#out of practice (⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠)

[screechingfromthevoid]

You know what I love about the kiss? How fucking joyful it was. It was so light and so happy and so freeing.

The confession was so heavy and came at the last possible moment. Dorian was in his lower register, careful and eloquent. Orym had folded in on himself, shy and quiet. They have the weight of the world in their shoulders and they just needed a moment alone together. To say I love you. To let the other know. It all hinged on the moment before there was no going back.

But this. The kiss. It was after laughter and wedding planning and appreciating little things like lavender honey. Everyone was smiling. Everyone was feeling good. For whatever reason it didn't feel hopeless then. In that moment futures existed. Tomorrows existed. And Orym had one. Orym had a future and a tomorrow in Dorian.

Orym was so moved by all the happiness in the air that he confidently took Dorian by the hand to bring him out to the hall, told, then asked, him he was going to kiss him. All of Orym's fears melt away for ten whole seconds. Dorian stuttered and fumbled his words and kissed him back.

It was so cute. It was so joyous.

You know what it reminds me of? The stolen century. After Lup and Barry fall in love over years and years and they play this beautiful duet together. They lock eyes and smile at each other and steal away, running up the valley, away from it all. That moment of holding each other and just keep on not letting go.

The unrelenting giddiness of it all. The excitement. The glee. The promise of future. Wanting a future. Especially if it's together.

[bobur-the-berry-guy]

Random horny thoughts abt my fav blue lock men!

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•written in the trenches of the end of my period the power of sleep deprivation stress and my clit, enjoy

•made the banner myself too hihi (⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠)

••requests are open btw

ft. Isagi, Hiori, Nanase, Bachira, Rin, Karasu, Yukimiya

Cw : 18+ obvi, afab!reader, biting, hickeys, oral (f/m receiving), fingering, jerking off, lowk sadism, rough, hand restriction, edging, overstimulation, sub/dom/switch dynamics kinda???, size difference kink, degradation and praise, being fucked in someone else's clothes, they're all kinda freaky in some way shape or form, generally just a horny post

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ᯓ★୭˚ To preface this, i must say i want Isagi BAD. Anyway, everyone and their mama knows he has a thing for thighs. Yours especially. It's just the way they jiggle a bit when you walk, the way they shift when you move your hips and how they practically melt when you sit. In his eyes they're the most delicious thing he can lay his eyes upon. And the perfect earmuffs. He can spend hours between them, licking up your juices and playing you with his tongue. He keep you mostly clean, but that doesn't stop him from eating messy. By the time he's done pretty much his whole lower half of the face is soaked and dripping, sometimes he gets a but of it on his fringe too somehow. He gets off on just getting you off - the visual of you shaking and your teary face paired with your cute moans is more than enough for him.

more under the cut!

He likes it best when you're on your back or sitting on his face - he lives for the moments you squish his head with your thighs, drowing out any other sound and lowkey choking him like that. He doesn't care if he can't breathe or if it feels like he's gonna have his jaw relocated - do it! Squeeze his face, tug on his hair, put him in a headlock, squirm and trash around. To him that's only a sign he's doing his job well. And don't get me started on what a sucker he is for eye contact. When you look down at him with these wet eyes and you're doing your damnest not to roll them back in your head he might just cum in his pants.

"No, no— not yet. Let me keep going. Please."

Next morning you wake up and your legs still feel funny and you've got hickeys and little bites all over the insides of your thighs, and he's clinging onto you like a koala. Isagi really liked his meal.

He doesn't expect you to return the favour, but he won't stop you if you want to. He gets all shy and red, and he whimpers!! He's all twitchy and he can't keep his voice down, and his doing his hardest to look you in the eyes but it's so hard - he's too embarrassed about just how easily you have him like that yet he's too captivated by the sight in front of him to look away. He will hold your hair out of your face if he thinks it could be making it harder for you even in the slightest. Though he has to psychically stop himself from gripping your hair too hard or squishing your face with his thighs. Lowkey, I'd like him to squish my face with his thighs. #needthat

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ᯓ★୭˚ I know lately everyone's been talking about the Hiori ultra-sadist thing, and you're here to listen to me talk about it too. Now, just let me speak. He's so cute and he's so gentle and careful with you outside of.. activities, but the second he's gotten you in bed it's like a switch flips. I don't think the fact that he's 6 fucking ft tall really registers until you're under him and he's caging you between him and the mattress. You've got nowhere to go and the look on his face tells you that you'll be staying there for a while.

Whatever you let him do, he will. His deal isn't pushing your bounderies but trying to see how far he can push you. And let me tell you he is skilled with his hands. He's making you almost cum over and over again until you're basically sobbing and begging him to just do it. Other thing he does every time is holding your wrists. He won't tie them, no - he wants to hold them together himself, making sure you can't touch neither him nor yourself. Might pinch your nipples if you let him. When he finally decides to let you finish he's not giving you more than a minute to catch a breath before he's sliding his dick in you. And he's not gonna go soft now either. The hand that he was getting you off with will be gripping your hips with enough force that you'll see faint bruises the next day, and when he's close to cumming himself he's gonna move it back down to play with your clit. He switches biting and sucking on your neck and kissing you until both of you need to break the kiss so you can breathe. Won't stop you if you bite him back though. With the way he's fucking you, you'd think he's on a mission to break the bed again. Your neighbours hate you.

"Ya like it that much, huh? Don't even try to keep quiet, or I'm gonna keep going till ya beg me to stop."

HIS ACCENT UGH. He won't shut up. He keeps talking and cooing even when he's pretty sure you can't even process a word anymore. It's like his goal is to fuck you senseless. It is actually

After it's over he's taking real good care of you. He's wiping you clean, bringing food n water, running a bath - the works. Whatever you say you want it's yours. What kind of a man is he if he pounds your brain out and doesn't treat you like a princess after? Though, he may press on the bruises and bites a bit to see you squirm before he gently kisses you again.

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ᯓ★୭˚ Nanase is a simple man that knows what he wants - someone who can lead him. That counts in the bedroom too. Tell him what you want and you have it - he lives to make you happy. If it's your first time or you don't have an exact idea of what you want he's going gentle and sensual on you - he takes his time with everything. He's undressing you slowly, peeling each layer, kissing and caressing you all over. He holds your hand while he fingers you with the other, murmuring softly into your ear. And even when he finally slips his dick in you he still holds your hand, groaning and moaning into your mouth as he kisses you. All in all, he treats you like delicate china porcelain.

If you want him to rock your world he's more than ready. He's holding you by the hips and he's pouding into you like he hasn't touched you in a decade, leaving little crescent nail marks and biting your shoulder. He's going fast and hard, but if you want him too keep going for too long he's gonna get overstimulated himself and he's gonna be all jittery. He's real sensetive. The only thing he won't do is hitting you or degrading you - he can't bring himself to do that. Now, if you want to rock his world, he's more than happy and willing to sit back and let you do whatever you want with him. Bite him, scratch him, have fun - he likes it when you take the lead. And I'm gonna remind you he gets overstimulated easily. You could be denying his orgasm once or twice in a row an he's gonna be almost in tears, but it hurts so good. All he's gonna do is squeeze the bedsheets, or preferably, your hand and give you more room to work with. Likes it best when you're riding him and hes sitting with his back leaned to the pillows and headboard - he can feel your body pressed into his while you're boucing on him into oblivion, holding his hand and scratching him with the other while he's holding yours and squeezing your hips, foreheads pressed into each other as you try to kiss but you're both too out of it for it to be anything more that sloppy and uncoherent try that will end with a string of salive between the two of you.

"Ah— keep going— mh- ngh— just like that!"

He keeps babbling on, his accent making him sound even cuter. AGAIN THE ACCENT UGH. He begs you for something, and he's not even sure what exactly he's begging and sobbing over. He's whimpering and twitching and whining, and he's having the time of his life.

By the time you guys are done you're practically melting onto the matress, huffing and puffing and you're coming down from your high. Aftercare comes after a small window for you both to come back to your senses. You'd really need it.

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ᯓ★୭˚ Bachira is a fucking pervert, and he's proud of himself for that too. He can't keep his grabby hands to himself - he's constantly holding and pinching your waist, feeling up your tits and ass, playing with the waistband of your pants. He's shameless. And that's while you're out in public too. Sometimes you'd have to drag him back home to do him so he can stop acting like that.. for today and maybe tomorrow.

You know the saying "great minds think alike"? Because, just like Isagi, this man could die suffocated between your legs and he'd die the happiest man on earth. And he's not quiet about it either. He's slurping and gasping and talking trough your juices as if he isnt tongue deep in you, bumping his nose into your clit and pinching it every now and than. He treats how many times he can many you cum like a game - the more, the higher the score. He's keeping track too. At some point he'd have to hold your legs apart so he can keep going at it, before you basically become like jelly anyway. If he decided he doesn't wanna eat you out anymore and finally wants to actually fuck you instead, he's having you in any position he can think of. And he's trying each at least twice too, just to be sure if you both really like it or if you did it correctly the first time.

"Ah— yeah, you like that! No, no, i wanna keep going—! You look so cute like that-, ngh—!

As i said, this man is NOT keeping it quiet. He doesn't see the point in it - if you're making him feel good why wouldn't he show it? Keeps the same mentality about you too. If you even try to quiet yourself down he's gonna go harder just to make you question if it's really worth trying to keep the volume down.

Next morning you wake up and see him as snug as a bug, staring at you all soft and innocent as if he didn't rearrange your guts in at least three different ways a few hours ago.

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ᯓ★୭˚ For someone as intense as Rin, you'd think he'd be rough, but in reality he's probably the most sensual and caring lover you could have. He'd be really unsure in the beginning, but it's not like he would show it anyway. He's never really been that close with anyone, definitely not nearly close or trusting enough to be so open and vulnerable. So if you've got him in bed, expect the intensity to be to the max. He's not gonna be nasty, but he's not holding himself back either.

He'd like it best when he can see your face well. None of that stuff where he can't see how glossy your eyes are or how good he's making you feel. He's already drooling from just that. He's holding your hand too. If you're under him, you're basically caged between him and the matress. One arm thrown over his neck and your legs over his waist, his face switching between being all up in ypur neck and inhaling your scent to kissing you sloppily, too pussy-drunk to really even kiss you well. You're clawing at his back from how deep he's going, and he's trying not to bust right then and there from just how good you sound moaning and whimpering in his ear. If you're on top of him, he'd have to be still at least to some extend sitting up so he can feel your torso brushing against his as you're bouncing on him. He's all about that skin to skin contact, as he is for the eye contact. He'd have to try real hard not to let his eyes roll into the back of his skull so he can still look at how good you look like that. If he notices you getting tired, he's taking the job in his own hand and will have you hold onto him and grab your hips to bounce you on his dick himself.

"Nhg— ah— yeah, just like that, keep your eyes on me— mmh!"

I don't think he'd really be loud, but he's noisy, you know? He can't keep himself silent. He's constantly letting out little sighs and groaning, along with the jolting and and the occasional trembling. And if you're treating him real good, he'd whimper too. I mean, imagine you're pretty much laying on top of him, kissing all over his face and neck, whispering softly as you're jerking him off with one hand and he's just.. whimpering. Whimperig and jolting. Join my whimpery Rin agenda.

