times before leaving home. She looked like a girl waiting for something—or someone.

And just a few seconds later, Naruto walked in.

Her cheeks flushed instantly—though she’d definitely convince herself it was just the alcohol. Naruto showed up in his usual chaos-blend of fashion: a mix of schoolboy looseness, basketball shorts peeking out under a designer jacket, layered with a flashy streetwear tee and sneakers that definitely didn’t match—walking with that goofy, lovable bounce of his. He opened his arms wide, laughing loud but warm.

“Heyyyy! How are youuu?”

Himari threw herself into his arms. He lifted her off the ground, squeezing tight. When he finally set her down, one hand stayed on her head, affectionate and familiar, his mouth hidden somewhere between her collarbones, only his smiling eyes peeking out.

He waved toward Ezra while still pressed into Himari’s neck. Ezra looked them up and down from a distance with a teasing grin that said: Obvious much?

It was mutual. But Himari would never say it first.

Behind him, Sakura walked in—wearing a simple short skirt in a bright red-pink sheen and a soft cropped top that left her midriff exposed, the kind of outfit that made her glow without trying. Ezra grinned at her immediately.

Trailing quietly behind them, Sasuke looked like he didn’t want to be there—though, truthfully, he needed the break. He wore a black button-up, sleeves rolled just past his elbows, tucked into dark tailored trousers that made him look more like an off-duty model than a stressed-out writing site manager. His jacket hung loosely off one shoulder, and the sharp lines of his jaw were softened only by the shadows under his eyes—clearly from too many sleepless nights. He wasn’t trying to impress anyone, but that was exactly the problem.

Naruto made a quick round of introductions. Sakura already slipped into conversation with the girls, full of open smiles and warmth, while Sasuke quietly sat down at the bar, one hand on the edge, nodding in subtle acknowledgment.

Himari leaned into Naruto, whispering something at his ear like she was revealing a conspiracy. He bent down a little to match her height.

“Guess what? She’s drunk.”

Ezra scoffed with a sarcastic laugh, glancing at Naruto and Sakura, all of them standing in a circle with drinks in hand.

“Drunk is a cute word. She’s drop-dead drunk.”

Naruto chuckled before he blinked wide-eyed.

“She? No way, what happened?” His voice rose slightly. “Don’t tell me—they broke up??”

Himari laughed softly at his dramatic tone.

“Months ago, yeah. But she’s also had a rough couple of weeks. Work stuff, family stuff…”

Naruto’s expression dropped, a bit of guilt flashing in his eyes. “Why didn’t she tell me…?”

Ezra shrugged, circling back to your reasons for tonight.

“Well, it’s not like you miss that asshole. He turned into a jackass near the end, so what she’s feeling now is mostly just regret for wasting her love. You know how closed off she can be.”

Naruto sighed. “Yeah, right…”

Sakura gently intervened, hand moving softly.

“I don’t think love is ever a waste. It’s beautiful, even if it doesn’t last. Your friend seems like a good person.”

Sasuke only half-listened, sipping the ridiculous drink Sakura handed him as payback for driving them tonight. Ironically, it was called a Sakura Spritzer.

Naruto turned toward Ezra and Himari, laughing mid-sentence.

“Long story short—she’s usually innocent, I guess? Not really the extroverted or extremely loud type…” He glanced at Ezra, who raised an eyebrow and pointed at him like “That’s you.”

“…Well, until you really know her.”

He paused, slurped from his straw, almost choked, and added. “I’ve seen her drink maybe twice in a year? But when she does? She’s feral.” He mused out loud. “She’s more shy when she’s sober, I guess?”

Before Himari could correct him, Ezra shoved his arm playfully. “That’s just anxiety, man.”

Naruto grinned. “Right! That’s the name. Like Sasuke.”

He twirled his wrist dramatically and pointed toward him. Sasuke rolled his eyes at Naruto’s antics, wrong as always, and Sakura let out a soft laugh at the tension between them.

Sasuke, after finishing listening to Naruto talk about a stranger’s irrelevant love story, finally turned to order his usual sugar-free orange juice. Meanwhile, Sakura chatted with the girls about where she lived and what she was studying. Ezra leaned an elbow lazily on her shoulder, somehow making Sakura relax even more.

Then suddenly—out of breath and grinning, you came up behind Himari and grabbed her shoulders. You wore a half-zipped track jacket over a black bralette, biker shorts that hugged your thighs, and combat boots that made no sense but looked right.

Your messy ponytail, stuck from the sweat of dancing (not from preference—you swore it made your forehead look huge), made your deep brown eyes stand out more than the messy 5-minute smoky eye you barely pulled off before showing up.

“What a dick you are!! Leaving me with that girl. She drained my soul, bro.”

Himari only laughed. Ezra jumped in.

“She matched your energy. Why’d you ditch her?”

You nudged Ezra with a smirk. “Yeah, so? Why don’t you go take care of her then, huh?”

You turned slowly like you were actually searching, but your blurry vision betrayed you.

Himari glanced at Naruto again, just realizing you hadn’t seen him yet.

You kept rambling faster than usual—typical when you drank.

“She started acting weird. Dragged me to the bathroom with some weirdos, mumbling about ‘good stuff,’ and wanted us to go after to some random guy’s place?? Like hello???”

You fake-shivered dramatically and Ezra and Himari both raised their voices instantly.

“DON’T.”

You laughed, your body moving loosely to the music. Your mind may have judged the song, but your body didn’t care.

“Why not? I almost considered it…”

Your eyes scanned the club and finally landed on Naruto.

“…WHAT.”

You lunged at him, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him toward the floor. “Didn’t see you there.”

Himari whispered to Ezra, “We told her like… two times.”

Naruto laughed and pulled you back into his arms.

“I was literally wondering when you’d finally notice me.”

You left his arms while Naruto playfully held up his fingers in front of your eyes.

“How many fingers am I holding up?”

You gently pushed his hand down, gripping his fingers for a second.

“Fuck off, I’m good enough to beat you at our game.”

“Ohooo, I missed that!” Naruto glanced at flustered Himari for a second, a flash of your first meeting running through his head. “Wanna bet?”

Sakura stepped in, catching your attention. “You look so cool! I love your outfit.”

You turned, starstruck for a second.

“Who are you?” you asked Naruto, narrowing your eyes at him. “She’s your friend?? Don’t tell me you have more of those.” Then to Sakura, smiling. “Your hair is so pretty.”

Himari leaned close to Ezra, whispering.

“She didn’t see Sasuke either…”

Ezra whispered back with the same tone,

“She’s gonna regret everything tomorrow.”

Himari giggled.

“Yeah… I’m already sorry for her.”

Sakura barely had time to thank you before you flopped dramatically into the middle seat—between Sakura and Sasuke.

You leaned your head back against the bar, legs crossed, chest out, still catching your breath. You felt someone watching you but didn’t register it. You didn’t know Sasuke hadn’t stopped looking at you since you walked in.

Naruto managed to say, “And he is my friend—”

Before you slowly tilted your head to the side, your ponytail falling forward in a dramatic slow motion. Your eyes locked.

“…Sasuke.”

Your mouth opened, then pressed closed again, as if trying to trap whatever reaction might’ve escaped. You quickly adjusted your posture, almost sobering in an instant. “Ah, hello! Hey—”

Your eyes darted around the club walls, before sending a subtle side glance to Himari and Ezra that screamed: SO. HOT.

Sasuke still didn’t look away. “Hey.”

You forced a smile, not sure how to respond. You’d rather bury Naruto under the dancefloor at this point.

Damn. I need to take a grip of myself.

You turned to Naruto with a fake smile and a deadly look.

“So… how about that game, loser?”

Naruto grinned, grabbed Himari’s hand, and started walking to the back of the club.

“We’ll see who’s the loser, weirdo.” He glanced at Sasuke. “Sasuke. Come on.”

Your heart thudded louder as he walked past you.

Oh. Almost forgot.

You glanced back at Sakura and Ezra. “Don’t wanna play and watch me beat Naruto’s ass?”

Ezra just smirked, her eyes saying everything.

“Nah. I’ll let you two have all the fun.”

You just roll your eyes laughing at what your friend said before leaving, but your thoughts are far from calm, and your flushed cheeks aren’t doing you any favors.

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Completely unaware of your surroundings, you bump into a man, almost making him drop his glass, some of it spilling on his shirt.

“Oh my god! I’m so sorry—”

After nearly crashing into him, you look up at Kiba, Naruto's colleague, and frantically try to help and apologize, waving your hands in panic.

He chuckles, a glint of lust already forming in his eyes after sizing you up.

“Don’t worry, darling. It’s nothing—”

Naruto interrupts the short interaction with a shout.

“Oi, hurry up, loser!”

You look at Naruto, who practically rolls his eyes seeing Kiba. It’s not that he can’t stand him, but neither of them particularly likes the guy. You also accidentally notice Sasuke slightly turned toward you, offering a side glance ever since you bumped into someone, though he doesn’t seem to react.

You give an apologetic smile to Kiba before heading to the back of the club. Not necessarily intentionally standing near Sasuke or being instinctively drawn into his space, but Naruto and Himari are already on the other side of the table. The game is played in pairs. It would be dumb to pretend you’re not paired with him, especially since your cheeks are already red and you're secretly hoping for it.

You both grab vests from the coat rack and attach targets from the shelf onto different parts of your bodies.

Mind Toss isn’t exactly a genius game, but it involves talking to your partner. The one you just embarrassed yourself in front of. The really hot one. At the worst possible time, while you're tipsy and needy.

It’s a team game on a vertical board divided into a grid, where each square hides an action or a value. Each team starts in its own zone and must “attack” the opponent’s area using small paintballs.

Each team takes turns throwing, trying to hit the right squares.

The team with the most points after 10 throws wins (or whatever limit).

If a team hits a "trap" square, the other team gets to shoot a ball directly at the guilty player (from up close – just for fun, if they want to).

Sasuke looks at you, too intensely for you to concentrate on the game.

“Want me to throw first?”

“Y-yes.” You answer too quickly, turning slightly toward Naruto, who’s already grinning teasingly, while Himari chats about possible dares.

Sasuke hits a safe zone dead-center. Pretty precise. It already makes you feel insecure.

Naruto slumps. “Come on, man. You already—”

But gets cut off as Sasuke throws and hits him directly in the chest with a fluorescent dart. Naruto’s eyes widen.

“I already hate playing with you. You’ll make her win.”

You laugh, trying to ignore the presence next to you. You grab the ball without thinking, though your hand is shaking.

Sasuke watches you, wondering who this person in front of him is now. Why the change?

“You’re just jealous.”

You throw badly, as expected, and Himari picks up the challenge card for the missed target.

“Hm. You get a second chance to throw… but only if you keep your eyes closed and Sasuke guides you.”

She squints playfully toward Sasuke. You roll your eyes.

You glance at Sasuke as he steps closer, and you pretend to focus on the dart instead of how close he is.

Shutting your eyes, your skin goosebumping when Sasuke ends up behind you, whispering in your ear and guiding your hand, his fingers gentle on your burning skin. Your mouth parts slightly, a soft gasp escaping, and you’re too afraid to speak.

Sasuke notices and stares at you oddly before realizing—Oh. So it's because of me. Good.

“Okay, good. Stay with your hand like that.”

You nod, ashamed that his little praise already made your pussy clench.

“No, don’t lower it. Focus on my voice. Not too hard. A bit higher. Mhm, just like that. Now, let it go.”

You throw with a trembling hand, peeking with one eye, only to see it land on the table—far from Himari.

Naruto bursts out laughing.

“Hahaha, fucking weak ass. Not even close!”

You get annoyed and glance anxiously at Sasuke, but he doesn’t really react.

As the game progresses, you stop feeling so anxious. You even start teasing him.

You nudge his shoulder after he misses one.

“Oh no, is the great Sasuke Uchiha actually human? I was starting to think you were a robot.”

After your next throw lands barely in a scoring zone, you grin.

“Guess I’m not completely useless. You’re welcome for the carry.”

He side-eyes you with a small smirk.

“Right. Total carry.”

At one point, Naruto pauses.

“I’m going with Himari to get a shot. You guys coming?”

Sasuke shakes his head and you sigh.

“No thanks, I don’t have in my wishlist the desire to be in a coma by the end of the night.”

They leave.

You fidget, pretending to adjust the darts on the board, giving Sasuke a side glance.

“So… you’re the writer Naruto keeps complaining about?”

He raises an eyebrow, lips curling into an amused smirk.

“Complaining?”

You didn’t really think before speaking.

“Yeah… like, every time I talk about what I read, he says I have no life and that his annoying writer friend is the same and that we’d definitely link—”

But your voice fades near the end, and you look away.

Shut the fuck up.

Sasuke keeps his eyes on you, legs crossed casually, shoulders slightly leaned back.

“Oh? And what do you read?”

You can’t tell if his gaze is teasing, you just dance on to the background music that you barely hear, your cheeks even redder if that's possible.

But you don’t get to answer. Naruto returns with Himari, both much more cheerful. You almost exhale in relief.

