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charmdyu · 4 months ago

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ᝰ . . . BABY DON’T LIKE IT 나쁜 짓 !

──── ❝ try being harsher to me, I can feel it babe ╱ let's play all night, don't get tired ❞

⌗ PAIRING: fukami hiroto x male! reader

⌗ SUMMARY: more than just a birthday surprise happened tonight, thanks to hiroto and his never ending jealousy.

⌗ THIS WORK INCLUDES . . . lowercase intended, third person pov, semi-fluff, sexual content, risa doesn’t exist, established relationship, general stuff for hiroto, implied love parallel (that’s right i called it parallel fuck your incorrect use of love triangle), cringy shoujo inspired romance, mentions of age gap (reader is in their early 20s while hiroto is in his early 30s), making out, amab! reader, bttm! reader, semi-jealous sex, birthday sex, soft? sex, hickies, spanking, riding, cowgirl/boy position, creampie, unmentioned unprotected sex, no lube no protection no nothing just two lovers getting their 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴 on, reader puts most of the work in, handjobs (r! receiving), light swearing, smut with plot, tried to fit in comedy the way the show does it but i don’t know if i did it right, my obsession with sakurada dôri, uh.. what else, possible grammar and wording mistakes ❨ not proof read ❩

⌗ EXTRA NOTES: did not intend for this to have smut but one thing lead to another and now this exists ahaha

🃏 — don’t like? don’t read.

━━━━ MIDNIGHT WAS peaking around the corner, the moon revealing itself over the city as golden hour bleed through the curtains of the office building. orange and yellows casting onto (name)’s face as he checked the time on his watch: a soft hum leaving him, biting onto his bottom lip as he waited for a specific person to show—“can’t wait to get out of here, can you?”

(name) tore his attention from the mini-clock on his wrist to the man infront of him. “oh, hansuke!” his dyed bleach blonde hair, clean dark suit and shining smile glittered in (name)’s vision, internally wincing his eyes as he looked into his amber ones; it felt like he was staring at a manhwa character everytime they hung out. (name) blinked pursing his lips, lightly punching at his shoulder with his fist. “i was waiting for you, dummy.”

hansuke gasped with a fake pout, placing a hand over his heart to emphasize how ‘hurt’ he was at his words. “dummy? that really hurts my feelings, (name).” he whined, sniffling his nostrils and bringing his hands to his eyes to wipe nonexistent tears, “you have to learn how be nicer to me… remember, i’m older than you. respect your elders or whatever.”

“by three months.” (name) refuted ignoring the last sentence that left him, twiddling with the silver ring on his left hand. a gift his boyfriend, hiroto, gave him when they first began dating. something to show everyone he was taken and a promise that the two soulmates would replace it with a wedded one once they became husbands in the future. butterflies always flew around in his stomach when he was reminded of this everytime he touched the accessory, husbands. it sounded too perfect to be real.

the man infront of him placed his hands onto his hips, raising an eyebrow flickering his gaze to the ring on his friends’ finger then back onto his face. cocking his head with an airy chuckle, “so? you’re boyfriend is older than the both of us and yet, you still treat him with respect despite him practically being a grandpa.”

(name) rolled his eyes at hansuke’s insult. “thirty isn’t old, is that really the best you can come up with?” he spat, “you’re just mad i already found someone who’ll spend the rest of their life with me while you’re sat around acting like a child.”

“am not!”

“am too!”

“am not!”

“am to—“

the duo’s yells were muffled by a hand being placed onto their mouths. sharp acrylic nails dug into the skin beside (name)’s mouth, furrowing his brows at the woman beside him. “you both are acting like a bunch of children. you guys are in your twenties yet you continue to act like my two year old nephews.”

her stern voice rang in their ears like a bell. “we’re sorry, shinju.” the muffled apologies came out of them as they smiled against her soft palm. a frustrated exhale left her lips, retracting her arms to cross infront of her chest; unbuttoned grey blazer exposing the black dress shirt she wore underneath, pencil-skirt stretching slightly as she clicked her dark heels against the marble floor of the corridor. hair decorated into a slick-bun with side bangs and a grey clip tucking any loose hair on the sides.

“it’s everyday with you two.” shinju smacked verbally, eyes narrowing looking (name) up and down behind her glasses. “what are you still doing here? i thought you went off early because you were going to surprise hiroto for his birthday.”

“i was. but, somebody told me to wait for them so they could help me with it, not letting me know before hand they were stuck late in a meeting.” (name) tilted their head repeatedly, signaling to hansuke next to him. hansuke rolled his eyes with a head shake, slapping (name) on the side of his head with his palm. “well i still made it, didn’t i? stop being such a pissy little b—”

“watch you’re language while you’re at work, hansuke.” sanju exclaimed, sending a firm glare his way with a kick to his shin. hansuke silently yelled bringing his leg up to soothe where her heel had stabbed him, lightly swaying his body back and forth to keep his balance. “you guys have always been so biased towards each other when you’re with me—agh!”

“it doesn’t matter.” the shaking words went unheard as (name) grabbed his ear, a smile sketched onto his mouth scrunching his nose slightly towards shinju hiding her laugh behind her hand. “c’mon, we have to go quickly. hiroto could be back at any minute, we’ll have little time to set up for him if we wait around any longer.”