And when you're finally done with it there's nothing on the planet that would make Rin move in the next few minutes. He's just holding you, trying to catch his breath. After that he'd have you both shower quickly, maybe grab some water and snack and back to bed you go. He's gonna be real cuddly after. He won't say much, but he'll hold you close and caress you lovingly every now and then until he falls asleep.

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ᯓ★୭˚ International backbender Karasu awakens something in me. Him and his bigass attitude n that bigass nose💕

He's gonna talk up a big game and that confidence is definitely rooted in something. I mean, this man is ginormous even if we're not talking about what's going on in his pants. Just seeing you looking up at him gets him going. Seeing how big he looks compared to you does something to him. All that is to say he's taking his sweet time with prepping you. You both know that if that doesn't happen and you guys just try to force his dick in with no prep, it would not be a good experience. That, and he just really likes teasing you. He'd start out with eating you out first, making sure you're nice and wet before slipping his fingers in. He's scissoring and circling against your cervix with his fingers while he switches between licking your clit and pressing his nose against it. To be honest, he doesn't even really need to use his fingers for all that long. When his hand gets tired he just eats you out until you cum against his mouth and nose.

Now, when he's finally sure he can fuck you without hurting you, he'll go slow at first. He's having you sandwiched between his body and the bed and he's slowly pumping in and out of you, making sure he's not going too fast too soon. And despite how gentle he wants to be, it's flaking off the more you moan and the more he looks at you going stupid over barely anything. And honestly, seeing how much he fills you you doesn't help him at all either. He's steadily pumping up the speed into a quick rhythm that makes your eyes roll, and along with that he keeps that same rhythm with his fingers on your clit. Only when he's just so close to cumming does the rhythm go unsteady and jerky.. but he's so cute like that it only makes it better.

"Tryin' to force it in yourself, huh? That's kinda hot. Don't ya think you'd need a little help first?"

He won't shut up. There isn't a power on this earth to make him shut up. He's gonna be talking and groaning and moaning the entire time, and honestly he wants you to be vocal too. He's got a thing for voices, so hearing you sass him back or try to babble something back through whimpers gets him going even more.

With all that energy he's got he could go a few rounds, but when it's all done he's so damn clingy. You're not going anywhere without him doting and leaning on you lovingly. After you're fresh and showered and back to bed he's acting like a koala. Head in your chest, arms around you, practically purring. And even then he's still talking. He's gonna talk, talk and talk.. talk into sleeping like a log. But just so you know, he snores a bit.

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ᯓ★୭˚ Your resident dreamboat Yukimiya is here. He's always so gentle and so sweet you can feel your teeth ache at just the sight of him. He's doting on you and always looking for a way to make you happy.. sigh, the things I'd do to that man. Anyway, regardless of just how charming he is, that doesn't mean he doesn't have his own crazy side. I mean, he is in the blue lock program after all. Have you seen anyone normal in there?

Said crazy side is his unmatched possessiveness. He won't act like some crazy jealous boyfriend but he's gonna make sure you and everyone else knows that you're with him, and he's gonna satisfy that possessive side too. He's proud to have you, so is it really so shameful to want everyone else to know that? Even with all that, he's gonna be sensual. He'll make sure you're all good and comfortable while he's balls deep in you, holding you close and breathing you in and whispering into the shell of your ear. Doesn't matter if you're under him or on top, you're chest to chest with him, clawing at his back and moaning into his ear while he's meticulously rearranging your guts. He makes sure to leave you breathless with kisses throughout the whole thing, only letting you get a few breaths in so he can leave a hickey or two somewhere.. he also has a thing for fucking you while you're wearing his clothes. If you're wearing his shirt he's tearing everything expect it right off and he's lifting it up just enough to see himself entering in and out of you. He he likes it a bit too much, but he can't help himself. He might cum a bit earlier than he'd like, but thankfully he has enough stamina for more than one round.

Also! If we're talking about the egoist bible and the canon fetishes, i wanna talk about my take on the ephemeral things. Honestly, my mind goes to a specific time of day, or specific ambience. I can see him liking to fuck you in certain light - he likes how play of light and shadow look on you. He likes it when the sun sets and the golden hour shines on you just right while he's bringing you to tears with just his fingers. He likes it when the dusk makes your bluish afterglow look even softer while you're recharging for the next round. He likes it when it's the dead of night and only the moon let's him see your gorgeous face changing expressions because of him, he likes the calm gentleness of it. He likes it right before the sun enters the horizon and it's just cool enough to keep you even closer so you can be warm while taking another orgasm out of you. I also think he's particular about the sound atmosphere - it's either a calm quiet, a playlist he's made or the sounds of the sea.

"You like that, love? Yeah, feels good— mmmh—!"

Oh he's not keeping his mouth shut. He's got a good voice and he knows it. He's murmuring right in your ear, either talking you trough it and what to do now or whimpering about how good you make him feel and how gorgeous you look fucked out like that. If he's not talking he's moaning and whimpering softly, but he's still loud enough to make you soaked with just noises.

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When you're all done and finished he's holding you like you're the dearest thing to walk on this earth. He's talking in your ear all soft and gooey about how gorgeous you are and good you made him feel, and after a while of holding and sweetness he's bringing you to the bathroom to freshen up before returning to the bedroom again.

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•made yukimiyas part just a but longer bc it was his bday recently so have a treat :P

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HEESEUNG

he might be the coolest person alive but that is until you walk into the room. he loses his chill when you smile at him, immediately stuttering over words.

the first one to like and comment on your instagram posts. he would like your pictures from two years ago in the middle of the night— yes, he has no shame.

makes you a playlist with songs that reminds him of you. and if you tell him about a song you like, he sends a voice notes of him singing it and they always end with a few shy giggles.

you say his name and he freezes mid-bite, like a deer caught in the headlights. his ears are red, one hand on his chest to try to calm his racing heart.

JONGSEONG

his dear life depends on him. he over prepares everything— best outfit, best cologne, practices his lines in front of the mirror so he doesn’t end up embarrassing himself in front of you.

remembers everything about you— your coffee order, favourite drink, snacks you love. always ends up giving you one because he “accidentally” bought an extra.

if you ever end up touching his hand, he giggles for the next fifteen minutes thinking about it. and he thinks twice before washing his hands.

he has written out his confession multiple times in the notes app, only to text you a simple “nevermind” and change the topic.

JAEYUN

he is in love, cannot stop smiling while even thinking about you. you make a joke and he is the first one to react and has the loudest laugh.

never fails to compliment you at any chance. actually, he has to mention you in every conversation whether you are around or not. his friends tease him, but he kind of likes it.

does those silly compatibility tests in the back of his note books and writes your name at the margins, drawing hearts around it. he panicked once when you asked for it.

he “accidentally” bought two tickets for the band you like. hint— he stayed up all night to know about them and listen to their discography when you mentioned you like them.

SUNGHOON

he tries to act like you don’t affect him when he literally stops functioning at the sight of you. he goes stiff, words dying on his tongue. he only wants to kiss you, actually.

texts you “hi” and then throws his phone across the bed, acting like he doesn’t care for a reply but it only lasts for three seconds.

replays your story over and over again and giggles whenever he’s texting you. literally shakes if you ever give him a call— sitting up straight, palms sweating, mouth going dry.

actually walked into the glass door once because he refused to look away from you as you left and hurt his nose.

SUNOO

practices saying “hi” in front of the mirror in different tones and then lets out a squeak when you greet him with the prettiest smile.

actually has a whole folder on instagram of reels about date ideas, fun couple activities, cute poses for couples and what not.

starts carrying spare items— an extra pen, pencil, lip balm and somehow, it’s the exact same one he saw you using. his expression breaks into shy smiles when you say you can always count on him.

“your hands are so small,” he mentions for the thousandth time because he has no other excuse to hold your hand. and then he doesn’t let it go for a long time.

JUNGWON

he would drop everything once he sees you around, waiting for you to notice him so he can say hi because he is too scared to reach out.

would use silly pickup lines to make you laugh but your lips are curved into a shy smile, so now you’re both flustered.

leaves a little sticky note on your desk with his number, silently praying you don’t see it because he is too embarrassed, but his face is buried in the pillow when you text him later that evening.

asks you about your likes in the most subtle way and then would surprise you with the same thing the next day with his cheeks red. “i remember you said these were your favourite,”

NI-KI

first, he would take a quiz to see if he has a crush or if he is going crazy. he would be in denial for the longest time but also would stare at your profile picture every night because you are so beautiful.

buys you matching keyrings. “they were on sale,” when in fact, they were quite expensive he was losing his mind over how he should give it to you without being weird.

actually dresses to impress and when you compliment him, his ears are all red and he is immediately reporting it to the group chat. “GUYS. SHE SAID I LOOK GOOD” cue a series of crying emoji

he giggles to himself when he hears someone speculate about anything going on between you too. the textbook definition of “there’s a rumour that we are dating, i started it.”

[cherryyluvs]

Mark Grayson with a s/o who is a witch?? Head canons please? 💕🙏

Ahhh, witchy vibes with Mark?? You’re speaking my language (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

The first time you showed Mark your powers, his eyes widened in disbelief, “Wait seriously? You can actually do magic?”

Teasing him with spells, you'd love messing with him. Levitating things just out of his reach or enchanting items to follow him around the house. “Babe seriously?” but you’d just grin

Protective spells, you would create a protection charm for mark. He’d wear it as a necklace and get all soft when he realized you'd made it just for him (∗˃̶ ᵕ ˂̶∗)

After a tough fight, Mark would show up to your house. All bruised up and exhausted and without a word you'd sit him down and press your glowing hands to his skin. Healing all the cuts and bruises as he leans his forehead against yours and whisper “You’re a lifesaver, literally”

Sometimes after kissing him, he would pull away all dazed and be like “Did you put a spell on me?!” And you’d laughed it off “Nope, That just you being obsessed with me”

Mark lowkey obsessed, he would watch you practice your magic with a soft awestruck look on his face. “How do you make it look so easy?”

Mark always carries a piece of your magic, he would keep a small charm you made for him in his pocket. A small crystal or token that glows faintly with your energy. Anytime he would be in trouble he would feel it warm against his skin and know you were there with him.

Teaching him some simple spells. Mark would beg for you to teach him some basic spells. You’d hand him a crystal and tell him to focus on his energy. He tries so hard but ends up failing miserably – you’d kiss him on his cheek and say “Don’t worry you're magical enough”

He is super supportive, helping you gather herbs and magical ingredients. Even though he has zero clue of what they are, He still tries and sometimes brings you rare plants from other planets becauseee why not?? He loves youuuu

Magic going wrong, one time you accidentally casted a truth spell on Mark, making him blurt out everything he felt and thought of. “Yeah I think about kissing you like…. Every five seconds”

[isoobie]

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MAGAZINE 𓈒 brother’s bsf!sunghoon x fem!rea 1253 fluff ◜ ᴗ⁠ ◝⁠ kissing est relationship

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groaning at your chemistry homework, you hear your brother’s excited cheers from downstairs. you had already stayed up all night trying to finish this treacherous task your teacher, who almost certainly hated you, had given you to do in the span of only two days— and now your brother was annoying the hell out of you with all the commotion downstairs.

“what do you want heeseung?” you ask him while standing in front of him, unfazed.

“my friends are coming over, so don’t embarrass me.” he tells you, recklessly without a care.