“Sasuke!!”

He comes up to Sasuke’s ear while Himari clings to you, happier than before. You exchange a knowing glance.

Naruto heads forward with Sasuke while telling Himari he’ll be right back. You follow right after, especially when Sasuke throws you a look like “Come on.”

Before going out, you quickly run to the bar and throw back a shot, weaving through people and sharing a few reactions with beautiful girls around the club.

Outside, the three of you step out. Sasuke pulls a joint from his jacket and lights it, licking his lips slightly before taking a puff and blowing smoke to the side. You can’t help but watch.

Naruto grabs it eagerly and takes too big a hit—coughing instantly. Sasuke scoffs and you laugh, shifting from foot to foot, still slightly tipsy.

“You okay, dude?” you giggle, patting his back.

“Shut up,” Naruto rasps, recovering from the cough, and offers you the joint.

After 1–2 puffs, you already feel the regret creeping in.

Naruto taps his chest. “This shit tuff.”

You hand the joint back to Sasuke, gulping slightly as your hands touch—you're way too aware of his soft fingers.

Sasuke looks around before speaking.

“You probably shouldn’t smoke more. You haven’t in a while. And it’s your fault you’re an idiot,” he adds, before his glance comes to both of you again.

You and Naruto are now leaning against a piller, your head on his shoulder, both with eyes closed. The weed hits hard, making you sleepy.

Sasuke lets out a deep breath, annoyed before muttering to himself.

“Yeah, I get why you’re friends.”

Suddenly, a bottle shatters nearby. You and Naruto snap awake and look toward the sound.

Everyone turns to a red Mazda CX-5 (you're not sure), where one guy just smashed a bottle and is arguing. Two or three more guys show up, and something shady seems to be happening near the car. A woman—probably someone’s girlfriend—is on the side.

Naruto instinctively heads over. You jump a little and follow him, until you feel Sasuke pull you back, your back brushing against him.

You look up at him and he says,

“Don’t. He can handle it.”

You both watch Naruto walk over. Another guy from the left and one from the right go too. You whine a little before complaining.

“But I wanna see too! I can fight too!”

Sasuke tries to turn you around, ignoring your drunk whining.

“But it looks funnn-”

But when you see his gaze on you—commanding, almost—something inside wants to listen. Though in Sasuke’s head, he’s this close to letting you do whatever.

You roll your eyes playfully and pull him along by the hand.

“Fine. Then let’s play 1v1 as a reward.”

For whatever reason, Sasuke lets himself be pulled, unable to ignore how your ass looks in those pants as you dance your way back inside, still holding his hand.

Back inside, you’re hit again by the chaotic crowd—people pushing, trying to leave, likely because of the drama outside.

Sasuke pulls you aside and somehow, you end up close—your face near his chest. Your heart pounds.

You can’t take it anymore, swallowing hard before speaking.

“Uhm, should we wait here for Naruto?”

When you glance up at him, he’s already looking at you—then down at your lips.

Your brain short-circuits.

You don’t know if you’re delusional, but you're far too attracted to him. Your eyes flutter, and neither of you breaks eye contact. You lean in.

The second your lips brush his, it’s already too much. A soft gasp escapes you—breaking Sasuke’s cool for a second.

But to your surprise, he reacts almost instantly, pulling you into him with both hands. You throw your arms around his neck.

It’s a deep, filthy kiss—you pour into him all the heat that’s been crawling under your skin all night. A whimper slips from your throat as your fingers claw at the back of his neck, pulling him in like you want him inside you right there. You open your mouth wider and kissing his botton lip before bitting it, which only makes him tighten his grip around your waist, tracing almost closer to your ass.

You’re already soaked. It’s obvious in the way your body clings to him. The heat between you is dangerous, escalating quickly—too quickly for a packed club.

That’s when Naruto shows up.

“HEY—”

You both snap out of it, pulling away in a panic.

You turn away, cheeks flaming. Sasuke composes himself in one smooth motion, facing Naruto.

Naruto looks at you with a smug, knowing smirk—then at Sasuke. He’s barely able to hold in a laugh.

Damn. Already?

It’s a shock, especially coming from Sasuke—the one friend who never does this kind of thing.

As you head back toward the bar, Sasuke keeps holding your hand, and it only makes your insides warmer. You feel… safe. But also wildly embarrassed.

If you weren’t sober before, you definitely are now.

When you arrive at the bar, Sasuke lets go of your hand. It leaves you anxious. You don’t look back.

Kiba is nearby—you smile at him out of habit. He comes over to ask you something about your number, and while you’re talking, Sasuke gently nudges you forward, like he’s guiding you through the crowd, even though it could be just an excuse.

You get swallowed up by the people around you.

You’d love to think he did that because he’s jealous. And maybe… maybe he is.

Reaching the bar, you spot Sakura and Reina. Naruto has Himari close and is already talking to her about what just happened.

Sakura is on the dance floor and tries to drag Sasuke to meet one of her guy friends. He follows her without looking back at you.

Naruto lounges with Himari in the background while you make your way to Reina.

“We kissed,” you tell her, voice low but rushed.

Reina nearly spits out her drink.

“WAIT—what?! Are you serious? Already?? Girl!!”

“I mean… I don’t know. Maybe it’s just in my head, but—”

Reina bursts out laughing, watching how embarrassed you’ve become.

“Girl, what? You need another drink?”

“Yeah. I can’t do this. He doesn’t need to see me like this.”

“Why? He already saw you drunk. Why wouldn’t he like you now?”

You ignore her and grab a drink you didn’t really want. From the side, Naruto glances over at your beer—then at you.

A moment later, Sasuke returns with Sakura and sits down, casually catching sight of the drink in your hand.

He orders two bottles of water without saying much. Then he glances at Naruto—just a small nod—and they seem to understand each other.

After a quick sip, Sasuke gets up and walks over to you, handing you one of the waters, while Naruto sneakily slides your beer away.

“Drink. You’ll be sick in the morning.”

You look up at him, heartbeat pounding. After everything, you wonder if there’s more to his concern. But no. You’re just horny. That’s it.

Still, you say shyly, “Thanks…”

Sasuke walks away and you immediately smack Naruto on the arm.

“YOU FUCKING STOLE IT?!”

“Ouch! Hey!” Naruto rubs his arm where you hit him. “Yeah yeah… enough for tonight!”

You roll your eyes, but drop it. Maybe he's right for once.

*⋆────────────────────────────────────────*⋆

You all hang out a bit longer until the vibe slowly shifts toward going home.

Naruto announces he’s leaving with Himari—some reason or excuse—meaning there's room in Sasuke’s car.

“If I’m not going, you guys go with Sasuke.”

You eventually pile out. Sakura insists on sitting in the back with Reina.

“No, it’s fine. I’ll sit up in the back with Reina." She says.

Sakura and Reina already have their own little vibe going—laughing and chatting about the night. You chime in occasionally.

Eventually, they’re dropped off. Reina hugs you from behind the front seat, her arms around your neck before she hops out.

And then it’s just the two of you.

The car goes quiet, in contrast to the storm pounding in your chest.

You stare out the window until Sasuke interrupts your thoughts with a simple:

“Where do you live?”

You give him the address, and the rest of the ride is filled with tension. His fingers drum lightly on the steering wheel, but he keeps glancing over at you.

When you finally arrive closer to your home, you fumble for the door handle, signaling to slow down.

“Well… it was nice. I hope we see each—”

“Where do you think you’re going?”

Your head snaps toward him. His black eyes lock with yours, pupils slightly blown. The air shifts.

“Do you really think you can tease me like that and just go home and sleep nice and safe in your bed?”

Your core clenches—hard. And Sasuke sees how your thights just tensed.

“I didn’t mean to—”

“But?”

He leans in, placing a finger on your lips. Pulls it down slowly. Then runs his thumb over them, watching your mouth part slightly. He shows you his finger—his voice low and commanding.

“Suck.”

So you do. You suck on his thumb slowly, obscenely, keeping eye contact. You gag a little on purpose. Sasuke’s dick twitches at the sight.

He pulls his finger out, touches your cheek gently, then drags it along your lips, parting them.

“Your place or mine?”

You blink.

“Mine?” you whisper, dumbly.

He starts the car and drives.

Halfway there, his hand slips between your thighs, moving slowly—his touch confident and maddening.

You’re already soaked. And you’ve never felt more ashamed… or more turned on.

[daisynik7]

Make Me Sweat

Pairing: Aoi Todo x f!reader

Rating: Explicit - MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Word Count: ~2.5k

cw: written with a curvy reader in mind, canon-divergent (post-Shibuya but a happy one), all characters are 18+, explicit language, smut – cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, spit play, PIV sex (cowgirl position, mating press), breeding kink, praise kink, pet names (sweetie, sweetheart, baby, pretty girl, good girl), creampie 

Summary: With the start of the new year, you make it one of your resolutions to become more active. You begin at your apartment's fitness center, where you run into your muscle head, loud-mouth next-door neighbor, Aoi Todo. He offers his gratuitous advice, annoying you at first. But when he suggests a particular kind of workout, it piques your interest enough that you can't refuse.

Author’s Note: I used metric units (kg) to describe the weights. Also, I am no expert in lifting so please take all of this with a grain of salt LOL. I just know that canonically, these characters are fucking STRONG. I stopped with the tag list on this one bc technically this was a bonus fic and I wasn't sure if anyone wanted to be tagged in these. With that, please enjoy some shameless smut about our favorite JJK himbo! Divider credit to @/cafekitsune.

part 6 of to all the boys who live next door anthology series

When you said you wanted to start exercising more, you weren’t expecting this: being bounced up and down your next-door neighbor’s impressively huge cock. Yet, here you are, getting pounded with your ass slapping lewdly on his thighs. His big hands dig into the sides of your belly, his lips on the skin of your neck, voice gruff and husky.  “Told you, didn’t I?” 

Let’s rewind to a few hours earlier.

You haven’t been prioritizing yourself lately; your obligations during the day drain all the energy from you and your bed is always so enticing for a nap. When the new year approaches, you make it one of your resolutions to be more active. The gym in your apartment complex is finally open after being renovated the past three months and now, there’s really no excuses when the opportunity is just five floors below you. Your forego your usual nap and suit up in your favorite workout clothes, heading down the elevator to the fitness center. 

Luckily, it isn’t crowded; the only other people inside are Aoi Todo, your neighbor, and his pink-haired buddy, Yuji. They’re both at the weights section, Yuji doing squats with the barbell while Todo spots him, yelling at him encouragingly. “Come on, brother. Hold it, hold it! You got this!”

Yuji grunts, holding the deadlift for as long as possible, eventually dropping it to the floor with a loud thud. Todo claps emphatically, beaming at him. “That’s what I’m talking about!”

You smile to yourself, amused at Todo’s contagious enthusiasm. When he notices you, he gives you a nod, which you return, slightly embarrassed for being caught watching. 

Have you mentioned yet how fucking ripped he is? Today, he wears a loose tank, arm holes cut low to show off his extraordinary physique. Arms bulging with muscles, an incredibly large chest, a well-defined eight-pack. He’s built like a Spartan warrior, ready for battle, destined for victory. It’s impossible to ignore a body like his, even more impossible to ignore his eccentric attitude, which gets on your nerves when you have to listen to his noisy demeanor on the opposite side of the wall. 

The cardio section is on the other side of room, so you make your way to one of the treadmills, setting the level to a walking pace for a quick warm-up. Before you put your headphones in to listen to music, you eavesdrop of their conversation, observing them from your peripheral. 

“Good shit, brother,” Todo says, massaging his shoulders affectionately.

Yuji scratches his head, grinning. “Still got work to do to match my PR. After Shibuya, my strength hasn’t been the same.”

“You’re still the strongest fucker I know. Besides me, of course,” Todo adds, chuckling. “Spot me before you go.” 

They replace the already notable weights with what you suspect are heavier ones. Yuji whistles through his teeth. “300. You’re losing your touch, don’t you think?” he teases, nudging him in the ribs.

Todo digs into a container of powdered chalk, coating his fingers with it. “I’m taking it easy today. Don’t want to over-exert myself in case something exciting happens later.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

He grabs on to the barbell, smirking. “I don’t know yet. We’ll see.” Maybe it’s your imagination, but you can almost swear that his eyes meet yours for a split second in the reflection of the mirror. 

You continue to observe as Todo easily deadlifts 300 kg, as if it weighs nothing to him, repeating this ten times without breaking a sweat.

Yuji laughs, helping him rerack. “That’s crazy.”

Todo pats his back. “You’ll get there soon, brother. Once you’re fully recovered, you’ll be lifting more than me, I’ll make sure of that.” His unwavering support is actually endearing. Sure, he can be obnoxious, but this side of him is charming. 

Unfortunately, this sentiment doesn’t last long. Once Yuji leaves, Todo decides to choose the treadmill right beside you, purposefully neglecting the surrounding unoccupied cardio machines. You’re still at a walking pace, eyeing him suspiciously as he stands there, blatantly watching you with a cocky grin. “Did you enjoy the show?”