(name) bowed his head towards shinju, reciprocating his action with a smile as she watched him drag hansuke towards the elevator at the end of the hallway. different types of protests leaving him; grabbing at (name)’s wrist with poor attempts of being freed from his grip. shinju waved her hand, cupping the side of her mouth to yell, “make sure to tell hiroto i said ‘happy birthday!’ ”

the expensiveness of hiroto’s apartment left hansuke with his mouth agape. fingers ghosting over the white furniture as he looked out the window — eyes brightening with the lights of the city illuminating the darkness of tokyo, watching cars drive up and down the streets with the front of their vehicles on. turning his figure to look at (name) setting up streamers on the wall. “i think i can see my mom’s shop from here.”

(name) let out a tiny laugh, reminding him of memories of the first time hiroto brought him here. waking up in hiroto’s bed after he made the mistake of getting drunk on their first date. his nicely-dressed clothes replaced with a baggy shirt that hung from his shoulders and shorts that rode up his thighs. fuzzy remembrance of the events before sloshed in his brain, drowsy eyes darting around the well organized room. everything looked so… valuable; stepping out to be met with the smell of coffee hitting his nostrils and hiroto standing there more handsome than how he was yesterday.

outfit the same as last night. the only difference was his light blue shirt being unbuttoned at the top to reveal his bare chest covered in markings ( were those… hickies? ) black hair slightly messy and dark slacks replaced with loose grey sweatpants. lips drawn with a gorgeous smile onto his face as he made eye contact with him.

“sorry i didn’t wake you. you looked peaceful when you were sleeping, i couldn’t bring myself to disturb you.” hiroto said, watching (name) take slow steps towards him reaching out to grab the warm cup in his hand: muttering out a small ‘thank you’ as he sipped. (name) hummed with satisfaction at the hot feeling in his mouth, licking off any excess foam the drink left inbetween his vermillion. “it’s good, isn’t it?”

hiroto leaned forward planting his hands against the counter, blinking with his lustful eyes watching (name) nod. poor attempts of avoiding any type of contact with his vision as he spoke, “you really know how to satisfy someone’s taste buds… i guess that’s why your company owns coffee and vanilla. only someone like you can make something this great.” hiroto blushed at the constant trail of complements, face flushing with a flustered laugh exiting his rosy-colored lips. “you’re too kind to me, (name)..”

his hand reached out to the others laid on the counter, carefully intertwining their fingers together. smirking seeing the way they fit perfectly against each other like sets of puzzle pieces. planting a kiss to the back of it, chapstick leaving a faint texture on it as he looked up through his curled lashes, a grin curling the corners of his mouth. “i bet you say that to all of the men you’ve slept with.”

── huh?!

(name) coughed, shaking away the thoughts of that scene from his head. soothing down any creases in the black outfit he wore, focusing his attention to hansuke; seeing him struggle with a banner on one of the walls. one side was tilting, leaving the rest to be asymmetrical whenever gazed on it. “no—hansuke, you’re placing it wrong.” without thinking, (name) separated from where he was standing with quiet footsteps upon the wooden floor as he grabbed the fabric from hansuke’s hold. “here, let me do it.”

(name) fumbled on the step stool his friend was using, extending his arms higher with the thumbtack placed between his fingers to stick the banner still. hansuke hesitated before placing his right hand on his lower back to keep him steady, left crossing from his waist to his stomach. “hands to yourself, hansuke.”

hansuke scoffed, “shush, you know i’m only doing this to keep you from cracking your skull open.” (name) rolled his eyes, cocking his head towards the banner with a faint smirk. “whatever helps you sleep at night.”

“there! all done.” (name) spouted checking over the cloth, tilting his torso to the side to glance and make sure it was how he wanted it to be. he crossed his arms with pride looking over to hansuke with content, “looks better than how you did it, don’t ya’ think?”

“like i would ever tell you.” he spat with annoyance in his tone, pursing his lips against each other. internally nodding at how much better the banner looked now that it was fixed better, damn it he was right. (name) planted his foot on one of the steps of the stool, the furniture wobbled horribly with his actions. tearing itself from the floor as (name) lost his stability, tumbling backwards with an unsuspecting gasp. fuck!

closing his eyes as he waited to collide with the wood, a confused grunt leaving him when the feeling never came. opening his eyes slowly, seeing he was on the floor but not in the way he expected to be in; hansuke with his arm wrapped around his waist, hand flat next to his head as their faces were inches away from each other. heavy breathing leaving the two as they connected their eyes together, (name) darted his pupils around hansuke’s features. his eyebrows were creased, cold breath leaving his lips brushing against (name)’s own.

“(name)...”

“hansuke..” (name) sputtered, furrowing his brows together feeling how numb his hands were becoming from how he balled them into fists on his chest. “get off of me—”

“please, don’t stop on my account.”

the duo ripped away from each other at the recognizable voice. the soothing vocal stream of words filled (name)’s ears as the two peered over to the figure standing at the door of the living room, hiroto; wearing his usual suit with one of his hands digging into the pockets of his slacks, glasses tipping on his sloped nose with how he glared at hansuke. loosening his tie, flickering his eyes between them and at the décor filling the room. “is this my gift? it’s definitely a surprise, if you ask me.”