“yeah whatever, its not like i’m going to talk with them anyway.” you respond while walking away, frustrated by the fact that he hates you interacting with any male but him.

annoyed, you go to the kitchen and grab a glass of water, hoping the cool liquid seeping down your throat would cool down your pent up stress, but just as you were about to go upstairs you hear the door open as voices emerge.

“hey yn,” jake, one of your brother’s friends, says coming over to greet you.

“hi jake,” you mumble back, embarrassed that he has to see you in your pyjamas.

after that awkward interaction, you make your way upstairs and you swear you could have felt someone’s hand graze your waist. flustered, you look back only to see your brother and his friends talking nonsense.

you settle down in your chair, ready to work before you hear a voice outside your room, “is yn in here by any chance?” the voice is low and deep, laced with tease and you immediately recognise who it belongs to.

“get out of my room,”

“why not, sweetheart.”

the nickname rolls of his tongue so easily it makes you freeze in place, “i have important work to finish, now don’t distu— ”

he interrupts you, frustration laced in his voice, “yeah right, like i’m not important than that work.” he makes his way onto your bed, plopping himself down comfortably on the corner, eyeing you from head to toe.

“what are you looking at, sunghoon?”

“what, can i not appreciate how pretty my girlfriend looks right now?” the rhetorical question spills from his mouth and the smirk plastered on his face never leaves.

“the second my brother enters this room, me and you,” you point your index finger towards him, “are both dead meat.”

“i can just tell heeseung we are together, i don’t think he’d care.” your boyfriend replies, unfazed while pointing to the spot next to him, gesturing for you to sit next to him.

you blatantly ignore him, turning your attention back to your books, hoping he would let it go— but how wrong you were about that. he swiftly grabs you by the waist positioning you on his lap as he laces his hands around your hips.

embarrassed, you turn to him and retaliate over his grip, “hoon, let me go!”

“you have no way out, you’re stuck with me” he teasingly shoots back and you can hear the snigger in his voice.

as the two of you endlessly bicker, you both hear footsteps gradually get louder by the second, that sounded exactly like your older brother’s. without any hesitation, you grab sunghoon’s tall, large frame and shove him into your wardrobe, hoping you could hide him.

“have you seen sunghoon, he went up ages ago and he still isn’t back,” your brother asks you, cluelessly.

“check the bathroom, he might be there.” you reply with a hint of worry in your voice.

when brother eventually leaves, you finally call for your boyfriend to get out, “park sunghoon, come out of there,” however, to your dismay, sunghoon grabs your hands so now both of you are in the cramped closet.

maybe it’s the heat in the small space or the fact that your bodies are practically touching but your boyfriend looks so hot. his top is clinging onto his abs for dear life, his bangs are stuck to his forehead and you can see the beads of sweat glisten on his temple.

the thought of everything paints your cheeks with a red hue and you yell at him, hoping he wouldn’t realise, “what the hell, sunghoon? we need to get ou— ”

but before you can finish your sentence, he interrupts you, smirk tugging at his face and hand still on your wrist, “you thought by pretending to be mad at me would help cover up your red cheeks? yeah, not a chance,”

you slowly look up to him, batting your eyelashes, only to be met with his heavy, longing gaze. his eyes shamelessly set your lips, as if this was his first time.

but of course, you can’t always let him have his way, “what? is there something you want?” you tease bringing your hands around his neck— his weakest spot.

sunghoon swears his heart skips a beat, the sudden affection making his ears warm, but that smug grin tells you otherwise.

“oh, you know what i want.” his voice demanding and thick, it makes you unconsciously blush.

“and what would that b—”

before you can finish your sentence, you feel two hands cup your jaw and the sensation of his warm, sweet lips on yours. sunghoon loves how you taste. he can’t get enough of your saccharine lips, your addicting scent and the effect you have on him.

your hands tug at his dark locks as you feel his tongue slide into your mouth, exploring you for the nth time. your mind goes hazy, drunk on him, savouring his rich taste. he softly kisses your cheeks, temple and finally your lips one last time before you both break apart looking at each other, breathles.

“fuck, i missed you all week,” sunghoon confesses, his hands never leave your face as he kisses your jaw, “i can’t be without you for more than a day.”

“more than a day, huh?” your heads turn in unison only to find your brother standing at your door.

“heeseung?” you both erupt at the same time, gobsmacked and embarrassed.

“wait, hold up i’ll explain everythi—”

“you thought i didn’t know?”, your brother cuts sunghoon off, shocking the both of you with the confession, “it was so painfully obvious.”

“so you aren’t, mad?” you question him, confused.

“i put my trust in him ages ago, but if he ever makes you cry i’ll beat him up so bad he won’t be able to see you again,”

the threat shakes sunghoon up a little, but makes you let out chuckle— you realise how stupid you both have probably been for heeseung to have known this whole time.

“but please, don’t ever make out in front of my eyes, ever again, that traumatised me.” your face flushes red with embarrassed as you tuck your head into sunghoon’s chest while shooing heeseung out of your room.

sunghoon’s hand snake around your waist and you look up to make eye contact with him before saying, “we should’ve hidden it better, you blew our cover.”

“hey!”, he exclaims, “don’t blame me, we all know that you were awake until one just to be on call with m—” you lay a chaste kiss on his lips, hoping to shut him up.

your boyfriend stares at you in disbelief, before teasing you again with his cocky smirk tainted on his face, “you can’t start something you can’t finish, babe.” and before you knew it his lips were already back on yours, drowning in your taste.

리 𓈒 for jennbuns @tzyunaes mwah

© isoobie + taglist open

[neeeooon]

Hello! I got an idea for a crack fic(headcanon format please)! Who do you think (out of the blue lock cast) to most likely accidentally fall in love with fem!manager reader that just so happened to be a lesbian(I'm placing my bets on Sendo)

Btw it's completely fine if you don't want to! Anyways love your fanfics I'd love to see more of them!!(⁠っ⁠.⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)⁠っ

I RLLY TRIED

when they fall for their manager (you’re les)

blue lock & lesbian manager!reader. platonic (obvs)

sendou shuto

-> he’s tearing his shirt, tears streaming down his face, as he slides down the wall dramatically when you show up to practice holding hands with your girlfriend

-> “manager.. i thought we had something!” “i’m sorry..?”

oliver aiku

-> absolutely loves hitting on you, even though you show no interest in him

-> when your girlfriend shows up to surprise you at work, she happens to run into aiku. he’s so obviously flirting with her, flexing through his jersey and everything, and you can’t help but laugh as you approach

-> “thanks for finding her, oliver!” “oh, you two know each other? ;)” then you kiss her and oliver leaves to find a sink to bury his head in

isagi yoichi

-> he’s terrible with girls, so since you’re the only female around him all the time, it’s inevitable for him to develop feelings for you

-> he decides to confess, sweaty and shaking with nerves, when you get a phone call. “hey, babe, what’s up?” “babe..?” “oh, sorry, yoichi. it’s my girlfriend.” “GIRLFRIEND?!”

shidou ryusei

-> you flirt back with ryusei, because you both know the other has more serious sights set on someone else

-> “so, when sae finally accepts my advances, we should have a threesome.” “that’s so hot. i actually have a girlfriend, though.” “foursome?” “bet.”

[cheralith]

poly!ryusae smut maybe? 🥺

Sorry if the question was uncomfortable to you, but I find poly!ryusae cute (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)

— TEST DRIVE.

ITOSHI SAE & SHIDOU RYUSEI. — sae thinks that with the addition of shidou into the relationship, you and him should get more familiar with each other on a more... personal scale.

contains/cw ; fem!reader, she/her pronouns, polyamorous relationship, smut, fingering, praise kink, implied-bi!sae & shidou, mild voyeurism, threesome implied at end, implied aged-up characters (20s) ; not fully edited as of 03/07 a/n ; it's been awhile since i've written smut so apologies if i'm a little rusty :L also darling anonnie do not fret i've been looking for an excuse to write about them more so thank u for enjoying these two freaks as much as i do! wc ; 3.2k

**explicit content — minors do not interact.**

"Just take him out for a test drive."

... was what your boyfriend had said to you a few days ago when you asked what you and him should do next in regards to the man you've both had your eyes on for the past couple of months. Shidou Ryusei, Number 13, center forward for your boyfriend's team and one of Japan's best strikers to date currently. It's hard to miss him and Sae's chemistry on the field, seeing how fluid they move together and how the ball just migrates so naturally toward them. To a more keen eye, it's even harder to miss how eccentric Shidou is around Sae, always prying for his attention and his praise like a dog to its master.

Sae would tell you about him when he comes home to your shared apartment, sighing about how the "Devil Boy" did this or that the "Horny Devil" did that. His tales of the infamous Number 13 would make you giggle at first over dinner, but when Sae told you that Shidou had found out about your existence and that Sae could just see that mischievous glint in Shidou's eye that Sae has gotten accustomed to when he showed the midfielder your Instagram account, you couldn't help but dabble yourself into this little... incident.

It was innocent at first—just making sure that Shidou knew that you were, in fact, real, by tagging along to Sae's practices and games more than you usually did. Then the touches began. Small and brief at the beginning, just giving his chest a congratulating tap after a win post-game with the team. Then you and him lingered around more, his legs not moving when yours accidentally bump into his; or perhaps Shidou would spot you and give you a large hug, welcoming you to the game and telling you to wish him and Sae good luck.

Then he'd raise the stakes a bit. Instead of a hug, he'd hold your hand in his own and kiss your knuckles, giving you a charming wink from below and peeking to see Sae's reaction (Shidou would twitch excitedly if Sae did as much as raise a brow). Or if Sae wasn't around, he'd hold your waist whenever he was escorting you out somewhere, just so he could "keep you safe, doll."

It all came hailing down one night after the last game of the season, where you and Sae invited Shidou out for dinner. Just the three of you.

In an addition to adding another glorious win to his soccer record, you and Sae offered Shidou another chance at upping his gluttonous pride.

"We want you to be a part of us," Sae stated simply, holding your hand and stroking the knuckles that Shidou had kissed upon his arrival at the private booth of the restaurant.

You laughed aloud so prettily at Shidou's confused look, one that you and Sae barely saw since Shidou was nothing less of overconfident.

"What Sae means is," you slide your empty hand over and beckon Shidou's own to join yours, you being the weaving connection between you, Sae, and Shidou. "we want to be a part of our relationship. If that's something you're interested in."

Shidou's magenta eyes had widened so large at the offer before a wicked smile preyed upon his lips, his tongue darting out to lick them. A soft giggle escaped you while Sae's lip quirked ever so slightly, his eyes deepening intently at the sight of his beloved and his dog getting along so well to his satisfaction.

You made sure to tip the housekeeper of the hotel you all stayed at extra heavily after you exited it with dazed looks on all your faces the morning after, legs feeling a little weaker than they were when you first came in.

A week later, Sae said you should get to know him better on a more intimate level. One less of an acquaintance and more of a partner considering you'll be around him much more now that he was woven in your life as more than just Sae's teammate. Sae saw him on a near day-to-day basis, so he took the opportunity when his parents asked him to come home one evening to leave you and Shidou alone to better yourselves with each other personally.

What he didn't expect was that you and Shidou just seem to hit things off a little too well.

You gasp aloud when you feel the tilt of Shidou's fingers curl upwards inside you, the hook of them sending a spark throughout your body. Nerves on fire, teeth go to bite your lip hard enough to draw blood as your body doubles forward limply. "Don't—!"