Avoiding his gaze, staring at the console in front of you, you mutter, “Excuse me, but I’m trying to focus here.”

“Focus on what? Walking?” he scoffs, leaning on the handrail nearest to you. “You’re not going to get far if you keep going at a snail’s pace.”

You roll your eyes, finally looking at him. “So what do you suggest, Oh-Wise-One?”

It’s meant to be sarcastic, but of course, he thinks you’re genuinely asking. “You’ve got to alternate between high intensity and low intensity. Sprint for thirty seconds, then walk for a minute to cool off. Then repeat. Simple as that.”

As much as you appreciate the gratuitous advice, you’re already familiar with high intensity interval training. You’re just nervous to actually do it, not confident in your running abilities. “I’m not a good runner,” you admit. 

“I’m sure that’s not true. Come on, show me what you got.” He crosses his arms over his pecs, waiting. 

Deciding it’s better to relent to him rather than argue, you brace yourself, upping the speed so that you’re doing an easy jog. 

“You can do better than that!” he hollers, reaching for the controls to increase the level, making the track move faster and faster. You’re sprinting full speed now, lasting about thirty seconds before you swat him away, tugging at the emergency shut off cord to stop it. 

You catch your breath, glaring at him, sweat starting to bead on your forehead. "What the fuck, are you trying to kill me?!"

He’s unfazed by your outburst and oblivious to the asshole move he made. “Don’t be so dramatic. You did great. You have really nice form.”

You don’t let his compliments dissuade you from being angry at him. “You can’t just do that without any warning. I’m still getting used to all this.”

“You’re right, I’m sorry,” he apologizes. “I won’t do that again.” He watches you take long sips from your water bottle, scanning your figure up and down. A coy smirk spreads across his face. "You know, if running ain't your thing, there are other workouts we can try that might suit you better."

You continue to drink, gradually regaining your composure. "Like what?"

He leans in close to you, breath hot on your ear. "Sex."

You choke on your water, using your towel to wipe the mess. Ready to give him an earful, he hops off the track, walking towards the exit. "If you want to work up a real sweat, you know where to find me. I promise to make it worth your while.”