“hiroto!” (name) yelled, quickly shoving hansuke beside; ignoring how he winced when he stood up. smoothing down his clothes with his ruffed palms as he stepped towards hiroto cautiously, gulping to sooth down his dry mouth, “you’re home, i—”

hiroto cut him off by grabbing his forearm and shoving him against his chest, wrapping his arms tightly around his shoulders without removing the jealous death stare he had towards hansuke. muffled words left (name) from inbetween his cage, gripping his fingers on hiroto’s blazer.

hansuke laughed awkwardly, rubbing his sweaty hands onto his pants to dry them. “hiroto! um, long time no see, buddy!” he exclaimed in a friendly way, fist bumping the air as he looked at him, hoping to ease the uncomfortable tension between them. “you look, as handsome as ever! heh… how ya’ been?—”

“get out of my house.”

“yes, sir.”

hansuke murmured, lowering his head when he frantically scrambled away from them, grabbing his things from the hanger near the door and slamming it behind him. (name) stiffled a smile at the scene with a breathy laugh leaving him, one that picked into hiroto’s ears, rubbing at his shoulders. “i didn’t know you were this ambitious, such a cruel birthday for me.”

(name) widened his eyes, lifting his head to meet up with hiroto’s gaze, seeing a teary-eyed shine gloss over his pupils along with furrowed brows. “no, hiroto! you’ve got it all wrong—” he stammered separating from him once he felt his arms loosening around his figure, hoisting his hands to rest at hiroto’s face, “he was just here to help me—nothing more!”

“help?” hiroto supressed a laugh, pouting his bottom lip out with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “that didn’t look like help to me.”

the shift in his expression didn’t go unnoticed by (name) as he ripped off from his lover with a look of annoyance. “don’t joke with me!” he cried, lightly punching at his chest with his knuckles. “i really thought you were mad at me for a second.” hiroto blew out air from his open-mouthed grin, tapping his chin with his index finger as he tilted his head. “but i love seeing you try to defend yourself, it’s my favorite game to play.”

hiroto grabbed at the space between (name)’s chin and lips, tugging him closer to attach their lips together. the feeling of possessiveness brushed against every connection their mouths made, changing the air in the room along with the heat pooling around their bodies sending fire to their core’s. “you know i belong to you, hiroto..”

he hummed against (name)’s lips, pressing another peck before separating, “and you know how i feel when you’re bring other men here.” hiroto whispered bending to press his mouth over (name)’s neck, biting on the skin earning an unexpected jolt over the others body. “naughty boys like you need to be punished.”

“eh, hiroto?—”

“if you want me…” hiroto grabbed at his wrists, dragging (name)’s hand to lay against his crotch. grunting at the feeling of his hand rubbing over the prominence of his bulge, the low tone in his voice made (name) ache with the warm feeling. “then you’re gonna have to work for it.”

“hiroto—ah!”

(name) yelped at the feeling of a hard smack colliding with the hot irritation of his ass, body stiffening and hands attempting to shift away from the tight grip hiroto had on it. every hit echoed in the quietness of their shared bedroom, a shadow painted across from them of the position they were in; hiroto sat on the end of the bed with half of his suit discarded on the ground, two buttons of his collar exposing the top of his chest and sleeves rolled to rest over his elbows.

and (name). half naked with his pants gone, only having his shirt cover him and his embarrassment. face flushed with heat filling his cheeks as he was bent over hiroto’s lap, torso aching at the uncomfortable sense of his thighs digging into it.

“y’know.. i think hansuke might have a crush on you.” hiroto spoke up, fingers tracing over the (name)’s tailbone. he winced, chest heaving with unstable breaths at the feeling of hiroto’s perfectly cut nails against him. “do you think he’d like seeing you like this? i know i would if i were him.”

(name) only let out a whine, lowering his head with his breath caught in his throat. “i’ve seen the way he looks at you.” he stated, “he probably wants you all to himself.” hiroto shifted their position, changing (name) from being on his lap to laying flat on their bed. running his hands over his thighs to his stiff cock, tracing his fingers from the base to the tip. “too bad, i don’t like sharing.”

hiroto faltered his movements, retracing his hand and plopping himself on the side next to (name). (name) blinked at him, sitting up on his elbows as they stared at eachother, hiroto with arousal in his gaze and (name) with confusion in his own at the change of scene. “hiroto?”

“undress me.”

“huh?”

“undress me.” hiroto repeated with a grin, “you didn’t expect the birthday boy to do all of the hard labor, did you?”

(name) felt his mouth go dry, lips agape with a small head shake of agreement. swallowing the lump in his throat as his shaking hands reached out to hiroto’s shirt, mimicking the things hiroto would do to him in his place. one by one, the buttons were removed — making hiroto shudder at the cold coming in contact with his bare chest, small kisses planted onto his faintly marked skin.

fingers drifting to rub against his nipples, soft whimpers coming out of hiroto at all of the attention being sent his way. (name) glanced at him, hands hovering over hiroto’s hard-on straining through his pants with uncertainty. “hiroto… can i?”