Shidou's arm around your waist tightens, making sure you stay upon his lap to ensure the closeness between you and him was uninterrupted. He peppers a slow trail of kisses on your shoulder blade, iconic smirk tattooing itself on your skin. "'Don't' what?"

Your legs that hang over Shidou's widen apart when he expands his own. Head lolling back to his shoulder, a heavy and ragged breath escapes you and you feel his fingers start to slowly pump again with their new position from inside you. The sparking sensation floods your body—more continuous, more rhythmic this time. The pleasure that came with every torturous more exponential than the last, especially as the pressure that Shidou applied rather than the speed of it seemed to be more effective than what you were used to.

"Don't... ah, tease," you mumble weakly, one of your legs twitching when Shidou's thumb adds to the play, tracing a pattern on your clit.

"Thought you wanted to take this nice and slow, doll," Shidou whispers in your ear, smirk in his voice nothing less of evident. "Just wanna break you in first before I truly break you. If you catch my drift, hm?"

Shidou's chuckle just barely registers in your ears, your mind muddled with the sensation that rocks your body. He suddenly quickens his fingers and your spine jolts. You let out a cry as you squirm in his lap again before his fingers slow down to the normal pace again. A whine pulls from your cracked throat, dry from the huffing and gasping.

"Ngh," you bite your warbling lip again, tears pricking your eyes as Shidou pulls his fingers out of you briefly... before jutting them in again and pumping... and then pulling out once more, empty air hitting your core. "No..."

"You don't like it?" Shidou teases, coy faux in his tone. "You like it the old way?"

The rapid nod of your head makes him bare his pearly whites widely. Who knew Sae's girl could end up so pathetic and needy? Shidou wonders if you and him are just like this alone, considering he was the one pampered that night in the hotel as an introduction to you and Sae. One of the best—if not, the best—nights of his life, dare he say. Just thinking back to when Sae's hands were around his cock as you kissed him hotly, silk sheets rustling about, made his pants tighter. He thinks of himself as spoiled, truly. The two people he's always wanted now equally by his side, giving him all the drive that he needs to amp up his body to explode in full.

Shidou's unoccupied hand goes to carefully take off your delicate underwear, noticing the evident wet patch on the fabric caused by you earlier.

"You don't mind if I keep these, do you?" he hums when he presses a kiss to your hot cheek when he tucks it away. "It'll be a little souvenir from my cute girlfriend."

Oh how it feels so right when the word spills from his lips—calling you his. Shidou supposes it's the guilt that was bubbling inside of him for so long since he first laid his eyes on you, a taken woman; not only that, but one of his best bud's woman (though, Shidou thinks there's some blurriness between him and Sae's relationship since both parties knew damn well there was more than just that, especially when Sae's eyes would linger a little too long at his bare, tanned, sweaty skin in the locker room). He reveled in it, though, feeling an excitement brew at the guilt that conjured whenever he'd look at you with a swirl of want as you reflected nothing back but innocence.

God, how he just wanted to absolutely ruin you.

And now a divine power has given him the chance to, and Shidou is sure as hell making sure he's never letting this chance go.

"How does Sae do it, dolly?" Shidou mutters, watching his slicked fingers come in and out of you before he pulls them out completely, a stickiness webbing them to his delight. His other hand goes to grab your wrist and position it where his other was once was. "Go on, show me."

Your lips tremble.

"I don't know..." you murmur weakly. Sae fingered you as skillfully as Shidou did, though in a different artform. Where Shidou was teasing, Sae gave everything and anything all at once, enjoying bringing such a pleasure to you as quick as possible to pile them together. But you were always wrapped up in trying not to pass out to notice how he toyed with you. "I can't remember..."

Shidou clicks his tongue and juts out his bottom lip mockingly. "Aw, poor baby doesn't get fingered enough by her boyfriend?"

You shake your head. "No! Sae does, I just... don't know how he does it."

There's a strike of arrogance that comes about Shidou.

"Maybe he's not doing it well enough then," he says with a dry laugh, even though he knows those long, pale fingers of Sae's could and have done some damage.

You whip your head around, brows knitted with just the cutest little pout Shidou has ever seen bestowed on your glazed lips.

"He does!" you insist hotly to his delight, seeing a new side of you that fires him up. "Sae just—a-ah..."

Shidou cuts you off before you pick a fight with him, not liking how your attention turned to your boyfriend and not your new plaything, creeping his fingers back inside of you to distract you. His other hand from around your waist grabs your face and combines his and your lips, your whimpers being swallowed by him.

"I was just kidding, sweetness, " he laughs lowly as you whine. "I know Sae would never let his girl go empty like that. You guys have been together for how many years now?"

"Four," you sigh out when you and him separate, a string of saliva connecting you and him. "... and a half."

Shidou whistles, grinning. "Looks like I have some catching up to do then."

He goes back to massaging your insides, letting you get used to the feeling again in contrast from the emptiness you felt earlier briefly. Your eyes flutter shut and your body relaxes against his touch, chest heaving up and down in a steady beat as you absorb his fingers. There's a peace that overflows your body when you fully meld into the accustomed pleasure, but it doesn't last long because you feel another constraint inside yourself that makes your back arch, a strangled sound coming out of your throat.

"Oopsies," Shidou singsongs, glancing down at the three fingers stuffed within you. "My finger slipped."

"Ryusei—!" you hiss. You want to cuss him out, tell him that he should at least warn you beforehand, but the violent thrusting of his fingers that hit your threshold again and again and again make you lose and tumble over your words, Shidou's true nature finally beginning to peek out.

Your legs warble. The tips of your fingers are on fire. Your toes curl erratically as you near your first limit.

"Ahh," Shidou hums pleasantly, in contrast to the fierce pulsing of his fingers entering and exiting you, a whiteness embellishing itself between his digits to his satisfaction. Your chest heaves rapidly again, eyes shutting tightly and jaw gritting as you try to find the unbinding of the coil that builds up inside of you. "You like this, though, don't you?"

"Please...!" you heave out weakly. "S-slow down... or I'll—"

Your sentence ceases to finish, a broken moan falling from your lips when his pace quickens again.

"Hm?" Shidou cocks his head to the side, falsely ignorant to the buildup you've been collecting. "You'll 'what', angel?"

"I'll c—oh my God... I'll..." you hesitate, your body shocking itself with a seemingly limitless bliss when Shidou's thumb returns into the play. "Ryusei, please!"

"Huh? Use your words, lovely," he murmurs into your ear, smirking widely again when your head falls forward limply right before it jerks back onto his shoulder, a silent cry exiting your lips. "I'll give you want you want. You just gotta tell Ryu, yeah? C'mon now."

You sob out miserably, fingernails digging into his bicep that balances you on his lip. "I'm gonna come—!"

Shidou's eye twitches and he bites his lip. "Oh are you, now?"

"Yes," you gasp out, "yes! Just please... oh God, just please let me finish. So close..."

Funny because you didn't have to tell him. Shidou just knows from the way you writhe and squirm and thrash about in his lap, how your tongue starts to stick out ever so slightly to gain more air from the one he pumps out of you. Your words really start to falter, because your lips read out his name, but nothing comes out of them, just shattered moans and whines as he thrashes and curls his fingers inside of you at a devilish pace.

"Fuck! Harder!" you manage to grit out. This desperate side of you makes Shidou's nerves alight again, a new face of you being shown to him and therefore, bringing you and him closer together. Just what Sae wanted. Mission accomplished, he thinks as he kisses your temple gently as way of coaxing you.

It all comes loose within an instant. At a lightening-fast pace and immeasurable pressure, you manage to unfurl the tight coil in your stomach and unbind yourself from the limiting pleasure that kept building inside of you, setting you free. You finish over his fingers, walls tightening around them as your body convulses and washes over them with a loud and melodic moan that echoes through your shared bedroom with Sae, wet sounds adding into the crescendo.

Shidou laughs wickedly as your climax slowly bubbles down, your body twitching at every shudder its aftereffects ripple through you. "Oh, that was magnificent, doll," he praises, kissing your cheek. "So good, you're so gorgeous. What a show!"

"What a show, indeed," a voice drawls aloud.

You and Shidou snap your head up together to face the door. Itoshi Sae stands stilly at the entrance of it, luggage in hand and jacket still on his body, one day earlier than expected from his visit home.

Your jaw slacks at your other boyfriend appearing suddenly before you, and despite him seeing you naked many times before, you feel a sudden shyness over take you when he stares at you sat on a shirtless Shidou.

"Sae," you call out weakly with a crooked smile, your limbs so numb and barely sensible. "You're back."

"Welcome home, Sae-chan," Shidou chants happily, eyes brightening. His fingers still halfway in you, he takes them out to wave a sticky hand at the midfielder, who sighs at the sight of it.

Unfazed, Sae drags himself and his luggage into the bedroom, seemingly unmoved at the sight before him.

"Flight got moved to morning today since Coach asked to meet with me tomorrow in private," is all he says as he shuffles out of his jacket and hangs it on the door.

You want to ask him how his parents are, how dinner and their catch-up went, how Rin is doing, but an exhaustion creeps onto you slowly that makes your lids grow heavier as seconds tick by mercilessly.

Sae slowly approaches you and Shidou, his eyes dancing about your linked figures and gazing at the wetness between your legs, the turquoise within them varnished with a glaze of want.

"I see you two have become well-accustomed with each other," Sae states.

Shidou chuckles audibly, his arm around your waist going to tightly hug you affectionately as stipples kisses on your heated neck. "Just like what you wanted, right?"

Your own eyes shoot open suddenly and you fidget against Shidou's firm hold, desperate. "He's being so mean, Sae!" you cry out with teary look.

Sae raises a brow and looks back at Shidou, who merely shrugs.

"Listen. I gave her what she wanted," he refutes and gestures to the evidence at your core. "Not my fault she was being needy."

You gawk at him, making him snort aloud. "You're the one who came onto me!"

"Was it?" Shidou dumbly asks, though the memory of him crashing his lips onto yours the moment the apartment doors closed plays in his mind. "I don't remember."

You turn back to Sae with a pout. "He kept teasing and edging me for a hour straight..."

"You clearly liked it though."

"Yeah, but sometimes, it was too much!"

Sae sighs and rubs his forehead when you and Shidou bicker back and forth like children, though a little relieved that you and him broke the ice of awkwardness so early enough to the point where you can squabble like he and you do. He was apprehensive that you and him would stay on the same platform that you usually did, where there was just that thin barrier of respect that both of you teetered crossing, but Sae's seen that the barrier has been broken through, the evidence displaying itself right in front of him.

"I told you to take a test drive with each other, didn't I?" he asks, cutting between you and Shidou's petty argument. You look back at Sae, who is suddenly lowering and positioning himself between your semi-viscid legs to your astonishment. "Maybe I should've been a bit clearer, then."

Shidou follows your gaze, chest heaving a bit when he realizes what Sae is doing as the latter hooks his hands around your thighs. You watch with wide eyes as Sae nears his head toward you and sticks his tongue out, his warmth sheathing your folds unexpectedly and making you whimper warmly again.

Sae pulls back and pierces his eyes into you, then to Shidou, then back at you, fixating on your ardent one. He draws one of his hands back and fixes itself at the cusp of Shidou's pants that sits right beneath you, drawing out a sharp hiss from him at the contact of Sae cupped hand.