And with that, he's gone, leaving you speechless. And intrigued. 

~~~

After dinner, you take a long shower, Todo’s unconventional suggestion replaying continuously in your mind. You’re almost certain it’s a ridiculous joke, though the more you analyze it, the less ridiculous it seems. In fact, by the time you’re drying off in front of the mirror, checking your reflection carefully, you’re seriously considering it. You’re not particularly tired from earlier, so maybe you have room for one more workout. And hey, if the offer still stands, why not take it?

You slide into a different pair of leggings, one that shows off your curves, and slip on a t-shirt, fulling prepared to exercise. In your running shoes, you walk the few steps next door and knock twice. When he doesn’t answer within the first ten seconds, panic sets in and you’re tempted to turn on your heel to retreat. Before you can, the door swings open and you’re greeted by Todo’s bare bust. He smirks, not at all surprised to see you standing in front of him. “Hey.”

Swallowing the thick saliva gathering on your tongue, you let out a meek, “Hello.” His enormous frame towers over you and you can’t help but salivate at the sight of him. You always assumed he’d be the type of guy to walk around shirtless in his apartment. Not that you’re complaining.

He beckons you inside, closing and locking the door shut behind him. “Can’t stop thinking about it, huh?”

You roll your eyes at him, cracking a smile simultaneously. “Well, it’d be rude to turn down such a generous offer, right?”

He lets out a small laugh, stepping towards you, gripping at your hips to pull you into him. “I knew you were a smart girl.”

You’ve severely underestimated how much bigger he is than you until this moment, as you peer up at him eagerly. “Todo.”

He bows his head down, mouth grazing your ear. “Aoi.”

“Aoi,” you repeat, breath hitching. 

“Good girl,” he praises, making you shudder with anticipation. “Tell me exactly what you want and I’ll give it to you.”

You paw at his chest, admiring his sculpted muscles, pressing your fingers into them without even making a dent. “I want you to give me that workout you promised me.”

“Yeah?” he croons, his noticeable erection strained in his sweatpants. “You want this fat fucking cock, don’t you?”

He’s as vulgar as you imagined he’d be and it only spurs you on. You link your arms around his neck, on your tippy-toes to meet him for a kiss. Instead, he hoists you up, holding you with his hands below your ass, your legs wrapped around his waist. His boner throbs as you buck your hips on him, desperate for friction on your aching clit. “You feel it, don’t you?” he purrs, grinding you against him. “That’s all for you.”

He carries you into the bedroom, kissing you sloppily with his massive tongue invading your mouth. When he can’t take it anymore, he tosses you onto the mattress, stripping his clothes off swiftly, you doing the same. He crawls on top of you, ogling your naked body, a lustful gleam in his expression. “You’re so fucking hot.”

“You’re so fucking big,” you blurt out in response, not knowing a better word to describe him. Because everywhere you look, Aoi Todo is big. Big biceps, a tremendous torso, a huge fucking cock ready to fill you the fuck up. You spread your legs open for him, practically begging for him to fuck you. 

“Look at this perfect pussy,” he coos, face inching closer to your cunt. He hocks a thick wad of spit directly onto your clit, smearing it with his tongue. “So wet for me.”

You squirm beneath him, unable to control yourself. “Fuck, Aoi,” you swear, toes already curling from the sensation. 

“I’m going to make you come first. Make this pussy extra creamy for my dick. Is that okay, sweetheart?” He massages circles into your clit with his thumb, looking up at you from between your thighs. 

“Yes,” you whine, trembling with arousal.  

“Good girl,” he says again, and you realize how fucking sexy it is when he praises you like this. “Can I finger you too?” 

“Oh god, yes,” you moan, growing impatient, needy for whatever he’s willing to offer you. 

With his lips latched to your clit, he teases your entrance with his middle finger, slowly sliding deeper until he bottoms out. He adds another digit, pumping inside you while he sucks on your bud, tongue swirling around it. You rock your hips against his face, greedy for more. Todo hums, encouraging you, the vibrations spurring you on until it’s too much. You come for him after a few more strokes, gushing all over his face. You reach down to grab his hair, trying to pry him off you, but he’s obviously way stronger and more resilient. “One more,” he muffles, chin shiny with your slick, his tongue flicking your clit. “For me.” He flashes you a cocky smirk that makes him even more impossible to deny.

You throw your head back into the pillows, staring up at the ceiling, hazy-eyed from the pleasure. The squelch of his fingers in and out of your wet cunt is obscene, combined with the shameless moans pouring out of you. After your second climax, or maybe it’s the third (you’ve lost count), he finally eases off you, slurping his digits clean to swallow up your juices. “You’re doing so good for me, pretty girl.” He strokes his cock in his fist, tapping the glistening head on your swollen clit. “It’s going to feel fucking amazing.”

You hum, the only response you can muster in this fucked-out state. 

“How do you want it, sweetie?” He lifts you off the bed, having you straddle his lap. “You want to ride me?” 

You nod, resting your head on his shoulder, yearning for anything. “Yes.”

“Fuck yeah,” he growls, slapping your ass before guiding his cock into your slippery cunt. You gasp, astonished by the extraordinary girth of him filling you up to the hilt. “You’re swallowing me up.” He spreads your cheeks apart, squeezing your ass in his grip. “That’s my girl.”

You gaze at him, pressing your forehead to his, sticky with sweat. “Fuck me,” you whimper, kissing him fiercely, completely enraptured by him.

He does, bouncing you on his lap, hitting your sweet spot over and over until you’re unraveling for him once more. “Told you, didn’t I? Told you I’d make it worth your while.”

Whatever semblance of rationale you had is gone. All you can think of is Todo’s manhandling you like a fucking rag doll, pliable and yielding to his every touch. Before you reconsider it, you spout the words, “Breed me,” wishing nothing more but to have his hot load leaking out of your cunt.

As if he wasn’t already feral enough, he most certainly is now, planting his feet on the bed to fuck up into you faster and harder. “That’s what you really want? You want my fucking seed in you? Oh fuck. I’ll give it to you, then. I’ll give it to you so fucking good.”

It happens quickly; you’re on your back again, folded nearly in half, knees to your chest, Todo fucking you in a mating press like his goddamn life depends on it. The mattress creaks noisily with each savage thrust he delivers. Sweat drips from his face onto yours as you kiss each other passionately, his massive body surrounding you as he floods your womb with his cum. “Fuck, milk it all out of me baby. That’s it. That’s my girl.”

You stay like this for a moment, allowing yourselves to catch you breaths and cool down. This really was a workout. Todo takes his time, reluctantly pulling out and watching his cum ooze out of you. 

“I can’t believe we did that,” you sigh, hiding your face in the pillow.

He gets comfortable beside you, giving you a smooch on the forehead. “Honestly, I’ve been wanting to do that for a while now.”

“Really?” You look at him, cupping his cheek gently, wiping the perspiration off his brow with your thumb. 

He smiles, nuzzling into your palm. “Yeah.”

“Then maybe we should make this a regular thing,” you suggest as you snuggle into his arms. 

“Sounds like a plan to me,” he agrees, embracing you.

And just like that, you have yourself a new and very, very personal trainer. 

[miokki]

✦ ONE MORE KISS!

✰ synopsis ; mass amounts of smooching them right before leaving/them leaving for something

✰ character(s) ; alhaitham x fem?!reader, ayato, lyney x gn!reader

✰ warnings: slightly suggestive on alhaitham’s?!

✰ notes: guys i kinda lost the plot/went insane with lyney—i wrote him a river for what was supposed to be 400 words. also not proof read bc im too tired for that.

❈ ALHAITHAM

you eye your figure in the bathroom mirror, your pupils locked on your lips as you applied the bold red, vibrant lipstick. every angle of your lips receives meticulous attention before you smack your lips together. the nail of your pinky finger meet the corners of your mouth, cleaning up any smudges you may have left. you step back, the soles of your shoes echoing off the bathroom tiles as you take in your makeup and outfit for the day. a smile spreads upon your lips at your proud work before you exit the bathroom.

a shiver runs through your body as you leave, the bathroom being considerably warm from your presence, a sharp contrast from the coldness of the rest of your house. nonetheless, you continue towards the other side of the house-diverting your body around the odd decorations that have suddenly appeared over the many months. your eyes shift at the many tables and stand around your house, searching for your handbag, seemingly placed carelessly from late last night.

yet, there was a particularly new scent in the air as you finally spotted it. you waft it in, the smell bringing you comfort. ah, coffee.

evidently forgetting about your bag or the need to get to work on time, you make your way to the kitchen. your eyes wandering around the corner to find your lover, in a pair of shorts and a loosely fitted, black tank top. the curves of your lips turning upwards as you watch him from afar, his fluffy grey hair in front of his eyes as he sleepily sips from his mug.

alhaitham takes several moments before he recognises your presence-finding you in the corners of his eyes as he rubbed his eyes open. his hair tucked to the sides of his face before pausing when you catch his eye.

"good morning to you, too." his croaky morning voice travels across the room.

you giggle at the display. you're quick to leave your leaning spot as you step towards your boyfriend. the sound of the mug vibrates in your ear as it's placed down on the counter in front of alhaitham, seemingly waiting for your embrace.

as you close the distance, your arms wrap themselves around your lover's neck like muscle memory. the muscles in your arms receive a satisfying stretch, in which you sigh. with the little space between you two, you stare up at him— the point of your noses closing the gap between. eyes glazing over another you gaze at his crimson-turquoise eyes as he stares back into you, his gaze softer than his usual, sharp look.

"good morning, my love," you hum, your voice resembling a honey-smooth memory.

alhaitham's hand wrapped around your lower torso, one of his hands rubbing up and down your back while the other remains at rest. his body swayed to the quiet atmosphere of your home, his eyes blinking slowly.

your boyfriend eyes open once again, this time intently staring at your attire. a sudden frown now on his thin lips.

"are you leaving for work already?"

oh!

"right. unfortunately so," you voice with a bit of reluctance in your tone-your head turning away from him before returning. "um, well i had to head off in like a minute ago, so i suppose i have some time to spare."

"habibti, what do you mean you had to leave–"

before he can finish, your lipstick-covered lips are on his. the lingering, bitter taste of coffee staining his lips as your right hand leaves his neck to cup his cheek. yet alhaitham becomes the one to deepen the kiss his tongue sliding into your mouth, your tongues twining around another. you pull away from the passionate kiss, your eyes now open as you observe your haitham's expression of longing. is that puppy eyes you see?

"okayy, maybe just one more," you say, your other hand now cupping his other cheek as you pull his face towards your lips.

your first attack is his cheekbones continuing to say 'one more' before leading to his forehead and some of his cloudy, grey hair, marking him with your lips. your lips' next destination his tall nose, both the tip and the bridge. unable to hold back, your continuous giggles fill both yours and his pair of ears as your knees bend slightly from your enjoyment. meanwhile, alhaitham is bathing in the attention you're showering him with, although the growing heat against his cheeks only seems to be getting hotter.

your tiny giggles vibrate in alhaitham’s ears and in his heart as you speak, “okay, this one is the final kiss,” you declare. your tone is playful as you pull him into a kiss—a light airy one, a peck on the lips.

after, your hands slide down from his face and to his forearms, gripping them softly as you step back. you observe alhaitham, his slouched, sleepy figure is no more-now replaced with a flustered mess of a man avoiding your gaze. the rest of his body, hot and still half-asleep from your affectionate attack. a breathy laugh escapes you, staring at the many kiss marks you've stamped onto the many angles of your face.

"i suppose, my spare minute it up, how unfortunate. i'll see you when home, lovely. miss me on you day off will, ya?"

❈ KAMISATO AYATO

the light smell of rain after a shower always seemed to bring a certain amount of comfort to your soul. the world becomes a quiet place whenever it makes its entrance, humans squirm at the thought of getting spattered on without their permission. it's a fun thought, however you are the same, you are human. as you, yourself, have waited for the rain to go on its way before going out on rather cut-short list of errands in inazuma city.

even after the length of your patience no longer has to stretch, the constant, stable sound of droplets has made you rather sleepy. perhaps, you should have listened to ayato when he suggested a indoors day together, covered in several blankets and the duvet, sharing each other's warmth through the snuggling. and while you did indulge for two hours, max, you couldn't help but twitch at unsolved problems you've yet to finish. the guilt of it eating you whole as you silently rolled off your futon placed on the floor and onto the tatami mat. your footsteps light and feather like as you dressed yourself before sitting down to watch the rain.

you sigh, pushing yourself up onto your feet and turning way from the door you've been waiting to leave since afternoon. your cold feet hit the floor quietly as you make your way around the kamisato estate and into the room you and your husband shared.

your breath hitches, your body tensing at the sight of the silky, ruffled, pastel-blue of his hair. ayato's back facing away from your view, the blankets covering everything below his shoulders. perhaps it's a guilty pleasure of yours

-staring at your husband-yet it's the rare moment you stop to savour. the vulnerability of it all. the less ambitious side of him, the man who sits and has all the time in the universe for his loved ones. you love that he shares it with you, you adore it.

you take a step forward towards ayato, only for him to stir in his sleep. the sound of a soft, throaty groans eluding him followed by a series of subtle shifts in his positions. unable to keep yourself from looking, you find him continuing to move until your lover has turned himself facing you. ayato's pale complexion staring back at you as an arm escapes the covers. he reaches out, reaching to you that no longer lies by his side.

your husband resumes his seemingly agitated fusses, his breath slows as his eyes begin to open. with ayato's head slightly lifted above he squints up at you. stares up at you. confused, his hand lazily placed in your usual spot.

your lover whines, "dear, what are you doing?" you tilted your head, playing coy, "what ever could you mean, my love?"

a sigh, an unappeased one left his pink lips as his ocean deep eyes gazed at you. his pastel-blue strands of hair falling over his eyes as ayato spoke.

"i refuse to believe that you're going out, not after noon." ayato's figure more up right as disapproves of what is to come.

you only hum, "so, what if i am? and what is it you're willing to do to get me to stay?"

you slid to your knees, your knees feeling the warmth of the futon as you close the gap between the two. two pairs of eyes now level with one another, ready for a trade.

"oh? and i thought i would be getting compensation for the time i lost without you by my side. yet, you want something in return for your absence," ayato pondered.

somehow, it has become your responsibility to be as your husband's side and fairly so. he says it as if it's your duty, as if the only person in the world who can is you. and your glad your husband has a good head on him, as he would be correct. it's yours for the taking and it will always be closed for anyone else but you. that you're sure of.

"¡ suppose, i could indulge in a little compensation," you answer reaching out to ayato's chin, taking it between your index and your thumb.

and then you bring your lips quick and close to his cheek before kiss his plumb, soft skin. you pull away, yet before ayato can get another word in you kiss his other cheek, and then under his eye. your lips littering as many kisses as you can before you run out of breath.

you take a shaky inhale, your fingers shooing the hair from your face. seeing past your hand, you watch a luminescent smile seep through ayato's metal, cold exterior. his rounded cheeks painted over with pink watercolours, his eyes forever an ocean-like blue.

"there," your chest continues to raise and lower, gradually returning to its usual pace. however, with ayato your 'usual' tends to vanish with just simple touches. "is this compensation enough for you, my lord?" irony coiled around your tone.

ayato stares into you, his eyes laced with sincerity, "i believe the rightful compromise is your return, my love." your heart throbs in secrecy.