“when have i ever said no to you?”

(name) quickened the pace he had in unzipping hiroto’s pants — revealing his aching cock, the tip pink and pretty with small bits of precum leaking from it. hiroto smirked, watching (name) straddle over him with his knees planted next to his hips; hovering over his cock as he pressed his hands down onto his abdomen. “there’s no need to rush, we have all the time in the world.” hiroto said dragging his hands down his stomach in a teasing manner.

the two let out quick moans once (name) had lowered himself, grabbing hiroto’s cock to fit perfectly inside him — lightly stretching him open with how tight he was, “fuck.” (name) whined shoving himself up and down, hitting the spot that his dick was somehow able to reach everytime; it was like every part of hiroto was molded just for him. chest heaving at every bit of pleasure sending signals around his body, tiny squelching sounds filling their ears from hiroto’s dripping cum filling (name)’s insides.

“c’mere.” hiroto sat up, grabbing the back of (name)’s head to bring him into a open-mouthed kiss; their tongues drifting around in the others, saliva mixing together with no seem of breaking. hiroto rubbing at (name)’s own, his cock filling his hand as he jerked him off with movements repeating how he rode on his dick,

“perfect f’me.” he moaned during pecks, strings of the liquid melting in their mouths connecting to their lips. (name) whimpered wrapping his arms onto hiroto’s shoulders, arching his back as he deepened their kiss; not caring of the fight their lungs were making for air as they felt intoxicated by each other, nothing else mattered but them. “yeah, all for you.”

the sound of cars driving by and beeping for whatever reason didn’t phase the duo, being with each other was all they need. no ounce of care left in their bodies to disturb them, nothing about the situation with hansuke filled their memories either, just the tension and jealous-filled decisions that turned into nothing but love. how long have they going at this for? it felt likes hours have gone by, yet the time on the clock was still the same. the coil in (name)’s stomach was loosening, a snap reaching out to overcome him as he furrowed his brows. “ah!—hiroto… hiroto!-“

“i know— me too, me too..”

hiroto latched onto his throat like a vampire, biting down on the fresh hickey he had left there earlier; body spasming with cum spurting out of his cock, painting (name)’s walls white with excess dripping out slightly as (name) continued to move onto him at a faster speed. his own release coming out of his irritated tip, the liquid staining the middles of the two like messy artwork as they panted. hiroto resting his head into the side of (name)’s neck, pushing his cheek against it and licking at his puffed lips enjoying the leftover silence entering the room.

(name) treaded his fingers through hiroto’s slightly knotted up hair, pressing lazy kisses to his scalp not realizing ( or caring that ) his cock was still stuck inside him with his cum leaking out of hole. he readjusted his posture, eyes brightening as a smile stretched across his face, separating hiroto from his neck with a gentle tug. “i almost forgot—” hiroto raised a brow at the removal of warmth, humming in confusion seeing the bright grin spread onto (name)’s face. tilting his head to the side, waiting for what was next as he admired his features.

“shinju says happy birthday. ”

a/n: happy valentines day how the hell do you write smut

(creds to czennies_assemble)

#♡ lovework #❥. ethanswork

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charmdyu · 4 months ago

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ᝰ . . . THE DISASTROUS LIFE OF (NAME) KUSUO !

──── masterlist 𓈒 𓈒 𓈒 MAIN CHARACTERS ( so far! )

(NAME) KUSUO / SAIKI KUSUO ( 斉木楠雄 ), the main protagonist who hates their role

(NAME) KUSUO our beloved protagonist whose often seen by themselves and refuses to speak to anyone unless it’s by telepathy. their face is constantly molded into a reticent expression, never once smiling at the littlest things ( at least that’s what everyone thinks ).

they’re extremely introverted, a constant shut-in and prefer to keep away from being the center of attention. they’re always avoiding their least “favorite” classmates at any given chance; whether that’s by teleporting to the other side of earth or the bottom of the ocean, they’ll do anything to stay away from them.

and i mean, anything.

they have the desire of living a normal life but can never seem to achieve it with their “gift.” they try the best they can to avoid ever using their abilities and rely on doing things themselves, but when they’re surrounded with odd people who could possibly tarnish the image they’ve made or cause havoc around them—they can’t seem to follow on with that rule.

despite how cruel they act, they can actually be kind and helpful towards others when they want to be ( but they refuse to acknowledge this and continue to proceed with the tsundere characteristics they have ).

NAOTA RYOUICHIROU / NENDŌ RIKI ( 燃堂力 ), the dull-witted friend

NAOTA RYOUICHIROU is an airhead with a gold heart made for aiding others. he self-proclaims himself as (name)’s “buddy” due to specific history they have with eachother; he’ll always be seen treading alongside (name) with another companion, kouji syouma.

he can never seem to get the hint that (name) doesn’t like him, constantly clashing his dumbness and bad manners in with (name)’s opposite personality. if you disregard the way (name) thinks of him, you’ll see that they actually admire his kindness towards everyone and the way he never refuses to help those in need.

people fear him due to his intimidating looks, thinking that he’s a dangerous person with the scar adorning his left eye—when in reality, he’s very sweet and means well ( but is also slightly perverted ).