The look of mild fatigue and yearning that paints your face along with the look of eagerness and lust that streaks over Shidou makes Sae's gaze darken intently.

"I wanted you both to warm each other up for me," he states simply, just before diving between your legs again and firming his grip around Shidou's hardened clothing, the actions making you and Shidou moan in unison.

a/n ; "alice aren't u supposed to be on hiatus 🤔" listen man ive been staring at this msg in my inbox while thinking heinous things as my took my midterms. i deserve this!! i also wrote this kind of drunk so you can totally tell where my self-indulgence starts to hit lol

anyways, thank you for reading!! comments and reblogs are very much appreciated and always noticed ♡

[kuronarnze]

Hey, i don't know if you take request but if you do....can you please write a fluff oneshot with Kaiser where Reader learns German behind his back to surprise him and then Confess to him in German?

By the way i love your writing! I was so happy to find your Account and loved reading your Kaiser and Kurona Oneshots!♡

a/n: hihi anon! Yess i do take requests, so feel free to request (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)! Omg yes i love your idea so im here for it, hehe. Aww thank you smm! You seem so sweet, i absolutely love writing kaiser and kurona oneshots, two of my favs :)), anyways thank you for requesting, and enjoy the oneshot (⁠人⁠*⁠´⁠∀⁠｀⁠)⁠｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+.

Michael Kaiser x Reader !

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

"Say It Again"

You had been planning this for months—spending late nights practicing pronunciation, watching videos, and even getting Ness to help (under strict orders to keep it a secret from Kaiser). It was all for this moment.

Kaiser was lounging on the couch, scrolling through his phone when you called his name. "Hey, Michael?"

He glanced up, raising a brow. "Hmm?"

You swallowed your nerves, then smiled. "Ich muss dir etwas sagen." (I have to tell you something.)

For a second, Kaiser froze. His phone slipped from his fingers and landed on his lap as he blinked at you in pure shock. "What...?"

Taking a deep breath, you continued, your heart hammering. "Ich habe Deutsch gelernt, um dich zu überraschen." (I learned German to surprise you.)

Kaiser stared at you like you had just grown wings. "You—you learned German?" His voice was quieter now, filled with something unreadable.

You nodded, nervous but determined. "Ja. Und…" (Yes. And...) You took a deep breath before finally saying, "Ich liebe dich, Mihya."

Silence.

Then—Kaiser let out a breathy chuckle, running a hand through his blonde hair as a slow, genuine smile spread across his lips. "You just—" He shook his head, almost disbelieving. "You really just did that."

You bit your lip. "Did I pronounce it okay?"

Instead of answering, Kaiser stood up, closing the distance between you in one step. His hands cupped your face gently, his blue eyes shining with something soft—something vulnerable.

"You’re unbelievable," he murmured. Then, before you could respond, he leaned in and kissed you.

The warmth of his lips, the way he held you as if you were the most precious thing in the world—it made every hour of studying worth it.

When he finally pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours, grinning. "You’re sneaky, you know that?"

You laughed. "Surprised?"

"Beyond." He brushed his thumb over your cheek, his voice softer now. "Say it again."

"Say what?" you teased, already knowing what he meant.

Kaiser chuckled, his lips brushing against yours as he whispered, "You know what."

Smiling, you said it again—this time with all the love you felt in your heart.

"Ich liebe dich, Mihya."

And when he kissed you again, you knew he felt the same.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Thank you for reading ! Oh and also feel free to request a oneshot or whatever! (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

[meracyn]

Hey!! Your fairy tail fic was really good, i like how simple but cute it was (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠) can you write headcannons of natsu and gray with a reader who is shy and quiet? gets really anxious when theres a lot of people around them? gn reader too :) Thank you if you accept! (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

my love for you still burns during the silence.

synopsis you may be his polar opposite or his soulmate, but their love for you rivals that of a starry night sky - twinkling brightly, as each star represents a symbol of their devotion in the darkness.

author’s notes thank you for your kind words, enjoy! 🌹

natsu dragneel wouldn’t understand.

but don’t take it to heart, that’s simply how he is. once you two make it official as a couple, natsu would practically jump at the chance to brag about you - his fairly amazing and strong partner - to everyone at the guild. he’d pull you along with him towards his friends, not aware of your quieter nature.

in his mind, you’re now as equally comfortable as he is. he’ll eagerly boast about your raw strength, power, how incredible you are.. oblivious to the fact that all of the sudden attention might cause you to grow anxious. but once natsu notices this (which would be after a few failed attempts of trying to get you to join the conversation), he’d pause, looking down at you with those dark, intense eyes of his.

ignoring the fight that broke out between gajeel and gray, natsu would lean close, your faces mere inches away. “hey, you okay?” he’d ask, his tone unusually softer now.

as your relationship blossoms over time, the dragon slayer would eventually learn that he doesn’t need to do grand gestures or proclaim his love for you loudly. instead, he’d find that even the quiet, seemingly unimportant moments shared between you both actually holds as much meaning as any other. natsu finds unique ways to show he truly cares, - whether by letting you rest your head on his shoulder, bringing you small trinkets he finds, and depending on how long you’ve been together, he’d wrap his scarf around you if he feels you need it.

natsu would cherish these moments because you do. and through his actions, proves that he loves you.

gray fullbuster wouldn’t force you into the spotlight.

in fact, he’s always been aware of your quiet nature. since gray is so observant, he would know when you’re comfortable and when you aren’t. it’s a nice balance shared between you both. he’s more than happy to let you have your space and will never push you to speak if you’re content with simply watching.

gray isn’t really talkative either, so your relationship blooms from mutual traits in terms of sociability. there will be plenty of times where you just sit in silence, but it will never once be awkward, it’ll always be comfortable.

needless to say, your peace would become something he comes to protect dearly.

he’s also another one who would express his care through actions more than words. if you’re walking through a crowded area, gray’s hand instinctively intertwines with yours, his thumb rubbing your knuckles gently if he feels your anxiety is high. and yes, he’s constantly stripping off his clothes, but if he has a jacket on, he’d drape it around your shoulders without a word or pull you closer to his side when you’re out together.

you can feel his love through every small gesture he does for you, even if he rarely speaks up about it. his eyes soften when he gazes at you, and a slight smile tugs at the corner of his lips if he notices how happy you are.

neither of you need a loud declaration of love. simply having the comfort of each other is enough.

[rivalswrites]

HELLO Could you do headcanons with Magik, Lin Lie and anyone you want with a reader who has ice powers? I LOVE YOUR BLOCK PLEASE KEEP DOING THIS🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

How they are with your ice powers!

Before you read, please be warned that I'm writing based on my impressions of them not only in the game (though it's the biggest inspiration), but some of them with the movies/shows in mind too.

My first request (⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)

Masterlist

Having mystical powers isn't anything new to Illyana, but she won't treat anyone any differently because they do or don't have magical abilities. Her whole life she's been around mutants, so it's something she's used too.

With that said, she doesn't at all mind your powers- and in fact, even enjoys them sometimes. They're very useful to her, in battle and in everyday life. Useful as in she appreciated them and wants to keep you close for that extra support, not so she can straight up use you as a puppet.

Being basically the queen of hell, and just how she is in general, Illyana tends to run a bit on the hotter side, even when it's freezing out. Like a portable heater. And in all honesty? She likes it when you use your ice powers on or around her, the coldness is a nice comparison to how she usually is.

And, in battle she enjoys watching you freeze people, it makes her smile at the funnier moments that happen. She takes advantage of people being frozen, easier targets and all that, but also uses the ice as a distraction for her to come up behind people.

Overall: Illyana appreciates your company, and tends to try and keep you around. Not just for the ice powers, obviously, but they're a bonus.

Ice is nothing new to him, having been on a team with Luna (who famously has ice powers too), but that doesn't mean he pushes your powers off to the side just because he's seen it before.

He actually enjoys seeing what you do with them, how differently you use them compared to how he's seen them be used. Training goes well with him, oftentimes he likes to watch as you practice whatever it is you do with your powers. He likes watching people train, to see if he can incorporate it into his own skills (though there's not much he can do since he doesn't have ice powers).

Sometimes he asks for you to make Ice targets for him to train on.

In battle he tries to stick by you, but he's a very mobile person so it's not always easy. He does check up on you though. Don't take it as something offensive, he knows you and take care of yourself- those enemies didn't freeze themselves- he's just worried about you, as he does with all his friends.

After a long day of whatever it is you two did- be it training, fighting, or even just doing chores- he enjoys sharing a chilled drink with you; courtesy of you. If you fought or trained, he finds it funny that you make his own icepack for him to put on his sore muscles or any bruises he got.

Overall: Lin has no issue with it, and really enjoys being in your company. He knows when he's training for has gotten hurt, he can come to you for help, and he really likes that.

[heliosunny]

Hii, I love your writing! Especially Lucky egg with Aventurine (⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠) I'm not sure if you are still open to take a request •́⁠ ⁠ ⁠‿⁠ ⁠,⁠•̀

If you do I would like to request childhood friends to lovers with Aventurine (yandere x yandere) expect that Aventurine is more obsessed with reader while reader just threat Aventurine admirer to stay away from him. Aventurine later on found out that readers like him, of course that is Aventurine will try to pray out from reader without reader realising it.

Take your time and make sure to stay hydrated!

Yandere!Aventurine x Yandere!Reader

Aventurine leaned against the wall, arms crossed, an amused smirk playing on his lips as he watched you chase off yet another admirer. The poor fool had barely gotten two sentences out before you stepped in.

“You’re wasting your time” you had told them. “Someone like you doesn’t even stand a chance.”

It was a ritual at this point. Someone dared to approach Aventurine, and you made sure they didn’t try again.

Now, he was watching you, his eyes glinting with mischief. “You know,” he drawled, “if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were jealous.”

You scoffed, flipping your hair—or at least making a show of ignoring him. “I’m just doing a public service. The sooner they realize they have no hope, the less embarrassing it is for everyone.” Then, with a sweet tilt of your head, you added, “You should be thanking me, really.”

Aventurine chuckled, stepping closer, invading your space just enough to make it clear he knew exactly what he was doing. “Oh? You want a reward now?”

You huffed, crossing your arms. “At the very least, some praise. Go on, tell me how amazing I am.”

“You’re amazing.”

You blinked. He was rarely this direct. Before you could react, he laughed, stepping back. “But, my dear, if you keep scaring them all away, people might start thinking I belong to you.”

You smirked, tilting your chin up. “Maybe you do.”

His laughter stilled for half a second. A flicker of something unreadable passed through his gaze. Then, just as quickly, his easy going mask slipped back into place.

“That would be interesting.”

Little did you know, he intended to make sure of it.

Graduation day was a spectacle. You and Aventurine stood among your peers, the center of admiration in your own right—him for his effortless charm, you for your sharp wit and unshakable confidence.

As the ceremony ended and students parted ways, he found you near the exit, hands tucked into his pockets, his ever-present smirk in place. “So....where’s someone like you planning to go after this?”

You hummed, pretending to consider before casually dropping the name of your chosen company. His eyes flickered with interest. “That’s my parents’ company”

You widened your eyes slightly, feigning mild surprise. “Oh? What a coincidence.”

“A very lucky one.”