"and i will, hun. i just have to run a few errands, my mind will not rest until i have." just thinking about the return has raised a smile on your lips.

❈ LYNEY

in the many corners of teyvat the world becomes calm during evenings and nights, more bearable for some. however, not one place inside or out can replicate a fontainian night, not to par, not with the same signature. the night is soft, a comforting feeling permanently weaving itself through the dark blue. a renowned chill waves through the air as fontaine and its people are awake for an outing. while the streets aren't busy many stroll on the many streets there are to walk on, usually shopping, dining or visiting what the opera epiclese has to offer. often a show one of its kind, and tonight; lyney the magician.

in your opinion, besides trials, lyney is your favourite stage to watch at the opera epiclese. perhaps it's personal bias as he is your lover and all, yet there is a way he glows on a stage that bewitches your senses, fries your heart and mind into a frenzy of feelings. lyney was meant for the stage, whether it be big or two seats at a dinner table, he was born to be seen. that itself is a hill you're willing to die on.

however, it seems a recurring voice in your boyfriend’s head has allowed him to believe otherwise, even for a singular night. there’s hurt in your core watching it, the uncoordinated rambles leaving his pink lips and the worry in his tone making your eyebrows furrow. the bright lamp lights illuminating both of your faces, however, the intensity of them is more than enough to make you squint. yet, among the rambles you find yourself leaning against a wooden crate backstage and staring at him, his hair unnerve and frantic from constant fingers running through and his forehead shimmering from the anxious sweat.

the magician paces back and forth between two spots, the way he's twisting around in the same spot making you believe that the floorboards may give in before he stops. his thoughts racing out loud he sputters, "—how did i do this before-i swear i wasn't as nervous as last time. do you think i've forgotten something?"

"i think you're forgetting how wonderful of a performer you are, lyney," you say with an aim to comfort him.

his pitch gains height, "but your view of me is different than everyone else! what if can't manage to entertain the audience this time?"

your eyes pause in one place as you continue to follow lyney's stressful strutting. his movements coming to a stop as he plants both the soles of his boots on the ground, his toes facing you. his lovely lilac eyes solely on you, awaiting your response, hoping for a hint of reassurance. a thing that you will gladly grant over and over again.

"sweets, you know very well that you can capture an audience, even with just your smile. you captured me with it." your answer sounded with more hurt in your heart than you would put merit for. yet, you forever wish he could see himself through your own admiring eyes.

"dear, you say it as if i've taken your heart prisoner in," he trails off, his usual, playful tone slowly returning back to the world.

you push off the box, taking several steps forward, your steps causing the planks to squeak. the wood—old and beaten, unafraid of appearances and allowed to be its withered self at the expense of being only for performers, away from the rest of the world.

"oh, but you have, dear. haven't you, lyney?" there's a certain amount of swing in your step as your voice embraces a melodramatic feature.

you observe his unsure expression as you near. unsure of what you mean, unsure of what your planning mind is thinking and unsure of what you're feeling, for your mask of mist is overwhelming.

you stand close to him, only a small gap between your feet, "yet, i must confess i want my heart to be forever yours. don't hold it in the hands i've placed it in. carefully hold it next to yours as i've done with your own." your voice is soft, your fingers delicately guiding themselves to the left of his chest, a palm pressing against the frills and fabric that lay before his heart.

his hazed eyes meet your gaze as you look up, imagining the scent of lavender as you study lyney's gaze. his breath is ragged, your hand moving to the rhythm of his lungs working. your beloved doesn't respond to your request, he doesn't know how. yet, you know he'll follow, even through thin silence and a fluttering breath.

you smile, propping yourself up onto the wooden surface propped up by the wall, a large vanity of sorts. you lift a hand motioning lyney towards you.

"come, let me braid your hair," you say, the topic from before becoming something to now ponder over.

he's quick to move back into you, in between your legs as you comb a hand through his ashy blonde locks. first, a nail runs from his hairline to create a part in his hair, although most of his hair is sectioned off to the side you're not going to braid. you comb another hand through the hair, the strands soft between fingers as you section a part close to his face before splitting it into three. taking one of the outer strands, you lay it over the top of the middle strand before repeating the process several times.

"lyney, my love, could you please turn around," you request, switching hands and tightening your grasp on his hair.

your lover winces and you let out a chesty chuckle as he begins to face you with a pout. you observe the unfinished work placed on the side of his face, before eying him. a sudden urge nudges your mind, yet you indulge by placing a kiss on his cheek and then asking him to turn around for you again.

"h-hey!" he exclaims, pink slightly airbrushed onto his pale cheeks.

you tease some more, looking up at the clock in the corner of your eye; motioning to it, "you choose, you have ten minutes before you're out on stage."

you swear you heard a hushed huff as he faced away from you once again. lyney’s hair is at your disposal as you continue braid, your fingers raking through both his hair and scalp as you continue to intergrade more strands into the singular plait behind his ear. your eyes graze his bare skin—specifically the back his neck and shoulders. lips getting dangerously close, your breath caressing your partner’s shoulder before the two connect in short.

a smile widens on your lips as you feel your boyfriend slightly squirm under your touch. yet, you're inclined to kiss his pretty skin, leading from the outs of his shoulder to the point where his neck and back meet. you pepper many of your kisses until his skin feels feverish. until you have braided to 'til there is only a tuff at the end of the braid.

you tie the hair off, sweeping it behind his ear as he begins to face you, "thank you," he breathes out.

"you'll do great, i promise." you cup his cheek, "your nerves aren't out of the blue lyney, it happens."

you press one more kiss, this time against the plump of his cheek.

"i’ll see you out in the crowd, my love."

you only reply with a smile.

do not copy of repost any of my works.

@ miokki 2024

[astralis-ortus]

agent(s) of chaos

✱ boyfriend!bc x gn!reader

— there's a reason why you love game nights with your boyfriend's second family.

w.count → 1.1k genre → fluff, a dash of comedy warning → mild cussing (i think? it's just hints), the chaos that is ot8 stray kids, one time jump, and reader is referred to as baby! no gender specific attributes mentioned aside from reader's hair being soft, heh a.n → based on this request! not gonna lie, i actually got a slight headache from imagining the chaos throughout the fic lol even in my head they're /that/ loudㅠ heh ⋆ see masterlist

game nights with your boyfriend and his friends might not happen often; but once they all come together and get the event date set?

oh, a (good) chaos will definitely ensue.

“goddamit—chan hyung! get your eyes on the game!”

“yeah! go get it, seungmin!”

“felix you bronze—step on it! catch up!”

a collective of cheers and disappointed groans were imminent as soon as yoshi, seungmin’s character of the night, crosses the finish line; leaving dry bowser and baby mario—which respectively belongs to han and chan, in second and third place. If you didn’t know any better, you would have thought the boys were just competing in some major mario kart competition.

“­wah chan hyung—you’re seriously so bad at this!” changbin loudly protests—to which you genuinely thank yourself for pushing through with the rented villa agenda—while throwing his head back against the sofa in desperation. lee know, their other unfortunate teammate on the other hand, is busy pretending to box against your cackling boyfriend, having a string of ‘sorry’s falling from his lips.

“argh!” switching his target in desperation, changbin immediately puts his hands together and faces you with his attempt of salvation. “please switch teams with me! i can’t do this any longer! he’s so bad!” he pleaded, nearly earning himself a thrown nintendo controller on the head from chan if it wasn’t for your swift hands, snatching the heavy plastic from your pouting boyfriend. Well, not that you mind though, considering how adorable your boyfriend looked while he sulks.

“yah yah yah—changbin hyung!” seungmin intercepted—and if you know something about the kim seungmin, then his iconic multiple-hit comment is about to pop off. “no one told you to be so bad with rock paper scissors anyway!” the younger pointed out, a smug grin etched across the span of his face, “that’s why you ended up with chan hyung!”

“hey!” your boyfriend was the first to react, pointing at the smug younger one—and of course, it’s not changbin if he didn’t follow suit.

“yah! you prick!” huffing and puffing, changbin was quick on his feet as soon as seungmin stuck out his tongue, further provoking the curly haired male while he ran away—only to fish more of changbin’s loud shouts after the younger. “yah kim seungmin! come back here!”

series of laughter follows the disappearance of the two; to which everyone know by heart now, is also the best time for the rest of the kids to take their water and bathroom break—and alongside that, also became the best time for chan to finally take a proper look at you.

“you’re still good, baby?” the switch in his demeanor made you giggle as you lean into chan’s warm touch on your cheek. despite having witnessed the shift countless of times, the way chan’s voice became very soft when he spoke with you never fails to make your heart flutter. “it’s almost 1 am, aren’t you sleepy yet?”

“i’m good,” a smile follows your simple answer whilst your arms found their home around your boyfriend’s waist, snuggling closer to his warmth while chan lifts your legs to cross over his lap. “can last at least 2 more games, i think. besides, i drank some of the coffee jeongin brewed earlier, remember?”

chan’s exaggerated sigh along with his usual disapproving head shake ignites another set of laugh within you, fishing another pout to appear on his plump lips. “knew i shouldn’t have trusted jeongin,” he dramatically piched his nose bridge, trying to look as disappointed as he could. “he’s part of the bad peaches club after all.”

“i heard that!”

jeongin’s resounding shout from the kitchen startles both you and chan—causing your laughter and chan’s to grow in volume. “not sorry!” chan’s reply simply earned a grunt from the younger, not wanting to further continue the discourse while he’s busy arguing with hyunjin about who can get their hands on the last can of beer in the fridge.

“but anyway,” chan’s gaze softened as they returned to you, running his fingers mindlessly in your soft hair, “tell me whenever you feel sleepy, okay? we’ll go to bed right away.”

“i know,” an exaggerated sigh left your lips as you immitate your boyfriend’s previous antics, “this isn’t my first rodeo, you know?” you snickered as you playfully stuck out your tongue—which in turn only further cause the adoration in his chest to bubble.

oh, how he wish you’re all alone right now. he’d immediately tackle you into a cuddle and plant several dozens of light kisses across your face and neck—but he must resist. after all, he wouldn’t want the kids to tease you over something like that.

“gosh, you’re so annoying,” he hummed, lips betraying him as it formed into a massive grin across his lightly flushed cheeks, “think you’ve been hanging around the kids too much. i should keep a schedule for your visits from now on.”

“nooo!”

4 round of games and 20 minutes later, another wave of commotion returns as the race for second place—since first place has again been coveted by the representative agent of chaos, the kim seungmin—ensues between lee know and han.

“han jisung! step on it step on it!”

“lee know hyung! shi—why are you getting as bad as chan hyung!”

“yah! baby, tell—“

chan’s words immediately died down in his throat as soon as his gaze landed on your peacefully sleeping face—plea to defend himself from his kids vaporized and replaced with a soft thump in his chest. You looked so peaceful with your head resting against his shoulder—a massive contrast to the chaos surrounding you—and chan could feel his heart swell. you looked so cute; especially with your fingers wrapped tightly around the controller seungmin had just handed you a few moments prior.

had you been fighting off the drowsiness all along?

carefully pulling you into his lap, chan smiled as he gently peeled the controller off of your hand before dropping it directly onto hyunjin’s unsuspecting lap, startling the younger.

“ya—“

“shut it,” chan hissed between gritted teeth, easily pulling hyunjin’s focus from the chaos happening on screen and to you—who immediately nodded his head knowingly when he realized what’s happening.

“yah lee min—ow! what was th—oh.”

chan’s next target was changbin—who immediately received a slap on the back instead of chan’s quiet warning. it’s rather effective, however, considering outside of the two current players, everyone now has their eyes on you.

“keep it quiet—if my baby wakes up because of any of you,” chan eyed every single one of his kids, not even caring how severe the teasing he’ll receive by the daylight will be for whatever he’ll be saying next,

“i’m not gonna let it slide.”

©️ astralisortus, 2024. | likes and reblogs are highly appreciated♡

[prythianpages]

When I Kissed the Teacher | Cassian

summary: After shameless flirting and one drunken confession, you decide to finally own up to your feelings for Cassian.

warnings: fluff, some suggestiveness/reader thirsting for Cas bc who wouldn't??

a/n: @daycourtofficial suggested this song and idea so big shoutout to her! Though I did a poll and Az won (you can find his version here), I decided to also write a version for Cas as a huge thank you for following me! I just reached 1k ♥ For the sake of this fic, Nesta and Cas are just good friends.

This is part of my ABBA x ACOTAR series (masterlist) where I dedicate a song to a character (:

Cassian strolls along the hallway, a carefree whistle coming from his lips. A towel is draped casually over his shoulder, barely doing anything to cover his well-defined upper half. A satisfying workout has left his muscles pleasantly fatigued and a content smile on his face. He usually trains in the morning but he had to rearrange his schedule to accompany Azriel on a trip to Windhaven.

A creaking sound halts his steps and he turns his head to find you, his favorite trainee, struggling to open the door that leads to the infamous ten-thousand steps. Cassian watches you struggle for a moment longer, suppressing a laugh at the way you huff out in exasperation, allowing your forehead to fall against the door in defeat.

“What are you doing?”

Your head whips around in response, a dizzying blur, causing a momentary loss of balance. As your entire weight leans against the door, it finally yields with a creak. Both the house and Cassian spring to action. A sudden gust of wind sweeps through, slamming the door shut and sending you stumbling forward instead.

Cassian catches you in his arms, one hand securing the small of your back while the other cradles the back of your head. Seemingly unfazed by the dangerous fate you almost, quite literally, threw yourself into, you appear nonchalant as you pull back slightly.

"I'm going out.”

As you speak, Cassian catches the subtle scent of ripe red berries coming from your breath. He recognizes it as Mor’s favorite wine. His hazel eyes graze over your body, taking in your thin cami top and shorts with heart patterns that match the hearts on the fluffy slippers you wear.

“Are you drunk?” He asks, his voice warm with amusement.

You don’t answer him, seemingly distracted by his bare chest. A thin line of sweat makes the black ink of his tattoos glisten, enticing you to lean in and have a taste. If you had drank a bit more, perhaps, you would’ve. But for now, you're content to place your hands on his chest instead, heart fluttering at the sensation of the hard muscle beneath. 

“Mmm, you’re absolutely delicious. Has anyone told you, you should be shirtless more often?”

Cassian chuckles. He’s caught you staring at him during training, often flexing his muscles on purpose for you to give you a better show. And it’s no secret that he finds you attractive too, especially after you coaxed it out of him one morning.

“Get off that pretty ass of yours and give me fifty.”

Your mouth falls open but it’s not the fifty push ups you’re gasping over. “You think I’m pretty?”

His gaze lowers, trailing down your body appreciatively before lifting back up to meet your eyes again. His lips twitch upwards and there’s a sparkle in his hazel eyes. “I think you’re many things, sweetheart. Doesn’t keep you from giving me fifty. On the floor. Now.”

Flirting is common between you two but even then, there’s no way you’d say those words sober to him. “Yup, you’re drunk,” Cassian says. He makes a mental note to chide Mor the next morning for letting you out of her sight.

“And you’re Cassian. My favorite teacher.” You grin lazily at him, a finger grazing a path over to where his heart beats. Your touch creates a ripple of warmth, prompting his heart to lurch forward, craving for more of it. 