TADAKO KINZA / TERUHASHI KOKOMI ( 照橋心美 ), the most beautiful girl in the “whole world”

TADAKO KINZA is overconfident and considers herself to be the most beautiful and kindest girl alongside everyone whose been praising her since birth for her appearance; so it’s no surprise when she’s constantly manipulating the surroundings around her and is able to get whatever she wants because of her pretty privilege, she’s just simply self-aware!

despite how arrogant she seems, she can be extremely competitive in secret—the determination she has fuels inside her once she realizes she has crush on her classmate, (name), but they have zero interest in her. so, she drives herself to do anything that would make them like her and give her their undivided attention in hope for them to finally be hers.

unbeknownst to her, (name) is constantly doing everything in their power ( literally ) to prevent her from getting what she wants.

KOUJI SYOUMA / KAIDOU SHUN ( 海藤瞬 ), the fighter against the dark reunion

KOUJI SYOUMA is an…. interesting guy to say the least. just like tadako kinza, he’s very overconfident and conceited; claiming himself to be the reincarnation of a character he made up called “the jet-black wings” with superhuman abilities made to defeat an organization called the dark reunion. he’s an attention-seeker whose always looking to impress others and his friend (name), who he’s very attached too.

he’s constantly putting himself in dangerous situations due to his imagination knowing that he won’t be able to do anything with how much of a coward he is in the face of it, frequently leaving (name) to always secretly come to his rescue to prevent him from hurting himself. his courage is severe and he has a very simple mind that gets manipulated often—but anyone who tries him never goes far since ( like i said before ) (name) is always a few steps ahead of him.

due to his character, he’s always seen wearing red bandages on his hands to “control” his powers. yes, he’s delusional but, (name) can’t deny they enjoy feeding into his world since they know everything he says isn’t true.

YUUKI CHISAKI / YUMEHARA CHIYO ( 夢原知予 ), the romantic with an undying desire for love

YUUKI CHISAKI is someone who will do anything for love; this is evident when she develops a crush on her classmate, (name) kusuo—making multiple attempts in order for them to notice her before moving onto other peers once she loses interest in them. she’s extremely unlucky when it comes to relationships, breaking up with numerous boys only to come crawling back to (name) at any given chance: giving (name) more problems when they have to also do anything they can to keep her plans from working while dealing with tadako kinza at the same time.

TAKAYOSHI RYOUGO / TORITSUKA REITA ( 鳥束零太 ), the spirit medium

TAKAYOSHI RYOUGO is a massive pervert. he’s always oversexualizing the girls around him, doing anything he can to make them like him even if his actions causes the complete opposite. alongside (name), he was also born with unnatural powers; the ability to see, talk, and get possessed by ghosts—but with someone like him, it’s obvious he never uses these powers for normal. instead asking ghosts to do his bidding in seeing which color underwear a girl is wearing. since (name) is the only other psychic he knows, in an instant he immediately wants to befriend them, not caring if they ignore him and choosing to constantly bug them to share their powers with him.

HIROAKI KOUSUKE / HAIRO KINESHI ( 灰呂杵志 ), the saying “never back down, never what?” as a person

HIROAKI KOUSUKE is possibly the only normal person in pk academy besides (name) who doesn’t have romantic interest in tadako kinza. he’s very fiery and energetic along with being a cliché athlete. he’s reliable to others with trying to do the right thing at every turn, he doesn’t have a specific group of friends but for some reason he always prefers to hang around (name) and their party. there’s not much else to describe about him, he’s weird but in a generous approach and he’s wayyyy too enthusiastic for his own good. so far (name) has no problems with him.

do not look at his butt after he’s fallen down.

🃏 — this will be updated once the story progresses and more characters get introduced!

#♡ lovework #to write smthing like this if i have the dedication

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charmdyu · 4 months ago

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you and your boyfriend haven’t been on the best terms. he doesn’t make you feel that spark you used to feel back then. it was exciting back then, but now, he doesn’t please you the way he used to. all you see is the same old routine day in and day out. but there's one silver lining—his daddy. that fine ass, powerful ceo who’s a certified dilf that you would one-hundred percent rail you if he gave you that chance any fuckin day of the week.

you were off to your boyfriend’s house to get some of your stuff back since you were planning on breaking up with him anyway, and you have too much of your stuff in his room that you need. as soon as you ring the doorbell, your not met with your shitty boyfriend, your met with his dad — satoru. (he’s so fine ! )

“hello?” he asks, holding the door open and staring right at you in that tight ass dress your boyfriend got for your birthday. “it’s you. my son’s girlfriend.” he states bluntly. “come inside.” he holds the door open for you, watching the way that your clothes hugged your curves and ass so perfectly.

“he told me you were coming — i’ll show you where his room is since he’s not home. said he’ll be here in ten.” satoru’s firm expression doesn’t dare to leave his handsome face as he walks upstairs. his suit hugs his muscular and toned framed — god, is this man hotter than your own boyfriend for god’s sake. it makes your panties damp. so. fucking. wet.