Fast forward to your first day at work. You walked into the sleek office, greeted by murmurs from other employees—new hires always drew attention, but you? You already stood out. The air of confidence you carried made you someone to watch.

And then, the moment you had anticipated arrived.

Aventurine stood at the front of the department, looking effortlessly composed, dressed in a tailored suit that only accentuated the arrogance in his stance. His gaze locked onto yours, something smug and knowing flickering in his eyes.

“Didn’t expect to see you here.”

You blinked, tilting your head in well-practiced confusion. “You work here?”

He knew. But he played along.

“As your head of department, no less.” He took a step forward, lowering his voice just enough for only you to hear. “I look forward to working with you.”

Under Aventurine’s leadership, and your own subtle influence, your department quickly became one of the most efficient in the company. Projects were completed ahead of schedule, deals closed with impressive success rates, and while other departments struggled with internal issues, yours remained a well-oiled machine.

Of course, much of that was thanks to an unspoken system between you and Aventurine.

While your official role had nothing to do with it, you ensured that any overeager admirer who got too close to Aventurine was dealt with—politely discouraged or, if necessary, intimidated into staying away. He, in turn, did the same for you. If anyone showed too much interest, Aventurine had a way of making them disappear from your orbit, whether through well-placed rumors, strategic work assignments, or outright dismissal.

It was a silent game between you two, one that no one else noticed.

Months passed, and your department’s success led to a well-earned celebration. Drinks flowed freely, and you, usually composed, had more than your fair share.

At some point, as the night blurred into a haze, you found yourself leaning against Aventurine, your voice slurred but your words unusually sincere.

“You know” you murmured, “I like you.”

He stilled. You were drunk—too drunk to lie, too drunk to scheme. It was the truth, raw and unfiltered, slipping past your lips before you could stop it.

Aventurine’s smirk softened, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. He had always known, had seen the signs, but hearing it from you, in your own words, was something else entirely.

He let you ramble a bit more, basking in the moment.

But the next morning, when you groggily woke up with a pounding headache and no memory of your confession, he understood.

You had forgotten.

And so, he continued his act. He remained your close friend, the same as always, pretending not to know the truth you had once let slip.

After all, if you didn’t remember, then he’d simply wait for you to say it again—this time, when you were sober, when there was no excuse to take it back.

-----

Aventurine had always known you belonged to him.

So when he noticed your colleague, some pathetic, overeager fool—clinging to you more than they should, he saw it as a challenge. They laughed too easily at your jokes, found excuses to be near you, and worst of all, acted as if they had a right to your time.

Aventurine smiled through it all, of course. Played the role of the charming superior, never letting on how much their presence grated on him. But behind the scenes, he was already setting things in motion.

It was almost too easy. A misplaced document here, a poorly handled report there, all leading to a mistake so significant that termination was inevitable. When the announcement came, Aventurine watched you closely.

You barely reacted. You had always been sharp—if you had truly cared, you would have noticed the setup. Instead, you continued as if nothing had changed, your attention fixated on him alone.

You bought him lunch without hesitation, stayed in his office under the guise of "helping" him, indulged his whims with a familiarity that sent a thrill through his veins.

Yes, this was where you belonged.

And then, the perfect opportunity arrived. A chance to lure you into his trap.

This time, you would walk into his web willingly.

The bar was a familiar comfort—a place you frequented enough that the staff knew your usual orders. It was no surprise, then, when a friendly female worker greeted you with a warm smile.

"Hey, you're back! Here, have some on the house." she said, sliding a small plate of treats toward you.

You took it without much thought, but Aventurine’s gaze darkened ever so slightly. His fingers tapped lazily against his glass as he watched the exchange.

Jealousy coiled inside him.

She was just being nice, but it didn’t matter. He didn’t like seeing anyone treat you as if they had the right to your attention. That was his privilege.

Still, he smiled, as he always did, masking his displeasure beneath a charming facade.

"Seems like you’re quite the favorite here." he mused, pouring you another drink.

You shrugged. "I come here often."

"Clearly."

He didn’t need to do much after that. You were already comfortable, already drinking at a steady pace. Aventurine, ever the attentive friend, made sure your glass was never empty, nudging you to drink just a little more, his own intake carefully controlled.

By the time the night deepened, you were warm and pliant under his gaze, your sharp edges dulled by intoxication. Perfect.

“You’re staying at my place” he murmured, guiding you up with an arm around your waist.

You barely protested. Why would you? He was always by your side.

One of his many houses was nearby, a private sanctuary where no one would disturb you both. He led you inside, settled you onto a plush couch, and before you could drift into unconsciousness, he struck.

"Say," he leaned in, "why do you always chase off my admirers?"

Your head swayed slightly, your inhibitions stripped away. "Because I don’t like them."

He chuckled. "Oh? You don’t like them or… you don’t like them around me?"

You groaned, running a hand down your face. "I hate it. I hate watching you with other people. You always act like it’s nothing, like it’s a joke, but it’s not."

Aventurine remained still, letting you pour your heart out.

"You tease me so much, but you don’t take me seriously," you continued, voice slurring slightly. "You make me feel like I’m just one of the people you play with, and I hate it."

Slowly, he reached into his pocket, ensuring the recording was saved—proof, undeniable, that you wanted him just as much as he wanted you.

Carefully, he wove his fingers through your hair, tilting your face toward him. "I’m sorry" he murmured, his voice dripping with honeyed remorse. "I didn’t know I was making you feel that way."

For a moment, it seemed like everything was going exactly as he had planned.

And then—

You lurched forward, and before he could react, you puked.

Right on his expensive designer shoes.

Aventurine stared, utterly speechless for the first time in his life.

"...Well," he finally said, voice strained, "that was unexpected."

The next morning, you woke up with a pounding headache, the aftermath of last night's drinks weighing heavily on you. Blinking against the sunlight filtering through the curtains, you quickly realized something was off.

You weren’t in your own bed.

Instead, you were nestled against him, Aventurine’s warmth pressing against your side, his arm draped lazily over your waist.

Before you could process anything, a familiar voice—far too smug for your liking—broke through the silence.

"Good morning, darling" Aventurine purred.

You groaned, sitting up. "Why am I here?"

He stretched leisurely, then reached for his phone. "Well, you had quite the night," he mused. "And I have proof."

Then, with a single tap, he played the recording.

Your own voice filled the air—raw, unfiltered emotions spilling out. I hate watching you with other people. You always act like it’s nothing, like it’s a joke, but it’s not...

You were busted.

Aventurine watched your reaction, "You know," he murmured, "you could just admit it. Save yourself the trouble."

You clenched your jaw, glaring at him, but there was no way out of this. He had you cornered.

"...Fine, bastard." you muttered.

"Fine?" His grin widened, and before you could take it back, he pulled you closer. "Say it properly."

You huffed, cheeks burning. "I like you, okay? Are you happy now?"

"Ecstatic." he whispered before pressing a kiss to your temple.

And just like that, you were his. Officially.

[chiipay]

Omg I love your works!!

So basically I really want the 'protecting you' scenarios (like the reader is getting harrassed and our bllk bfs throw a punch) of Rin, Karasu, Nagi and Barou (and anyone else you want!!!) Thank you 🥰🥰

Okay (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧ I'm suck at this scenarios so I'll try my best (⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠)

F*CK OFF 👹- ITOSHI RIN

You and Rin are just strolling in the supermarket to pick up some groceries since you kinda ate everything in the fridge as it was for 'emotional food therapy' you said to Rin. He didn't budge about it and just grabbed the back of your shirt and dragged you to the supermarket with him.

The thing happened when he left your side for a minute because his teammates called up on him there and he had to shoved them to the other side because they seem to be bugging you in his eyes.

You were just strolling down to find some ice cream for Rin- bending your body a bit to grab out from the cooler. A whistle from a guy behind you was heard making you shudder and alert of it. You quickly stand up properly and twist your head 90° (jk) to face the guy. You thought about slapping him but you somehow met with an unconvincing entrance of Itoshi Rin already grabbed the collar of the guy shirt-

You quickly step in and drag Rin away from the poor guy who now looks anxious while you mutter a small apology to him somehow you felt bad. As you drag rin away from the scene, Rin looks towards the guy while lifting middle finger to him as he grumbles a lot of curse words making you drag him with you even faster-

"I'm gonna kill you- gonna hunt you- fuck you- kys- go die- commit suicide- don't stare at her- fuck you- fucking disgusting- die die die-" you have to put your hand on rin's mouth so he wouldn't try to curse the poor guy whole generation.

BEGONE 🗣️‼️- KARASU TOBITO

Dang- you just wanted to see karasu at practice today- why is this happening to you..ughhh-

Some guy came up to you while you were navigating about the location karasu gave you. The guy kept bugging you to have a ride with him in his vehicle but even with so many refusal he seems to not be getting a hint. You were thiiiiissssss 🤏 close to hit him with your purse.

" come on, it will be fun-"

He whistles at you making you infuriating even more.

' dang-just leave me alone- WHY THE HELL KARASU SEND ME A LOCATION OF NOWHERE TO BE FOUND-"

You walk even faster on the sidewalk completely ignoring the guy who kept giving offers to you. You didn't even realize his vehicle stopped as he stepped out of his own vehicle and started to walk up to you.

You noticed the guy a minute later before you started to run for your life while that same guy chased after you. ' OH SH-'

You bumped into some hard chest making you look up instantly and met with the so-called crow head. Karasu smiles cheekily at you and looks at the guy who chased you who's now just standing in front of karasu.

" thanks for assisting her, sure you got some business to do aren't yah? "

Karasu put his hand on the guy's shoulder. You didn't know what was happening due to karasu holding you close to his chest. But you could hear the guy slowly walking away leaving you and karasu alone.

" sorry- yer good? Thought you got lost in the forest for a sec."

" you did a shitty job on sending a location-"

"my bad. Let me treat ya some goods kay?"

TING KE TING🔥- NAGI SEISHIRO

You weren't a big fan of football but somehow Nagi managed to drag you into one of his games today. You have lost when he started to give you a puppy eyes look. It was his cheeks you think that your defense got lost there. Bro has chubby cheeks you could not resist.

You sigh deeply as you look towards nagi from your seat. Yeah he's good at playing it- it's not like you are mesmerized by his goal when he trapped the ball perfectly and tricked his ally thinking his going to pass it- yeah you definitely aren't mesmerized by it.

" hi- is this seat taken?" A pair of eyes came into your vision as the guy asked you.

"oh- uh no.." you shake your head a bit. The guy smiles towards the answer and happily sits next to you making you try to distance yourself away for a bit---🤏

"that guy is good right? That number 10, nagi. " The guy leans a bit towards your side making you anxiously getting nervous asf.

" Huh-? O-oh oh yeah number 10? He's very good at trapping.. he's a good player." You nervously laugh a bit. It's kinda funny to talk about your partner to some stranger. You talked to him for a bit while making a conversation about football which you weren't interested in but still managed to answer because Nagi used to ramble it to you. While talking, you didn't notice Nagi sending death glare at the guy you were talking to from afar.

You stop talking for a bit as you look back to the field to seek for Nagi just to find him looking at you while pouting from the very far. You got confused as Nagi lifted his hand and pointed to the seat next to you making you look at the side and see the guy who looked at you too. It took you a second, before you widened the hit as you looked at Nagi again and shook your head lots of times while making an explanation in a sign language.