Get it together, he thinks as he reminds himself that you’re drunk.

“Mr. Cassian. My Mr. Cassian. My Cassian.”

A flush of warmth paints his cheeks at your slur of words and he doesn’t care if you don’t mean those words the way he’d like you to. You probably won’t even remember tonight and it’s this thought that gives him the courage to reciprocate. His fingers grip your chin lightly, thumb sweeping over your cheek softly.

“Your Cassian,” he affirms gently, a small smile playing on his lips. If only you knew how much he adored you... 

Hearts take shape in your eyes, softening your gaze.  You throw your arms around his neck, pulling him closer into your drunken embrace. Cassian responds, his hands securing beneath your knees, effortlessly lifting you. A playful giggle escapes you, only to be hushed when you notice him carrying you away from the door.

“No, Cas,” you shake your head at him. Attempting to squirm away, you insistently gesture back towards the door. Yet, his arms around you tighten, holding you in place. “We’re going the wrong way! Rita’s is that way!”

“We’re going to bed.”

Your squirming stops and you draw back, looking up at him with a flirtatious flutter of your eyelashes. “We are?”

“You–you’re going to bed. Your own bed, where you will sleep…alone,” Cassian finds himself stammering as he avoids your gaze.

“I don’t want to be alone,” you reply and he can hear the frown in your voice. “I want to be with you.”

“Cauldron boil me,” Cassian curses, quickening his steps. The faster he can get you to your room, the better.

When Cassian finally reaches your room, he thanks the house for opening the door for him. Your silence prompts him to assume you’ve fallen asleep. As he carries you to your bed, his eyes wander around your room, taking in the small details. His heart swells with warmth when he catches a glimpse of the book he had given you over training methods–his favorite book–sitting on your nightstand.

Cassian pulls the covers off your bed and feels you stir in his hold, arms and legs tightening around him as if you could sense his impending departure. He literally has to pry your grip off of him so he can lay you down on your bed. He tucks you in with such tenderness that it sobers you up for just a moment, eyes blinking open. “Can’t you stay?”

The pout you give him is endearing and tugs at his heartstrings.  “I’m sorry, I can’t.”

“But–”

He brushes your hair back with a soft expression on his face that would’ve had you melting, if you weren’t upset by his rejection. 

"Not when you’re like this.”

“But…,” you begin again. A pleading look fills your eyes and there’s a subtle wobble of your lips. “What if I tell you I love you?”

Cassian pauses. His eyes study your face in contemplation. He would love nothing more than to slip under the covers with you but he remains firm in his resolve. So with a soft pat to your head, he says, “tell me when you’re sober, sweetheart.”

**

“Tell me when you’re sober, sweetheart,” you mock Cassian’s voice with a scowl the next morning. Contrary to Cassian’s belief, you remembered everything. “Ugh! He might’ve well just told me he hates me!”

“Or maybe, I don’t know, hear me out,” Nesta begins, raising her hands before you could interrupt. She sits across from you on your bed, already dressed in her training leathers. “He wants you to confess to him when you’re sober.”

Emerie, who leans against your desk, giggles at the look on your face. “Don’t be rational, Nesta,” she says in a teasing tone. “He totally hates her.”

The door to your room creaks open and Gywn steps in with a slight frown. “Hurry up! We’re going to be late for our morning session,” she then looks at you, her frown deepening when she takes note of your disheveled state. “Y/n, what are you still doing in your pajamas?”

 “I’m not going today. Tell them I’m hungover,” you tell her with a grimace, pretending to be sick. Nesta rolls her eyes at your dramatics. “I think I’m going to throw up. You should go before I do.”

Gwyn glances toward Emerie, who had also been drinking with you and Mor last night. She then turns back to you with narrowed eyes. “Emerie seems just fine to me.”

Emerie shrinks back with a small blush. The two of you exchange a look. Yes, you had been drinking with Mor and Emerie last night. But you had done most of the drinking while your friend snuck off with the pretty blonde.

“Leave her be,” Emerie says as she stands up straight, covering for you the same way you had for her.  “I’m sure Cas will understand, given the state he found her in last night.”

“What? Don’t tell me you confessed your feelings while drunk,” Gwyn says with an amused giggle. As the silence stretches, her eyes widen, head turning to you. You're quick to avoid her gaze, prompting her to remark, "No wonder he's blushing like a fool today."

That makes your head perk up almost immediately, eyes finding hers only to see the playful glint in her eyes. Nesta and Emerie laugh while you fling one of your pillows at Gwyn. She catches it with ease and throws it back at you. Surrendering to the teasing, you let the pillow hit you, collapsing onto the comforting expanse of your bed, hoping the blankets might swallow you whole.

“Can you all just leave me be?” You groan. “I’d like to wallow in my own embarrassment alone.”

"Fine," Nesta sighs, patting your leg as she hops off your bed. "But don't think about skipping tomorrow's training!”

**

The next morning dawns, and you find yourself unable to face training, still grappling with the aftermath of your drunken confession to Cassian. Out of all the fish in the sea of Velaris, your heart chose to hyperfixate on him. Your teacher. 

As night falls, you're contemplating skipping training again. It's only another day, and with Friday approaching, the weekend promises a much-needed break. This extra time might be just what you need to gather the courage to face him once more.

Turning in for the night, you cast a glance towards your nightstand. There, beside the book Cassian lent you, sits an untouched hangover tonic. It appeared the morning after your first skipped training session. When you thanked your friends, they had only looked back at you in confusion. You didn’t have to guess who left it there for you after that.

With a sigh, you close your eyes. One of these days, you'll tell him you dream of him every night. Until then, you savor the bittersweet anticipation and allow sleep to pull you into its embrace.

In the sweet haven of your dream, you and Cassian stroll through the center of Velaris as the city shimmers around you. Cassian laughs, the sound echoing like a sweet melody. The two of you then find yourselves in a meadow bathed in moonlight. A sea of luminescent flowers surround you and as the wind blows around you softly, Cassian sneezes. It’s your turn to laugh then.

Cassian rolls his eyes at you and then reaches for your hand, his touch warm and reassuring. He pulls you into a dance with a smile that fills your heart with warmth and–

Your body stirs at the sudden loss of warmth and the soft smile that was on your lips morphs into a frown. Something seizes your ankles, yanking you down the bed. With a sudden jolt, your eyes fly open, and a scream escapes your throat. It takes a moment to recgonize the hazel eyes glaring down at you.

“I hope that dream of yours was beautiful because you’re about to have a nightmare of a training session,” Cassian huffs but there’s a teasing to his tone. “Come on, get up.”

Staring up at him in surprise, your heart flutters, still entangled in the remnants of the dream. Unsatisfied with your lack of response, Cassian leans forward and effortlessly picks you up, hoisting you over his shoulder. The trance shatters, and you protest, kicking and punching.

"Hey! Let me go!" you exclaim, your resistance met with Cassian's apparent indifference as he heads towards the door.

"At least let me freshen up and change!" you plea in exasperation. "You can't expect me to train in my pajamas!"

Cassian rolls his eyes because if you had woken up early like usual, you would’ve had more than enough time to change into something more comfortable for training. He doesn’t care. He just needs you to be there. On time.

“I’ll catch a cold or freeze to death on the rooftop!”

He pauses, his wings shuddering at the thought. While he doesn’t care about what you wear,  he does care about you. Setting you down, Cassian regards you with a stern expression, though his stomach flutters. He hadn’t seen you since that night.

“You have 5 minutes.”

Cassian watches as you spring into action, your hurried footsteps echoing through the room as you run toward your bathroom. He bites back the urge to laugh. He’d never seen you run so fast.

**

Cassian was not exaggerating when he said you were in for a nightmare of a training session. Much to your dismay, your friends were all under Azriel’s instruction for the morning, allowing Cassian’s attention to solely focus on you. Something you normally would’ve swooned over but given your current tension…

“You’re doing it wrong.”

You let out a huff and lower your sword, dragging the pointy edge along the gravel. A scowl taints your features. “I need a break.”

Cassian shakes his head at you. “Not until you get this move right.”

He moves to stand behind you, placing his hands at your waist. Suddenly, you're thankful for the vigorous activity Cassian pushed you into. It allows you to put full blame for your heavy breathing on the demanding training and not on the way Cassian’s warm breath tickles your ears as he instructs you on how to properly position yourself.

“Like this,” he tells you, using a knee to prod your legs further apart.

Your knees wobble and once again, you blame it on your exhausted muscles. Cassian chuckles, the hands on your waist helping hold you steady. “Are you drunk, y/n?” He teases.

You turn your head to glare at him. “I’m sober.”

Cassian raises an eyebrow at you. “Oh?”

You toss your sword aside, freeing yourself from his hold, and spin around to face him. "And you want to know something else?"

Crossing his arms against his chest, Cassian's lips twitch upwards. He’s fully aware of the way your gaze momentarily dips down, catching the flex of his biceps. "What?" he prompts, the hint of a teasing smile playing on his face. 

Suddenly, the words die at your throat as you meet his gaze again. The intensity in his eyes rattles your nerves and you feel the courage slowly slipping away. Desperate to not let this moment slip through your fingers, you curl your fingers into his leathers and yank him down to your height. Choosing to show him instead, you lean forward and press your lips to his.

You pour out all your feelings into the kiss, heart quickening when he begins to reciprocate. His arms wrap around your waist, pulling you flush against him. He’d dreamt of this moment just as much as you did and now that he had a taste, he didn’t want to stop.

Unfortunately, for him, the screams tearing through the training grounds have you pulling away. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see Emerie and Gwyn, going wild and playfully tugging at Nesta’s arms while she laughs. Even Azriel indulges in a chuckle.

Blush creeps into your cheeks. You hold your breath as the world seems to stand still. However, instead of an awkward response, Cassian simply smiles, the flush of his cheeks matching yours and you feel like you can breathe again.

“I like you,” you finally confess, exhaling as your gaze dips downward. “Like might not even be sufficient enough at this point…"

Cassian's fingers gently grip your chin, coaxing your gaze back up to his. His thumb sweeps over your cheek in a tender caress—the same way it did on the night of your drunken confession. But this time, he doesn't hold back. He allows his thumb to trace the soft plush of your lips next.

And if the gleam in his hazel eyes was not enough to send you to the seventh heaven, his next words did.

“I like you too.” Cassian says with a fond smile.

Your lips lift into a smile of your own as you look back at him. But it's short lived. There's a flash of red and then Cassian is forcing your sword back into your hands.

"I thought we were done for today," you groan, knowing that you in fact were not done. You just hoped your confession would've distracted him enough.

The soft smile on Cassian's face is replaced with a smug smirk. "Not until you get this move right, sweetheart. In position. Go."

a/n: hope you all enjoyed this one! ❤️ idk how siphon powers work 100% but let's just roll with Cas's siphons being able to pick up a sword.

tagging: @hellodarling1357 , @kennedy-brooke, @scooobies

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first encounter ⟢ CL16

⟢ part two of you’re the closest to heaven that i’ll ever be

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PAIRINGS: charles leclerc x celestial!reader

SUMMARY: all thanks to leo, charles finally got the chance to meet you—the celestial being who has consumed his every waking thoughts, and managed to find out new things.

REMINDERS: this is purely fiction, the way how the character is portrayed in my story does not reflect the person that is portraying my character in real life. always separate fiction from reality, and do not repost or copy my work in any way.

WARNINGS: bible angel names references, some people may find this fic offensive, concept of divine beings and heaven & life and death, no use of y/n, angels and devils, mentions of papa leclerc (beginning is set in 2017) and jules bianchi, fluff, falling (literally & figuratively) in love, named side characters, angst but with a happy ending, purely written fic, a little bit of world building (concepts), mentions of death, bad/evil people, cursing, not proofread, and typos.

WORD COUNT: 5k

AUTHOR’S NOTE: this fic may not be some people’s cup of tea, if you don’t like it, don’t read it. sorry it took me a LONG time to post the part 2 of this series, i already have this on my drafts but never got the time to check on it bc i’ve been working on my other series (fa14 series), but finally, here it is! the part 3 may take a long time to be posted again 🥲 but you don’t have to worry bc i intend on finishing this series. taglist is open for this series, so just comment or message me if you want to be tagged. your comment/reblog is highly appreciated, and i hope you’ll enjoy this second part of the series!

It was a warm late afternoon in Monaco, and Charles had finally pulled himself out of his apartment, hoping that some fresh air and Leo’s cheerful company might turn off the constant thoughts running through his mind. Since that night in Singapore, you had been all Charles could think about—the image of you standing before him, looking at him as though you knew the secrets he hadn’t even dared to ask himself. Charles had barely gotten a word in before you disappeared, leaving him with nothing but more questions.

The park was mostly empty, allowing him and Leo to stroll without the usual flood of cameras or people hoping to get a quick word with him. Charles enjoyed these rare quiet moments, watching Leo run through the grass, capturing photos of him mid-leap, his ears flapping, and his tail wagging in pure delight. For a while, it was peaceful—that is until Leo began barking persistently, his gaze fixed on something in the distance.

“Leo, calme-toi.” Charles called, trying to soothe his normally docile dachshund.

Leo rarely barked at nothing, and Charles couldn’t see what had him all stirred up. As he looked past Leo, his heart skipped. There you were, standing at the edge of the park, just as he had remembered you, dressed in black, untouched by the brightness of the world around you, as if you had stepped from a different realm entirely. Slowly, Charles walked over, kneeling beside Leo, who was still barking.

“Can you see her too, buddy?” Charles asked softly, but Leo only turned his head back towards you.

His barks began shifting into a delighted whine, tail wagging as though greeting an old friend. To Charles’ amazement, Leo took off towards you, bounding across the grass with uncharacteristic excitement. You bent down on one knee as Leo reached you, his small body pressing happily against your touch. Charles just stood there and watched, captivated by the whole sight, how your hand moved over Leo’s fur, and how the dog responded, oblivious to the fact that what he felt was something beyond the ordinary. You then looked up at Charles and smiled, a gentle, knowing expression on your face.

“Hello, little one,” you murmured to Leo, reaching out to stroke him. Your gaze followed Leo’s figure as he trotted back toward Charles. “He’s a beautiful soul. It’s clear how well you take good care of him, he is very happy with this life.”

Charles swallowed, taken aback by the warmth of your words. He felt a huge wave of relief washing over him, and somehow, you were not a figment of his imagination. You were in front of him, speaking to him, your voice soft but firm, grounding him in the reality of your presence.

Noticing a bench nearby, you gestured, “shall we sit?” Charles nodded.

He followed you as you walked, though he kept glancing around as if worried that someone might catch him talking to thin air. The two of you sat side by side, your gaze focused on Leo as he scampered around, while Charles couldn’t seem to look anywhere but at you. The silence between you felt almost sacred, deafening, thick with all the unspoken questions he longed to ask.

“I know you have many questions,” finally, you broke the silence. Your voice was gentle. “Especially as to why you can see me, when others could not.”

Charles let out a shaky breath, nodding. “I—I don’t understand. I’ve seen you before, but you keep on disappearing, and no one else…they never see you.” his voice was a soft murmur, filled with confusion and wonder.

“Our kind, like myself, we’re not meant to be seen by human eyes. We’re here to watch and guide, but only from afar. Most humans only sense us as a passing feeling, a presence.” you softly said, as you studied him with a faint smile. “But in your case, you see me. Truly see me.”