“grab what you need.” he says, checking the time on his rolex watch. shit. it’s an hour before he has to get back to work. and yes, he should’ve left a few minutes ago, but the way your dress hikes up when you bend down to get your stuff from his bottom drawer, it makes his cock hard and strain against his suit. your pussy under those lace panties looks soaked.

his bricked up dick pressed against your wet clothed sex, his arms wrapping around your waist. “looks like my son isn’t treating you right, hm?” his fingers slide your panties down and find their way to your needy cunt, sliding in effortlessly. he knows how to touch you in all the right ways— ways that your boyfriend never did.

you knew this was wrong, but fuckk— how could you resist such a fine man as satoru himself? what was there to dislike and gag ‘n grimace (on his cock) about? your boyfriend couldn’t get you all hot ‘n bothered like this for months— so what’s wrong with letting his daddy do it for him? plus, he won’t be here until ten minutes. you’ve got all the time you want, actually. ‘cause you don’t care if he sees at this point.

#⊹₊ ˚‧ deathanniversaryworks #jjk fanfic #⊹₊ ˚‧writing #jjk #smut #jjk x reader #gojo satoru #jjk smut #jjk satoru #satoru gojo x reader #yes i’m alive ❕

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charmdyu · 4 months ago

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YANDERE GANGSTER

☆ name: Felix Marino (Феликс Марино | Félix Marino) → "Fortunate and Of the Sea"

☆ ethnicity : Italian-American

☆ age : 34

☆ gender : Male

☆ mbti : INTJ

☆ his story : [click to proceed]

Once just a regular blue-collar worker with a simple dream—build a good life for his wife and their unborn daughter. But fate had other plans. A tragic misunderstanding led to his wife's brutal murder at the hands of a gang seeking revenge for a crime he never committed. Grief turned into vengeance, and vengeance turned into power. One by one, he eliminated those responsible, leaving no stone unturned, no soul spared. But revenge wasn’t enough—it never is. By the time the dust settled, he had built an empire from the ashes of his pain. Now, he rules one of the most feared mafia syndicates in the world, his name whispered in both reverence and terror.

He’s a ghost of the man he used to be, his heart long buried with his wife. He tells himself love is no longer for him—his wife would have hated the monster he’s become. But in a world of blood and betrayal, the past has a way of creeping back in when least expected.

☆ appearance:

Dark brown hair, always neatly styled but never too perfect—like he doesn’t care, but somehow, it still looks effortless.

Dark green eyes with brown flecks, almost black in the shadows, but strikingly green in the sunlight—if he ever lets himself stand in it.

6'2" with a lean but powerful build—every move he makes is calculated, every step, deliberate.

A face that looks carved from stone—strong jawline, sharp cheekbones, an expression that rarely changes.

Wears expensive but understated suits, always in dark colors—nothing flashy, just powerful.

Tattoos: His wife's name on one wrist, their unborn daughter’s name on the other, the only softness left in him. He has various other tattoos of flowers and snakes running down his arms and his back.

☆ personality:

Cold, calculating, and terrifyingly efficient—he doesn’t waste words or emotions.

A master of control—of himself, of his enemies, of the entire underworld.

Speaks in a quiet, measured tone, but when he gives an order, it’s absolute.

Loyalty is sacred to him—betrayal is met with ruthless consequences.

His patience is legendary, but once it runs out, there’s no going back.

Haunted by his past but refuses to show it—his grief is a private wound, one that never truly heals.

Believes emotions are a liability, yet can't fully extinguish the ghost of the man he used to be.

☆ with a lover:

He doesn’t do casual—if he lets someone in, it’s serious, but that’s a rare occurrence.

Overprotective to a dangerous degree—if you’re his, no one touches you. Period.

Doesn’t believe he’s capable of love anymore, but if it happens, it’ll be deep, intense, and consuming.

Shows love in subtle ways—protecting, providing, making sure you’re safe before you even realize you’re in danger.

Will never say "I love you" easily, but his actions will speak louder than any words ever could.

Doesn't do jealousy—he does ownership. If you're his, he makes sure you know it.

☆ strengths:

Unmatched strategic mind—he sees five moves ahead at all times.

Ice-cold under pressure—he never panics, never loses control.

Deadly with both words and weapons—he can end someone with either.

Inspires fear and loyalty in equal measure—his presence alone is enough to command a room.

Never forgets a debt—whether he owes one or is collecting one.

☆ weaknesses:

His past—no matter how much he buries it, it never truly stays dead.

Love—he tells himself he’s incapable, but if he ever lets someone in, they’d become his greatest weakness.

His wife's memory—she is both his strength and his curse, the one thing that can still make him hesitate.

He doesn't know when to stop—revenge, power, control—he always wants more.

Has built his empire alone and trusts almost no one—loneliness is his own prison.

☆ relationships:

Wife (deceased): The only woman he ever loved, the only person who ever made him truly happy. Her memory haunts him, and he wonders if she’d still recognize him now.

Unborn Daughter (deceased): A life that never got to begin, but one he still mourns every single day.

Right-Hand Man: The only person he trusts, the only one who dares to speak freely in his presence.