Nagi looks at you for a bit before returning back to his teammates clearly ignoring your demure. Oh no. Looks like you gotta prepare yourself when you get back home..

RAWR RAWR 💥- BAROU SHOEI

" here- try this on." Barou who is lending his jacket to so you could be covered properly.

Barou who would blame the society who can't keep their eyes to themselves. Barou blames his own kind for not being able to keep their hands off someone who's uncomfortable with touching. He's mad for sure. He put his jacket securely around your waist before neatly settling it jacket's hands into a pretty bow.

It wasn't your fault and Barou knows that. Barou almost put up a fight with some guy on the street when the guy started hitting on you.

"...sorry" you mutter in a small voice as Barou leads you to sit on a bench.

"it's not your fault. Don't be sorry." Barou who's treating you carefully not wanting to upset you from what happened earlier. He felt like he was the one who should apologise to you for not being there.

"...i wanna go home.."

" mhm..got it. Want me to carry you? It's already late, no one is here so we can have the night for ourselves." Barou who softens his voice so you wouldn't be scared by him.

"...that would be nice..." He slowly reaches his hands before making it way to your back and under your thighs and lifts it up.

" do you want something along the way? There would be a convenience store nearby." You shook your head and Barou hummed in response. Barou who carries you as you slept peacefully under his care. Barou who would punch the guy that bothered you if he ever saw him again

[axolotsofluv]

❝𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐘𝐨𝐮❞

a/n: this is my first attempt at writing here in tumblr. I'm still unfamiliar with the mechanics so forgive me if the format looks a bit plain ;-; This is also my attempt at challenging myself to write romance and capture intimate, domestic moments without excessively using kisses/hugs. Please excuse the writing mistakes here. Hope anyone reading this enjoys! (⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠)

✧─── ･ ｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★. ───✧

❥ pairing: veritas ratio x reader

❥ tags: humor, romance, fluff, domesticity, ratio x reader

❥ song inspo: to the bone by pamungkas

✧─── ･ ｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★. ───✧

➷ Him spooning you and covering your ears during a thunderstorm knowing how sensitive you are to the startling noise

➷ Extending a hand towards you out of reflex whenever you're seen bounding towards him, as though ushering you closer and not allowing a single millimeter of space to fester between you

➷‌ Him immediately sliding over his meal of choice to you when he catches you openly staring at it. You point at it and sweetly ask him if you could have a bite, and when he complies, he doesn't take it back until you are satisfied

➷ His firm tone when he chastises you for picking the cheapest option on the menu, repeating the phrase he often uses in situations like these: "I'm paying. Now, perish those thoughts and choose what you truly want". As you place your order, he notices that your current option was the second cheapest meal on the menu. This stunt garners his disapproving stare, and you eventually cave in from the pressure and order what you really want

➷ He doesn't partake in PDA often, or much at all, but people aren't oblivious to the way he tends to shift most of his body weight towards you when you're around just so his skin can make contact with yours or the way he seeks out every opportunity to touch you, whether it's a simple shoulder tap or a poke at your forearm (bro must have you within at least a meter radius, further than that and he'll pull you closer to him)

➷ ‌In the early stages of your relationship, he noticed that you frequently hold his bag for him, which was a gesture more commonly practiced by men. Not wanting your considerate gestures to go unreciprocated, he now takes the initiative to carry your belongings for you whenever you're out together. His arms now serve as a multifunctional tool for you to either hang your belongings on or latch onto when you're afflicted with a sudden bout of neediness

➷ Never turning down an opportunity to touch your hair. He sees a leaf on your hair? His fingers are already working on removing it. Not only that, but he goes the extra mile by also brushing your hair. He sees a few stray hairs sticking out? His palm swiftly mats it down with gentle, methodical swipes. You wonder why his hand lingers for more than a minute, but you make no attempts to stop him ‌

➷ Your arms are his stress ball. Whenever he catches you doing something cute, be prepared to have your upper arms seized and squished to oblivion. He's done it so often to the point that it developed into a habit. It wasn't until one of his acquaintances pointed it out did he realize it had long gone past the point of habit and into the territory of involuntary behavior. He'd do it even when he's ticked off by what you did/say that at this point, the line between cuteness aggression and sheer aggression is blurred‌

➷ Reflexively holds your hair back whenever you lean over something, especially food. He can tell when it's about to happen by the spark in your eyes and by the time your body tips over to gain a closer look at the object of interest, his lithe fingers shoot out from their previous position at breakneck speed to prevent the falling strands from getting dirty

➷ Those lips that are prolific in spouting soul-crushing, confidence-tearing remarks become pliable crescents whenever you speak. Even if the contents of your mindless ramblings are something he deems nonsensical, inane, and even outright idiotic, a smile will inevitably worm its way up his face. Additionally, as much as he enjoys teasing and berating you (lightheartedly), there is nothing that sates his senses more than your gleeful laughter every time he comes up with a clever quip or a bestows you with adulations. He's not one for sugar coating, but he'd be lying if he said your mirthful reactions aren't enough incentives for him to start doing so

➷‌ Always knows instinctively whenever you're confused by a term or saying, by that pursed lips of yours and the way you stare up at him with a distraught look as if fearing that admitting your incomprehension will garner his or his peers' disdain. When he spots these telltale characteristics of befuddlement, he will draw himself closer to your ear and explain to you in a voice as smooth as silk, yet as soothing as the nightfall breeze, with words meticulously formulated to aid you in obtaining a general scope of what's being discussed. Your apologies are met with a swift rebuttal as he assures you that it was best to be forthcoming about one's lack of knowledge than to feign understanding

➷‌ Him being extra careful with his words when you need his candid input. He goes the extra mile to mince his words when he would usually show no hesitation dishing out insults like flyers. You would ask him for his thoughts on an outfit, and he'd reply "do you want me to be completely honest?" At this point, you had resigned yourself to an inevitable fate of being on the receiving end of his critical and straightforward dissection as he picked on each and every visible flaw, supplying concrete alternatives to mitigate the mistake but not before bashing you for your poor taste. To your surprise, however, he actually... held back? Instead hearing something like "even the most mediocre of minds know not to go for this color scheme. Pray tell, is your goal to be presentable or a laughing stock?"; he goes: "The color of your top clashes with your shoes; perhaps, you can try this instead." or even something simple like "That won't do. You can achieve more with this instead."

➷‌ Watching a movie together and he sees your quivering lips, hears a whimper, and catches the indignant wipe of your eyes. With a sigh, he opens his arms for you to leap in to and make a mess of his freshly ironed shirt

➷‌ "Tell me why!" You angle an imaginary mic at his face, watching closely and expectantly. He breathes out an exasperated sigh, mutters something about your maturity, and then finally says the following line with a delivery somehow more monotone than gal gadot: "ain't nothing but a heartache..." It takes a year off his lifespan every time you initiate these spontaneous karaoke sessions, but he supposes that having the lifespan of a mosquito is worth it if it means seeing you burst into a fitful laughter

➷‌ As much as he finds solace in the moments shared between him and you, Ratio also relishes the times he is able to enjoy a good book and delve in his own ruminations. However, in the rare instances you show even the slightest bit of interest in what he's keeping himself preoccupied with, he'll scooch over to make room for you. No words are exchanged or needed. The moment you accept the silent invitation and the proximity amplifies, Ratio's arm rests around your shoulders like a seat belt securing you to his side before you both eventually embark on an academic journey together

➷‌ There's nothing that robs him of his composure more than when you say "thank you" and bat your lashes at him, playing coy. It sends his heart thumping wildly and engulfs his face in a disarming sense of warmth. It makes him weak—he knows it, you know it. He chases that high by making himself available whenever you're immersed in a task that he knows will require his assistance

➷‌ It's public knowledge that Ratio's productivity and looks can be ascribed to his habit of waking up early. He utilizes the time to read a page or two from his book, exercise, gather his bearings, and prepare himself a balanced meal for breakfast before he would eventually tackle his arduous day-to-day routine as both an educator and a scholar. But now, his morning routine undergoes a bit of change. The steaming cup of coffee becomes two cups. The table is occupied by two separate plates instead of one. And once all that is done and over with, he goes back to bed to wake up his other half

➷‌ You run to him, frantic, acting like the apocalypse is nigh, frazzled and distraught beyond words and he just points to the vanity without a single scathing comment, unfazed to the point of blase. You grab your missing phone with a hop in your step and thank him. The next time you do it, he just goes, "have you tried looking in the drawer?" Wallet found, breakdown averted

➷‌ When he laughs at your jokes (he actually doesn't; on a good day, the most you'll get is a faint, airy snort while the second best is just a blank stare) ‌

➷‌ When he puts his book down, tucks a bookmark between the pages, and ultimately relinquishing his source of entertainment to listen to whatever you have to say, trivial as he may claim it is

➷‌ When he calls you by a term of endearment and doesn't shy away from regarding you with light touches in front of people, despite being fully aware of how this would impact his professional life. This impact being employees gawking at him for actually having a love life, close peers teasing him for being a sap, and even a few brave students approaching him to offer him their best wishes (and surprise because, as a brazen student of his once said: "someone as prickly as him can get together with someone? damn")

➷‌ Even in the aftermath of a recent conflict, he keeps the door to his study room unlocked. He might not say a word to you due to his lingering annoyance, but at the end of the day, he wouldn't (correction: could never) turn you away if you come looking for him

➷‌ Gaining the doctor's interest is a monumental achievement as he is someone with a penchant for knowledge and discoveries that most people will take years to understand. Yet somehow, a simple text from you is all it takes to keep his attention riveted to his phone. If anyone ever sees his vision glued to his screen as though he has just seen someone solve simple addition incorrectly, they'll know who's responsible

➷‌ When he takes you out to your favorite restaurant and brings you to the beach at evening to watch the sunset, knowing how much this kind of scenery soothes your soul

➷‌ When he tosses an apple towards you while you were off collecting seashells, only for it to land on your lap, earning a dissatisfied grunt from him as he chides you for not catching. He retrieves the apple and tosses it again. You try to play it cool when you manage to catch it the second time, but it's hard not to get giddy when you see him with the biggest smile on his face

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“once again, miss,” your bodyguard sighs, lowering his hand to load the gun once again. “this is my job,”

lately, you have been insisting on learning how to use a gun. you had asked about it one night on your way back from the gala, a request that he had kindly denied, and now you’re at his training grounds.

“yes, but i should know how to protect myself,” you insist, taking a step forward. it smells like gun powder inside; and his cologne, way too familiar. “you can’t always be there for me,”

sunghoon doesn’t really like the sound of that.

you watch as his fingers swiftly move over the magazine, working through the gun to reload it. your gaze follows his movements, as always, he can feel it too.

it’s a little maddening, always driving him off the focus.

the instructions are clear— he’s supposed to protect you, always staying at an arm distance on the lookout for danger. although, there is someone that keeps gravitating him towards you.

“i will be,” he sighs, hair falling over his face. and your heart almost skips a beat when he runs his hand through his silky locks, exposing the very forehead that you wish to kiss every night. “you don’t have to worry,”

“please?” you’re playing coy. he can hear it in the way you say that word, honeyed and hypnotising, rolling off your tongue so perfectly.

he avoids looking at your face that he sees in his dreams. “no—”

“please, hoonie,”

and it’s annoying. not you, the name, the way his mind stops working for a few seconds when you call him that. he hates how you can practically crack his composure with a few sweet words and a bat of your pretty, doe eyes.

he only takes orders from you but much to his surprise, you always request. pouty lips and glassy eyes that are full of hope, you’re pouring your heart out. you request for a midnight escape and he obliges with a sigh.

sunghoon thinks if you ever requested him to take his own life, he would gladly do it for you.