“Why, though? Why am I able to see you?” Charles’ brows furrowed, his gaze intent on yours.

You turned to look at Leo, who was now sitting a short distance away, watching the two of you with a curious tilt of his head, and you couldn’t help but smile at the sight of Leo.

“It’s rare, Charles. But sometimes, there is a connection between our kind to your kind that goes beyond the veil. I’ve thought about it myself, and though I don’t have all the answers, it’s clear that there’s a reason you and I keep crossing paths.”

Charles’ heart raced. The way you spoke, as though fate had woven an invisible thread between you had left him reeling. He glanced around the park, reminded of how strange this conversation must look to anyone passing by, but he did not care at all. The need to understand, to know you, outweighed any risk of prying eyes.

“Maybe…maybe we should go somewhere less public?” Charles suggested, his voice low.

He did not want this moment to end, he couldn’t let you disappear on him again before he had the chance to understand this kind of connection. You looked at him for a long contemplative moment, then nodded.

“All right, lead the way.”

Charles led you quietly through the streets of Monaco and up to his apartment. He hadn’t said much on the way, clearly lost in thought, yet there was an unspoken understanding between the two of you. When you entered his apartment, you immediately noticed how it held an essence of him. Warm, understated, and filled with memories. The walls were decorated with framed photographs spanning his life from childhood karting days to podium celebrations in F1. Trophies were all lined up on the shelf, and each piece seemed to carry a story of its own.

You were drawn to the photos, especially those capturing his relationships, the warm smiles he shared with his family, playful moments with his friends, and candid shots of him and his brothers. Then your gaze settled on one particular photograph, and a bittersweet feeling bloomed within you. It was a younger version of Charles, perhaps in his teens, standing alongside a man whose face you recognize. Jules Bianchi.

Charles noticed the direction of your attention as he finished filling up Leo’s dog bowl, and he stepped over to join you, his expression softening as he saw the photograph. Jules had been so much more than just a mentor to him. The man in that photo had shaped parts of his soul and his dreams. You could feel the weight of Charles’ emotions lingering in the air, a tender ache mixed with recognition.

“You knew him?” Charles’ voice was quiet as he stood beside you.

You nodded softly, your own voice taking on a gentle tone. “I was there in his final moments. I was the one who guided him when he was ready to go, helping him crossover.”

Charles’ face was a mix of expression, caught between surprise and disbelief. For a second, he seemed unable to respond, the information settling slowly. You watched him intently as he took a deep breath, grounding himself.

“You…you spoke to him?” he managed, his voice strained with a mix of sorrow and longing.

“Yes,” you said, your voice steady but tender. “I spoke with his soul as he lingered between here and the afterlife. It was…peaceful. He was calm when I arrived, almost as if he knew he was not going to stay.”

You paused, “I then asked him about his life, what his favorite thing about life was.”

”He told me that his family meant everything to him. He then mentioned being a godfather, and his dreams for his protégé, a young man named Charles.” you added.

“He said that?” he whispered, breath hitched as he instinctively reached up to touch the frame, his fingers resting just over the image of Jules’ face.

“He spoke of you with such pride, with hope that you would go on to achieve everything he had dreamed for you. Jules saw himself in you, Charles. His last thoughts were with his family and you.” you looked at him softly. A quiet rage simmered in Charles’ eyes as he turned to look at you, his voice tinged with frustration.

“But why? Why couldn’t you let his family speak to him, too? They waited for so long, hoping he’d wake up, to say goodbye properly.” the raw pain and anger in his voice were unmistakable.

Charles had not meant to question your intentions, but the loss of Jules had carved a wound that had never fully healed, and in his grief, he momentarily forgot you were not human. You looked at him with a soft, understanding smile, letting the weight of his sorrow wash over you. You had witnessed this kind of reaction before, how those who are grief-stricken often felt deprived of closure.

“I understand, Charles. If I could have done differently, I would have,” you replied, your voice gentle but firm. “But it wasn’t his body I spoke to, it was his soul. Jules was already watching from the other side, beyond the reach of the physical world. In those moments, he wasn’t in his body anymore, he was seeing all of you from a place where time no longer held sway.”

Charles looked down, processing your words, the anger fading slowly as he tried to keep his emotions steady. He tried to reconcile his emotions with the reality of what you had just shared. He ran a hand through his hair, gaze fixed on the floor as he took in a shaky breath.

“So he…he was watching us all along?” he whispered.

“Yes,” you assured him. “He was with you. Every tear, every moment spent beside his hospital bed, he saw it all, even if he himself couldn’t respond in a way you wished for it to be.”

“Souls don’t always leave the way we want them to. They transition gently, often lingering just to be close to the people they love.” you added. Charles’ shoulder slumped slightly, and he let out a shaky sigh, nodding as if finally accepting what had once seemed unimaginable.

“It…it makes sense,” he murmured. “Jules was always calm, even in the most difficult moments. Maybe he knew it would be easier this way.”

There was a peaceful silence that settled between the both of you, the only sound being Leo’s soft footsteps as he padded over to sit by Charles’ feet. Charles looked at you again, the sorrow in his eyes tinted by a glimmer of gratitude.

“Thank you,” he said quietly, a sincerity in his words that touched you deeply. “For…for being there with him, and for telling me.”

You gave him a reassuring nod, feeling the depth of his appreciation. “He is proud of you, Charles. More than you know. You are honoring his legacy every time you step onto the track.”

Charles closed his eyes briefly, absorbing your words, a new sense of peace settling over him. He knew that the ache would remain, but perhaps now, with you there to share this part of Jules’ journey, it would be a little easier to carry.

Eventually, you found yourself seated on the barstool, observing how Charles moved around the kitchen, gathering ingredients as he prepared a dish called pasta, and noting the way he moved with a quiet confidence. He seemed at ease, but you could tell by the occasional glance he cast your way that he was still processing everything. The strange connection he had with you, a Celestial he could see but others could not. As he stirred the sauce on the stove, he broke the silence, glancing over his shoulder with a raised eyebrow.

“So…what exactly are you?” Charles asked, attempting to sound casual, though his curiosity was clear. “Are you like an angel of death or something?” his brows furrowed slightly as he added.

“No, Charles. I’m not here to take you away,” you assured him, tone gentle, and couldn’t help but smile at his suspicion. “Think of me as a guide and a protector. My duty is to help souls cross the afterlife, to make sure that they are not alone and lonely when they cross the other side.”

“So, you’re…you’re not here for me?” he asked, his voice tentative. You could see the worry in his eyes, as if he had been half afraid that he might be speaking with the very spirit that would one day guide him out of this life.

“Not at all,” you replied. “I’m here because, somehow, we have this connection. I was there in the hospital room, with your father, when you saw me for the first time. It was a natural part of my duty, I was waiting to guide him. Just as I was there for Jules.”

“So you only appear when…someone’s close to death?” Charles’ gaze dropped to the countertop, and he nodded slowly, as if piercing it all together.

“Typically, yes,” you replied. “Humans are not meant to see me. They may sense it, a presence, calmness, or even a cool warmth when I’m near, but that’s usually all. So, I could not quite understand why you could see me. It isn’t common.”

“But I can see you.” he said, almost to himself, as if still trying to grasp this phenomenon.

“Exactly.” you looked at him thoughtfully. “Over time, as I have watched over you, you’ve somehow become aware of me. It’s as if the bond between us allowed you to see me when others can’t.”

You let the words hang, hoping it answered the mystery that had puzzled him for so long. Charles turned back to the stove, his movements slower, as if he were allowing himself time to absorb what you had just said. After a moment, he turned to look at you again.

“Back in Singapore…I kept thinking of you, wondering if you were real or just in my head.” he hesitated, then continued. “And you appeared, it was like you sensed me or something.”

“That’s precisely what happened,” a gentle smile crossed your face as you saw the gears turning inside his head. “I could feel your thoughts, your longing to see me, and so I came to you. Your thoughts, they called to me.”

“But why do you always disappear?” he asked, his tone a mix of curiosity and exasperation. “Every time I think I already have you here, you’re gone the second I look away.”

“It’s not by choice, Charles.” you met his gaze, understanding his frustration. “My presence here beside you is not permanent. I have duties beyond just watching over you, it is my duty to guide other people as well. My duty is to help those souls cross peacefully into the afterlife, which means I’m often called away. That’s why I can’t always be here, even if you want me to be.”

“I understand,” he said softly as he looked down, absorbing your words. “It’s��strange, but it does make sense.”

A comfortable silence fell between you and Charles as he took out a plate and transferred the pasta dish on it. You could still feel the wheels turning in his mind as he processed everything. After a moment, you spoke again.

“If you want me to be with you, well, there is a way.” you said.

He looked up at you, now intrigued. “A way?”

You nodded. “Yes. If you light a match or a lighter and call for me, then blow it out, I’ll hear it, and I’ll come to you.”

“Why a match?” Charles’ brows furrowed as he considered it.

“Fire.” you explained. “It is a symbol of transition. It’s an ancient element that is used to connect realms, to call forth spirits, and to bridge the distance between worlds. When you light a match or a lighter, you are creating a momentary flame that connects you to my realm, and when you blow the fire out, it becomes a message—a summons. I’ll hear it, wherever I am.”

“So, I just…call out to you, light a flame, and you’ll come?” Charles’ lips curved into a small smile.

“Yes.” you returned his smile, feeling the warmth in his gaze. “As long as you need me, Charles. Wherever you are, I’ll always find a way to be there.”

Charles looked at you with a mix of gratitude and something deeper, a newfound comfort that seemed to settle over him. In that quiet moment, Charles reached for his fork, but his gaze lingered on you, a newfound clarity softening his features.

“Thank you.” he murmured, voice barely above a whisper.

He then placed a plate of pasta right in front of you, and you tilted your head, looking at the dish with sheer curiosity and slight confusion. Charles noticed your expression, stopping mid-motion as he raised his own fork.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, his voice gentle but genuinely concerned.

“I don’t…eat,” you explained softly, gaze flickering between him and the plate, offering him a small, apologetic smile. “Celestials don’t have the need for food, so I don’t know what it’s like to taste something, let alone pasta.” you could see a flicker of surprise and something that almost looked like offense pass over his face.

“What? You’ve never tasted pasta?” he asked, shocked, as he looked down at his beloved dish, looking genuinely horrified. “Pasta is…it’s comforting, it’s warmth and tradition. It’s something everyone has to try.”

“Okay, imagine this—it’s soft and a little chewy, warm and…kind of like a hug, but for your mouth.” he added, grinning at you with his eyes lighting up. “And with this tomato sauce, its got this balance of sweet and tangy, a bit salty too, it just…makes everything feel better.” his expression softened.

You watched Charles as he spoke, entranced and touched by his earnest attempt to describe something so familiar to him yet so foreign to you. Spending this time with him, watching his animated expression, hearing his heartfelt explanations, you begin to understand why his father and Jules had spoken of him so warmly in their final moments. Charles was not only passionate, but genuinely kind and unpretentiously funny. There was a gentleness to him that touched your heart, even if it couldn’t beat the way a human’s did.

Hours slipped by so fast, and you both found yourselves seated on his living room couch, talking quietly, the evening light fading around you. Charles asked questions after questions, fascinated by your world and by what you do. You answered each one as best as you could, and with each answer, his awe seemed to deepen. You shared stories of guiding other souls, moments of peace and love you had witnessed. He listened, hanging onto each word, and you could see a newfound calmness in his eyes.

While you were in the middle of telling him a story about guiding an elderly woman who had waited until all her children were by her side before letting go, you heard a soft sound. Glancing to your right, you found Charles with his head tipped back against the couch cushion, his breathing steady and calm. He had drifted off, exhaustion settling over him like a soft blanket. For a moment, you just watched him, studying his peaceful face. Charles’ long lashes rested against his cheeks, and a gentle warmth seemed to radiate from him, a stark contrast to the chill you carried with you.

A quiet yearning tugged at you as you lifted a hand, your fingers hovering near his face. You wanted, just once, to feel the warmth of human skin, to know what it was like to truly touch, but you know better. If you let your fingers graze him, he would only feel a cold wisp of air, a reminder that you didn’t belong to this world in the same way as Charles did. So, reluctantly, you lowered your hand and simply looked at him, memorizing the moment.

You had spent nearly the entire day with Charles, and though part of you longed to stay, you knew it was time to leave. Quietly, you stood up from the couch and made your way to where Leo was resting nearby. You knelt down beside the little dachshund, who lifted his head to watch you with those soulful eyes, tail giving a soft wag, and you reached out, your fingers ghosting over his fur.

“Leo, I know that your past life was not kind to you and had been cut short, but you’re safe now. In this life, you’re well taken care of and so loved.” you spoke softly, as Leo seemed to tilt his head, like he understood every word you say. “Charles is a good man, he will love and take care of you, always.”

As you straightened up, Leo continued to watch you, his eyes filled with a sense of understanding. You turned to take one last look at Charles, still asleep on the couch, chest rising and falling in steady rhythm. A soft smile crept over your face as you watched him, there was a wave of warmth washing over you, even without a heartbeat to drive it.

With a final, quiet glance at Leo, who looked back at you with trusting eyes, you let yourself disappear, and slipped back into the unseen world that had always separated you from the people you guided. Yet, for a short moment, you knew you had left a part of yourself with Charles and Leo in that Monaco apartment.

Charles woke up with a dull ache running through his neck, reminding him of the night he had spent sleeping on the couch. He rubbed the sore spot, groaning slightly as he tried to stretch out the stiffness. For a moment, he just sat there, gathering his thoughts, until the memories of last night’s memory surfaced. The conversation, quiet moments, and then the emptiness when he realized you had left. He sat back on the couch, staring at the ceiling as a sense of longing settled over him, a quiet ache that wasn’t so easily stretched away.

A small bark drew his attention to Leo, who was sitting nearby, watching him with an endearing tilt of his head, and noticing Charles’ contemplative state. He smiled and reached out, calling Leo over.

“What do you think, Leo? It was one strange night, huh?” Leo padded over gently, wagging his tail as Charles scooped him up, holding him close.

For a few minutes, Charles simply enjoyed and basked in the warmth of Leo in his arms, the familiar comfort that Leo offered in the midst of all the strange, unexplainable things that he was feeling. Last night had been a fever dream for him, but he knew that it was real, that it happened.

“Do you think it’s strange? Wanting to see her again?” he added. Leo just responded with a quiet, comforting look and nestled close to Charles.

After a while, curiosity began to gnaw at him. Charles could not shake the desire to know more about you, as to why he felt this pull, this connection that seemed impossible and yet so real. He padded into his bedroom, grabbed his laptop and settled in, typing Celestial Angels into the search bar. Countless articles, myths, and even fiction flooded his screen. Charles sifted through several pages, skipping over anything that seemed overly romanticized or far-fetched, until one article caught his eye.