Enemies: Too many to count, but they all share the same fear—crossing him means death.

Potential Love Interest: If someone ever manages to break through his walls, they’ll find a man who is both terrifying and deeply, painfully human.

☆ extra:

Speaks fluent Italian, English, Russian and a handful of other languages (for business reasons).

Has a soft spot for old jazz and classical music—not that anyone would dare comment on it.

Never lets anyone see his wrists uncovered—those tattoos are the only vulnerability he has left.

Keeps a single photograph of his wife tucked inside his wallet. No one has ever seen him look at it.

#❥. pookadooka odin #OMG ITS SO GOOD I I I #giggles and kicks feet #love this

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i was thinking abt maybe like omega!satoru and alpha!geto + reader idk

it’s been in my mind for so long i’m gonna flip

you, geto and satoru’s dynamic was pretty… alright to say the least. best friends since highschool to college. two alphas and a needy omega, yeah the dynamic is pretty good. aside from the pheromone releases of satoru anytime he finds you and geto snuggled up without him and send him to corner like a bad pup. he cant join in on the fun if he’s going to be whining and whimpering while sneakily trying to rub his swollen hard cock under his shorts.

but it’s fine— as the two people in authority, you always keep ‘toru in check no matter what. refusal to catch up on some studying ‘cause he’s a dumb little jock? no touching or groping for 2 hours. says no to being used a pussy sleeve? awh. it’s usually the ball gag or geto deals with him for the night— but he’s going to get up each afternoon and nuzzle his head up into your thighs while leaving tear stains because geto’s holding his head back and you won’t allow him to eat you out like an obedient little doggie. awh. awh— awh to the way his calloused and big palms reach behind you and rub the soft part of your lower back. awh to the way he’s a grown ass man whining like a fuckin’ child.

it was hot. too hot to be going to class anytime soon. the AC was broken with minimal cool hair blowing through, fans in the room didn’t do shit, cropped tees ‘n shorts and having satoru fan you and geto in the living room where it was mostly “cold” didn’t help at all. didn’t geto say satoru called up the repairman before the incoming heatwave? fuck. that mutt couldn’t do shit right.

“stop.” geto puts his hand up in front of satoru’s face, beckoning him to stop fanning you. “it’s too hot. you’ve done well, it’s just the heat.” and of course (after fanning the two of you for… what? thirty minutes with an arm cramp) he puts the fan down and sprints into the bedroom. shit—what the fuck is that smell that puppy just left? musky.. vanilla cashmere with a hint of old linen. did he forget to take his suppressants?

geto immediately sighs and his arms around your body begin to loosen up a little. “did he forget to.. didn’t you remind him? doesn’t he have a reminder for that?” he groans and sighs before throwing his head back on the soft head of the couch. “go check— he’ll try to aggravate me if i dare go in there.“ fuck. all you wanted to do was to lay up with your packmates with the AC and cool air with them but noo, this pup just had to be forgetful, huh? whatever. i mean, you goin’ into the room to scold him ‘n to make his ass take his suppressants , but hell that musky sweaty and somewhat sweet smell keeps filling your nose. “c’mon, ‘toru, baby—“ your narrowed eyes catch glimpse of how many fucking clothes, boxers, underwear’s and panties his bundled up and covered in like they were the most comfortable winter coat for an expedition.

“pleasepleaseplease—“ he whines, stuffing his face into one of geto’s hoodies, sweatshirts and boxers and tossed off to the side was your expensive laced panties and bras. “it hurts— it hurts s’bad—“ he’s so sensitive it makes you wanna cradle that mutt forever.

#⊹₊ ˚‧ deathanniversaryworks #jjk #jjk fanfic #⊹₊ ˚‧writing #jjk smut #jjk x reader #jjk x you #smut #yes this was a little based on challengers somehow #jjk satoru #jjk gojo #jjk geto #ꔫ　𐔌 isis ‘ thinks #jjk fic #ok bye ily ♡ mwa #gn reader #gender neutral reader #should i make a p2

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#so cute i would die if i used this tbh

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charmdyu · 4 months ago

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𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞..❤︎︎

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠'𝐬 : 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐒𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐀𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐚! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥!

𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬!, f/f = favorite fruit, f/s = favorite snack/snacks

Valentines day. It was a special day for everyone, well, at least for everyone but you. Valentines day was okay for you, at least you got chocolates from your siblings! Especially Annabeth and Luke, they were the ones who mostly got them for you. Listen, its not that you didnt like Valentines day, it was just dreadful. Hearing everyone talk about their partners was utterly ridiculous, and seeing them hangout, kissing, hugging, and more was even worse!

Luke and Annabeth blamed it on the lack of love you have or the fact that you hadn't gotten a valentine since.. Since forever!? You hadn't gotten a valentine at all! You were sick of it and just accepted the fact you were never gonna get a valentine ever, or even a partner at all!

That was until you saw Percy. Percy Jackson, Son of Poseidon. You liked him, well not entirely.. You tried denying ur feelings. Especially because your demigod sister, Annabeth, seemed really close to him, so you just ignored Percy and tried avoiding him at ALL costs. Sure it was hard, he always tried initiating a conversation with you before you quickly and only replied with a “hold on, im busy“ and just never talk to him again after. Of course it was mean but you just couldn't bring yourself to like someone your sister likes! That was before 2 days before Valentines day you opened up to Percy (only because he begged you to train with him), finally having a normal conversation for once..