“okay,” he surrenders to you, as always. “come here,”

he notices how your steps are laced with happiness, the way your eyes gleam at the sight of the firearms— or maybe his arms when he takes off his jacket and slips it over you.

your skin feels like a feather against his finger tips when he fixes your safety glasses. you hold your hair up to tie it in a ponytail and he can hardly think straight at the sight of your nape.

you shuffle through your pocket for a scrunchie and he waits and waits, before finally reaching out to hold your hair. “let me,”

every touch of his fingers against your skin ignites a silver of desire in him, he almost forgets he is on a payroll. he runs his fingers between the strands, getting them in a perfect ponytail before securing it with the spare hair tie that he always wears on his wrist, unbeknownst to you.

he can see how your face is heating up because of shyness, and how you whisper to him so dreamily when he is done. “thanks,”

he takes in the way you pick up the gun, noticing the slight tremor in your hands. first times are always nerve racking. good for you, sunghoon believes in hands on teaching.

with a swift move, he is standing behind you with arms around you to adjust your grip— slow, deliberate.

you’re going to get him fired.

“stand straight,” his hand is on your back, helping you straighten up, and then he ghosts up your waist to tuck your jaw up with the utmost tenderness. “chin up,”

sunghoon doesn’t think you’re half as nervous as he is. one arm distance? that’s long out of the room— he can barely think before his hand supports yours from behind, his handsome face right next to yours.

and you’re bad at hiding, always been, because he can see through you. every shiver, every hitch in your breath, every heart beat— thump, thump, thump— right against his chest.

he wonders if you realise his heart is beating in synchrony with yours.

“finger off the trigger until you’re ready,” he warns softly, helping you align the trajectory with the target. “and don’t fight the recoil,”

and you nod cautiously, afraid that one wrong move and your lips would be in his, although you would hardly complain. “you can let me go,”

“i’d rather not. you’re trembling,” his hold only tightens and you shout internally. as if it isn’t because of you! maybe, you should say it to his face sometime, maybe now, but then he guides your index finger to load the gun, soft, slow, gentle.

he might be writing his own death statement right now.

“focus on the target. if someone points at you, look them in the eye,” a subtle nod, your finger asserts over the trigger, and he whips his head towards you. “not yet, breathe,”

the air gets knocked out of your chest.

it’s what he does— protecting you while killing you slowly, drowning while telling you to swim, getting closer while pushing you away— it’s not his job. it’s simply what he is good at.

his hot breath caresses against your ear and a rush of adrenaline follows. a pause, he mumbles. “go,”

you fire. a miss.

there’s silence after the loud bang. it’s heavy, you can feel it, definitely not from you missing the target. you lower your hand, a step almost away from him, but sunghoon has always been quicker.

he holds you from behind again, supporting your arm. he’s closer, less tense, crazier, devoted. “let me show you again,”

[isetfiretomyself]

Yandere Male Model X Photographer Reader G/N

Trigger warnings! Implications of an unhealthy relationship with fame, stalking, Jealous behaviour, drugging, This is all fictional I do not condone toxic behaviour irl!!!

📸 Yandere Model who's been doing this since he was a child. (That definitely benefited his mental health)

📸 He's been used as a tool, a product but he craves it. He needs to feel admired, he wants people to envy him!

📸 Yandere Model who was booked for another magazine cover, obviously. But you're there! Huh? You're not the normal guy...

📸 Yandere Model who doesn't like you're vibe! You're too bubbly and... kinda cute.

📸 Yandere Model who's used to being asked to take his shirt off or show his muscles but you just asked him to just smile. Blah blah something about joy or whatever.

📸 It was when you'd look away from your camera to look him in the eyes. He's never had someone double check on him.

📸 Yandere Model was a little embarrassed by his feelings he had about you. He just rushed off set after the shoot to avoid making eye contact with you.

📸 Yandere Model who looked into your portfolio and it's all cuties!

📸 Yandere Model booked you again for his social media. He wanted some one on one time with you. Understand you, surly there's something up with you!

📸 Yandere Model was bright red by the end of it! He couldn't tell if he was flustered or angry! You were so considerate!

"Felix?" You call out. Yandere model snaps out of his gaze. "I'm paying attention!" He almost says automatically. You giggled "right well then what do you want?" "Huh?" You laughed some more, you explained again that you were going to a coffee shop for a break and if he wants anything. He just turns his head embarrassed mumbling his "no thank you."

📸In your eyes Yandere Model was adorable! A hot guy who acted shy around you? He was a total dream boat (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

📸 Yandere Model followed you home after the photoshoot. For someone who takes photos of such high class people you're homes totally not it.

📸 Yandere Model who just so happens to bump into you when you do your shopping! What a coincidence!?

📸 Yandere Model insists you to let him carry your shopping home. These muscles aren't just for show!

📸 Yandere Model who acted humble when you asked him to come in for some tea. (He definitely planned this)

📸 When you weren't looking he stole a pen from you. He felt his heart thump in his chest, last time he felt this way was when he lost his last pageant as a child.

📸 Yandere Model who was part of a group photoshoot. And you're one of the photographers!? He's practically floating.

It was for a clothing brand with tuns of different styles. Including the whole cuties aesthetic, which was why you were hired. Yandere Model was in more of a dark academic style, they put the two models together to show the brands range. Watching you take photos of another start to get to him.

📸 Yandere Model saw the way you looked at this model. He felt the anger rise in him. He didn't want you to look at people like that!

📸 Yandere Model was sitting on stairs with the other models getting photos taken of them. He wanted nothing more then to shove them down those damn stairs but there's so many cameras he'd get caught for sure. So he did the next best thing!

📸 Yandere Model had sleeping pills, he was so paranoid about getting eye bags that he wasn't going to take any chances. So he put some in the others models drink! Then they'd get sleepy and look so ugly!

Eventually the sirens from the ambulances went away and the last of the models had been questioned and they were allowed to go. Okay so how was he supposed to know it would clash with other medications!?

📸 Yandere model walked over to you.

"Hey? (Reader)? You good?" You weren't responding. You watched the colour drain from this model before he just collapsed.

"Hey. Let me take care of you, okay?"

[onehundredelevven]

Homicipher lads reaction to getting Christmas presents! I think it would be cute tbh!! It could be anyone honestly idc I just want some fluff

Hello anon ! Here's your request !! I had fun writing this(⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠) but do excuse me as I might not capture their character correctly. It's been so long since last played it;((

A Present for Me?

Homicipher characters x reader

content: pure fluff

☆☆☆

Mr. Hood

Mr. Hood sat stiffly on your couch, his massive frame making the furniture creak ominously. You handed him a neatly wrapped gift, his shadowy form tilting slightly in confusion.

“...What this?” he asked, tilting his head.

“It’s a Christmas present,” you explained. “You open it like this.”

He watched intently as you demonstrated on another gift, mimicking your motions with his clawed hands. When the paper fell away, revealing a hand-knitted scarf, he froze.

“...Warm?” He held it up, the dark tendrils of his body brushing against the fabric.

“Yes, you wear it like this.” You wrapped the scarf around his neck, the contrast between the soft material and his eerie figure almost comical.

“...Thank,” he said simply, his deep voice carrying a hint of something softer. He didn’t say more, but he wore the scarf for the rest of the evening.

---

Mr. Crawling

You knelt down to meet Mr. Crawling at his level, holding the gift out for him. He tilted his head, his expression managing to convey curiosity.

“Me... smell?” he asked, leaning closer to the package.

“No, silly, you open it.” You gently guided his hands to the wrapping paper.

He tore into it with a mix of clumsiness and enthusiasm, his long fingers working quickly. When the gift was revealed—a pair of gloves—you saw his body stiffen slightly.

“...What this?” he asked, carefully running his fingers over the fabric.

“They’re gloves. For your hands. I thought they’d keep you warm.”

“Warm?” His voice was soft, almost disbelieving, as he slipped them on. He flexed his fingers, his movements awkward but endearing.

“Good?” you asked, trying to gauge his reaction.

“Good. Warm. You... care for me?” His voice cracked, filled with a mix of awe and gratitude.

“Yes, of course,” you said with a smile.

Without warning, he leaned forward, gently nuzzling his head against your shoulder like an oversized, awkward puppy. “Me love you. You good. Me lucky.”

---

Mr. Silvair

Mr. Silvair sat cross-legged, watching you intently as you presented him with a gift. You could feel him scan the wrapping paper with suspicion.

“This... tradition?” he asked.

“Yes. Open it.”

He carefully unwrapped the paper, his movements precise. Inside was a journal and a fountain pen. A small, almost unnoticeable smile on his lips, his fingers brushing the cover.

“Write... me write. For... learn?”

“Yes. I thought you’d like to practice human writing,” you said with a smile.

He nodded, his stern demeanor softening. “Good gift. You... know me.” He hesitated before adding, “Thank you. I... like.”

---

Mr. Machete

Mr. Machete crossed his arms, watching as you handed him a gift.

“Why? What this?” he asked gruffly.

“It’s a Christmas present. Just open it.”

He frowned but complied, his strong hands making quick work of the wrapping paper. Inside was a simple, durable knife you thought suited his style, though it's nothing compared to his machete.

“Knife. Good,” he said, inspecting the blade.

“Thought you’d like it,” you said with a shrug.

He gave a low chuckle, his sharp teeth flashing in the dim light. “You know me good. You... strong gift-giver.”

---

Mr. Gap

You left Mr. Gap’s gift near the crack in the wall he usually appeared from, unsure if he’d even show up. Moments later, his face peeked out, his eyes narrowing at the package.

“For me?” he asked, his voice echoing slightly.

“Yes, for you,” you said, smiling.

He reached out, pulling the gift into the gap with him. You heard the rustling of paper before his voice rang out again. “Book, me here! I like!” It was just a book with ghost sighting, of him. But he really loves it.

“I see me in book. Good... Me like.” He grinned, disappearing back into the gap, only to reappear moments later with a small trinket for you. “Me give back.”

---

Mr. Chopped

You placed the gift box in front of Mr. Chopped, his eyebrows raised curiously.

“What this?” he asked, his cheerful tone brightening the room.

“I'll open it for you and see!”

He watched with utmost focus, the paper falling away to reveal a small comb and a reindeer hairband. His eyes lit up.

“For hair?”

“Yes, I thought you might like it.”

“Me love! You think of me,” he said, beaming. “Me look cute always now!” He laughed, wanting to try them on already.

---

Mr. Scarletella

You weren’t sure if giving Mr. Scarletella a gift was a good idea, but you did it anyway. He appeared in the doorway, his piercing gaze locking onto the box in your hands.

“For... me?” he asked, his voice low and hesitant.

“Yes. Take it.”

He stepped forward, his movements deliberate as he unwrapped the gift. Inside was a silk ribbon in a deep crimson shade with his name printed on it, nothing much. He stared at it for a moment before tying it around his wrist.

“You... thoughtful,” he murmured, his voice softer than usual. “I... keep always.”

Then he added, "Me want know your nam—" but didn't get to finish when you immediately closed the door. (Poor guy)