The article spoke of Celestial Angels who formed deep bonds with their humans, describing how they acted as protectors, watchers, and guides. It mentioned the rare connection that could occur, a phenomenon where an angel might become so deeply intertwined with a human soul that they developed a sense of longing or even love, something that was both a blessing and a curse for the Celestial. As he read further, Charles could not help but wonder if this was what he had experienced, if this was the reason he kept seeing you, why he felt such a pull toward you.

Charles then stumbled upon a book: The Celestials by an author named Celestine Williams. The cover featured a faint, ethereal image of a figure wrapped in light, the silhouette barely discernible, much like he imagined you, and the description noted that it explored the stories and folklore surrounding Celestials and their interactions with humans, a deep dive book. The reviews were glowing, a few feedbacks talking about how the book shed light on the mysteries of these beings and the unique connections they could form. Without a second thought, Charles clicked buy, hoping the book would give him a glimpse into your world, something that might help him understand you much better.

Charles then returned his attention back to the article. But his focus kept drifting, thoughts of you had surfaced in his mind unbidden, wondering where you were right now, what you might be doing, if you were watching over someone else or wandering through some hidden place unknown to humans. The pull to see you, to call you, was growing stronger by the second, becoming a quiet ache that settled deep in his chest.

He set the laptop aside, exhaling as he mulled over the idea. Charles remembered what you had told him when he needed you—that he could call you by lighting a match or a lighter, a summon that would draw you to him. He doesn't know if it would even work, or if you would even come, but the need to see you was already overriding any doubts that he has. So he then grabbed a small lighter that he kept somewhere hidden in his kitchen and went to his living room, sitting down on the couch with Leo curled up beside him.

Charles knew it was kind of absurd, like it was something straight out of a fairy tale of a late-night ghost story, but last night, you had told him that if he wanted to see you, all he had to do was light a flame and call out to you. A part of him, the rational side, wanted to shrug it off as nonsense. But then the other part of him had witnessed things that were impossible and felt that strange connection to you, urging him to at least give it a try.

“Am I really fucking doing this?” he murmured, looking down at Leo for approval. But Leo just looked at him, with a face that said ‘what’s the harm in trying?’ “Ah, fuck it.”

Finally, with a deep breath, he flicked the lighter on, watching the tiny flame flame dance as he whispered out to you, a barely audible plea for you to return. The flame flickered as he called out to you, then he blew it out gently, his eyes lingering on the wisp of smoke that rose and faded. His heart was pounding, unsure if should expect an immediate response or if he had simply made a wish to the empty air.

A hush settled over the quiet living room, and for a moment, nothing really happened. Charles felt a pang of disappointment, even a touch of embarrassment at how eager he was and had hoped. He let out a disheartening chuckle, letting out a quiet sight right after, and lowering the lighter, thinking that maybe he had been mistaken or that the depth of the bond he felt was just his pure imagination.

Just as he stood up, about to return the lighter back into the kitchen, Charles felt a shift in the air, a delicate, almost undetectable shimmer, like a faint breeze brushing across his skin. He looked up, and there you were, standing in the soft morning light, an almost imperceptible glow framing your presence. The world seemed to pause, the weight of the day fading away as he took in the sight of you. You stood there, a soft, otherworldly light around you, the faintest hint of warmth in your eyes as you looked at him. Charles felt his breath hitching, he had not realized how much he missed seeing you until now. He began feeling a strange mix of relief and happiness.

“You called for me?” you asked softly, your voice like a distant melody.

Charles nodded, suddenly feeling a little bit embarrassed, but unable to look away at you. “I…I did, I hope it’s okay. I just…” he paused, fumbling over his words. “I wanted to see if it works, and to see you again. I don’t know why, but I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

“You’re allowed to call for me, Charles. That’s why I told you how you can reach for me.” you smiled gently, a warmth in your expression that seemed to reach him despite your distance.

“I’ve been reading about Celestial Angels, trying to understand.” he let out a soft chuckle, placing his hands inside of his pockets, feeling uncharacteristically vulnerable. “I came across all these stories about angels who…form connections with their humans.” Charles looked down, collecting his thoughts.

“I guess I just wanted to understand what we have. Why do you keep on appearing, and why does it feel like I know you, even though I don’t really.” he added.

“The connection between an angel and their human isn’t something that happens every day. It’s rare, something beyond explanation.” your expression softened, and took a slow step forward, closing the gap between you. “We’re not supposed to form attachments, but sometimes, it’s as if the universe allows it, just for a moment.”

“So…it’s real, then? I’m not imagining it at all?” his gaze never leaving you, but filled with curiosity.

“No, Charles,” you shook your head. “You’re not imagining it. It’s real. You were always different, even from the first time I saw you.”

“I don’t know what this all means, but I want to understand.” he let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding, voice quiet, and a raw honesty was lacing his tone as he held your gaze.

“Sometimes, understanding isn’t possible, not in a way humans desire. Some things simply are.” you said quietly.

You then placed a hand near his, close enough that Charles could almost feel your presence, but not quite touching. The silence stretched, rich and weighty, filled with words left unsaid. Finally, he managed a faint smile.

“Thank you. For you know, for coming.” Charles said softly.

“For you, I always will.” you replied, smiling at him.

taglist : @charlesgirl16 , @chloes-book-corner , @wierdflowerpower

[thatlotuscookie]

ok ok, hear me out, hear me out I swear-

a Haikyuu character who's a teacher(you pick which one bc I am indecisive lol) who students don't like because they assign too much HW, x Art-Teacher y/n who's super eccentric and all the students have started calling "Auntie" bc they like her so much... and somehow the students realize they're dating

✧･ﾟ: a/n: hiii thank you for the req anon! i choseTsukishima Kei x art teacher!fem reader cause why not :) sorry for the wait, it got a little busy. please enjoy and thank you for requestinng <3

✧ Title: ✧ Paintbrushes and Equations ✧ ✧ Characters: Math!TeacherTsukishima Kei x Art Teacher!Reader, Fem!Reader ✧ Genre: Fluff, Romance, Slice of Life ✧ Rating: G ✧ Summary: Mr. Tsukishima Kei, the strict math teacher known for his tough assignments, and Ms. Y/N, the quirky art teacher adored by students, try to keep their budding relationship under wraps. But between secret coffee runs and after-school visits, it doesn’t take long for their students to catch on. ✧ Content/Tags: Secret Relationship, Soft Tsukishima, Teacher AU, Slow-burn Romance, Fluff and Humor ✧ WC: 1126 words // 6.8k chars

Mr. Tsukishima Kei was known as the strict, no-nonsense math teacher, infamous for assigning challenging homework and expecting punctuality from his students. Across the hall, however, was Ms. Y/N, the quirky art teacher who taught in a classroom full of painted murals, plants, and knick-knacks. Her students affectionately called her “Auntie,” loving her warm personality and encouraging nature.

Despite their differences, the two had quietly been dating for some time now, keeping things subtle so as not to spark gossip in the school hallways. But as careful as they tried to be, some moments were just too sweet to hide from their observant students.

Every morning, Tsukishima would stop by Y/N’s room before classes started. Though their relationship was mostly kept under wraps, there was one routine they couldn’t help but share—he’d bring her coffee, just the way she liked it, and stay for a few moments before his first class.

One particular morning, a student passing by happened to catch sight of them. Y/N was sitting at her desk, fiddling with paintbrushes while Tsukishima leaned against the edge of her desk, coffee cup in hand. She looked up at him with a bright smile as he handed her the coffee.

“Thank you, Kei! You know, I think your coffee runs are the best part of my day.”

“Maybe if you went to bed at a reasonable hour, you wouldn’t need this much caffeine,” he replied, rolling his eyes, though there was a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“Bedtime? Reasonable? You’re talking to an artist, Kei!” She chuckled, raising her coffee cup in mock cheers.

The student who’d witnessed it ran back to their friends, spilling the details in hushed, excited whispers. “Guys, Auntie totally has Mr. Tsukishima wrapped around her finger. He’s bringing her coffee like it’s a daily thing!”

During lunch breaks, Tsukishima would sometimes slip away from the teachers’ lounge and make his way to Y/N’s art room, which was usually open to students who wanted to work on projects or just hang out with their favorite teacher. Though he’d never admit it out loud, Tsukishima was growing fond of this habit too.

One afternoon, Y/N was holding a brush in each hand, struggling to finish a mural one of her classes had started. Tsukishima approached, watching her for a moment as she fumbled with paint colors.

“Need a hand?” he asked, taking one of the brushes out of her grasp without waiting for an answer. He began painting in neat, deliberate strokes, adding to the vibrant, playful mural.

“Mr. Tsukishima,” Y/N grinned, “are you sure you can handle all this color?”

He just shrugged, pretending to be annoyed, but there was a glint in his eye. “It’s not my fault you’re terrible at ladders.”

The students present watched with wide eyes as their usually stern math teacher helped their beloved art teacher, even taking her playful teasing without so much as a sigh. “Is he… actually smiling?” one student whispered, amazed. “And helping her paint? They’re definitely dating.”

On Fridays, Y/N would stay late to finish up art projects, often leaving well after most of the other teachers had already gone home. But one evening, as she was cleaning up her brushes, she was startled by a familiar voice at the door.

“Didn’t I tell you not to stay this late alone?” Tsukishima’s tone was gentle, though there was a hint of concern.

“Oh, but I had just one more layer of glaze to apply! I didn’t want to leave it unfinished,” she replied, smiling sheepishly.

Tsukishima sighed and moved to take some of the supplies from her hands, setting them aside. “That can wait. You shouldn’t be here by yourself. Come on, I’ll walk you out.”

They left together, but not before another student, leaving basketball practice, caught sight of them walking side by side down the hallway, Tsukishima’s hand brushing hers in a quiet, comforting gesture.

“Did you see that?” the student whispered to a friend the next day. “Mr. Tsukishima totally waited for Auntie after school. He’s such a softie for her.”

When Field Day rolled around, Y/N was the designated supervisor for the art activities station. Her students flocked to her booth, excited to paint, tie-dye, and get a break from competitive games. Tsukishima, though not usually one for field activities, had somehow found himself “volunteered” to help out at her station by none other than Y/N herself.

At first, he’d tried to stay in the background, sorting supplies and ensuring everything was organized. But as more students lined up, Y/N pulled him over to assist with face painting. “Come on, Kei, it’s fun! Don’t be so serious,” she teased, handing him a paintbrush.

He gave her a long-suffering look but, after a few convincing nudges, gave in. Soon, students were giggling at the sight of Mr. Tsukishima painting bright flowers and animals on their cheeks.

“Mr. Tsukishima, can you paint a dragon?” one student asked, grinning. And to everyone’s surprise, Tsukishima nodded, actually putting in the effort to paint a rather impressive dragon.

Meanwhile, Y/N leaned in close, watching him with a proud smile. “See? I knew you had a colorful side.”

The students at the booth exchanged knowing looks, watching the way Tsukishima’s gaze softened every time he looked at Y/N. One bold student whispered, “They’re definitely together. I think Auntie’s the only person who could get him to paint a dragon.”

The biggest reveal came on Y/N’s birthday. Her classroom was decorated with student-made banners, handmade cards, and small, thoughtful gifts from her students. But the real surprise came when Tsukishima walked in with a bouquet of wildflowers, which he set on her desk, much to the shock of her students.

“Kei…” Y/N murmured, her eyes shining with surprise. “You didn’t have to—”

“Happy Birthday, Auntie,” he said simply, giving her a small, genuine smile before glancing pointedly at the students, who were watching, open-mouthed. He gave them his usual glare but, seeing the excitement in their eyes, eventually gave up on hiding it.

And with that, the students finally had their confirmation. They all whispered to each other excitedly, some even daring to give Tsukishima approving thumbs-up. From that day on, Tsukishima’s “monster math teacher” title softened in their eyes. He was still strict and demanding, but he was also the teacher who went out of his way to make their “Auntie” happy.

As the weeks went by, more little moments started to unfold between them—moments the students watched eagerly, as if they were witnessing a real-life romance. And while Tsukishima might not have been the most affectionate in public, he showed his care in small, steady ways, making sure Y/N was looked after and supported in the little things.

[drabblejester]

I love your impression of Sampo!! Like yeah, he'd do This™ and That™ as according to your posts. Like, I think yours has the most simplest yet most accurate depiction of Sampo here!

Could I request Sampo, Gallagher, and Mr. Reca would do on their first date? Inspired from the other ask you did for 'overhearing the confession'

-G⭐

what VARIOUS HSR GUYS would do on your FIRST DATE!

requested by: G⭐️ !!

pairings: sampo, gallagher, and reca x gn!reader

content warnings: none!!!

comments: TYSM FOR THAT MY LIEGE.. i usually ‘dumb’ my sampo down actually bc theres no way i can fit all my thoughts on him into one little postHEEHE!!!

GALLAGHER:

he’d take you to his bar!! easy as that. it’s nothing grand or special, just his good ol bar. he serves you up a few drinks and you have a great time!

mostly, you guys talk. gossip about people, random tabloids you both found, fun facts about the other, etc. that’s also how you get to find out about misha and sleepie (and you adore both of them <3)

he’s much more gentle and warm towards you, quieting down his voice a bit so he isn’t that startling. he still has his drawl and everything, just in a lighter tone. in general it seems like he just got a bit younger!!

he jokes about you helping him out with the bar later, and you agree. so as a ‘second’ date, you guys get to work together! yippee! you get paid with free drinks and your first kiss with him <3

SAMPO:

you guys go visit some historical sites in belobog together!! he’s VERY knowledgable in them, and takes his time with you. you cruise through museums and even out in the cold, pointing at abandoned machinery and cool architecture

he absolutely talks more than you no matter how talkative you may be. partially out of ‘i want this date to go well and for them to see how cool i am’ and also out of ‘I AM SO NERVOUS RN’. thankfully he has a very engaging voice, and you love listening to him ramble :3

he tells a few tall tales in between, typical stories and fairytales that kids would like to hear. makes sense seeing as how he does talk with hook a lot.. and even at your age, they’re still fun and interesting! he’s an incredibly good storyteller

and at the end of the day, he wraps his dingy little jacket around your shoulders and takes you back to wherever he lives. he gives you a few snacks and the most delicious DIY hot chocolate ever before asking you SO many questions about how you thought of the date. you mumble something good before you fall asleep, which is enough for him <3

MR. RECA:

as he said before, he wants to cast you in the starring role of a romance movie with him as your lovely boyfriend. he makes PLENTY of jokes about it too, constantly rambling about how fun it’ll be. it counts as a first date i guess???

you two are an AMAZING duo together onstage and offstage!! his performance is amazing to the point where you actually feel like you’ve fallen for him impossibly more… the role he’s playing is a cheesy romantic ol guy, and AEONSS ABOVEE if you don’t treasure it

he lets you customize your role however you want! so you decide to simply play as yourself to max out your reca romance exposure. he plays along and switches the script around just for you, before going on set to dance around with you a while more

at the end of the day, both of you make lovely comments on your acting (although you weren’t really playing a character), laughing about certain moments in the scenes before he sends you home. and of course, he waits for you to enter your house before he leaves, just like his little gentleman role in the movie <3

i’m going to make some ramen my lieges do you want any