2 days before Valentines Day..(flashback)

“M/n!” You heard your name being yelled out and you turn around to see who it is, just to see a light golden haired boy with striking sea-green eyes. You sigh as he runs up to you with a sword in his hand “M/n.. pleasepleasepracticewithmeIhavenooneelsetoaskandLukewontdoitbecausehesbusysopleasepleasepleasepracticewithme!!..” Percy said, quickly as he put his hands on your shoulders and begged. You grunt as you put your hands on his shoulders and make him stop shaking you, planting both of you on the ground, “Fine! Just stop shaking me!” You say, panting before you catch your breath and cure your dizziness. Percy smiles and hugs you before letting out a thank you.

You and Percy walked towards the sword fighting arena together, luckily for the both of you, it wasnt as awkward and weird as you thought it would be. The walk was nice and quiet, except for everyone else around the duo talking. When you guys walked into the sword fighting arena, you quickly grabbed a sword and Percy took out a pen, “weird..” you thought to yourself before he uncapped it and Riptide came out. So that was the weapon he used, you quickly composed yourself and shook ur limbs, getting ready before you take your stance and Percy takes his.

The both of you counted to three before Percy attacked first, striking his sword on top of you before you block it and slide your sword on his, making a screeching sound before you push him off. “Damm this guy is strong..”, you thought to yourself, I mean, you dont really blame him since he is the Son of Poseidon, but other than that he does work our every now and then. You then swiftly moved towards Percy and sidestepped, he looked to his right before you swing your sword at him. He blocks it and pushes you off almost as quick as you moved, a bead of sweat rolls down your forehead before he tries to attack you again, only for you to block it.

A few minutes had gone by before the both of you were left sweating and panting, you guys still weren’t done training since Percy insisted to finish until one of you lost. You quickly moved to strike again before Percy strike’s back, causing you to fall and lose balance, your grip still on the sword before Percy points Riptide against your neck. You had lost, sadly. You panted and got up as soon as Percy put his stupid sword-pen thingy away, you never got how magic worked. Anyways, you went towards a bench that had your water and you uncapped it before you started drinking some of it, you were so thirsty you swore you could’ve just drank anything right there and then. You finished drinking your water and looked up before flapping your shirt to let the air dry your body up from the inside. Percy did the same.

“M/n, thank you so much for training with me, honestly!”, he said, wiping the sweat off his forehead before drinking some more of his water. “Its nothing, to be honest, I only did it so you wouldn’t annoy me anymore..” you said, chuckling a bit before finishing your water bottle. The both of you had left after talking for a bit and you went back to your cabin and got another orange shirt that said “camp half-blood” and some streetwear jorts, they were a bit baggy, but they fit you! (pretty fashionable right?)

You grabbed a towel as well and went to the communal bathrooms to take a shower. You entered and turned on the hot water before balancing it with the cold water and stepping in, the water hitting your body perfectly. You were a VERY clean person and you washed every single part of your body. You had a lotion that made you smell like coconut and vanilla, it was amazing. Percy had took note on the fact you smelled like that. After an hour, in the shower (like I said, very clean) you left and had gone back to the Athena cabin, drying your hair with a towel before you walk in and greet your siblings before you put the towel away and go to bed.

In Percys cabin, he was thinking about a gift basket in order to ask you to be his valentine.

Present day - February 14 - Valentines Day

You had sat on the stairs of your cabin, drawing buildings and how you were gonna make something big and inspirational. You had drew for a bit before you heard footsteps getting closer and you looked up before seeing Percy.

“Percy? What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be with An-“ “-I don’t wanna be with Annabeth right now, I wanna show you something.” He said, quickly taking his hand out towards you, hoping you’d take it and get up. Luckily for him, you took it and got up before closing your sketchbook and holding it in your left hand. You felt a bit.. embarrassed as you both held hands, walking to wherever Percy was gonna show you something.

The duo had finally reached up to the forest of Camp Half-Blood where Percy got claimed. You stood there as Percy let go of your hand and he grabbed something out of no where (Grover was hiding and holding the basket for him) before you turned. When you turned, you had the most surprised look on your face and Percy swore your eyes had shined.

“Will you be my valentine?..” Percy said in a soft tone, holding the basket with some of your f/f and your f/s. You grab the basket gently and your fingers grazed before you nodded. “Of course!” You said happily before hugging him, he hugged back obviously, his hands around your waist.

The both of you stayed hugging for a bit before you guys separated, still close but not too close. “So, if I were to ask you to be my boyfriend..” “Too fast, seaweed..” You said, both of you just chuckled before you both hugged again.

You guys went back to camp happily, hand in hand. Annabeth had seen the both of you and she had the most brightest smile ever when she came up to the both of you. You were happy to hear that she didn’t like Percy like that and he didn’t like her like that.

Its done 🥹 anyways, I made this while being sick so it might be a bit bad, and it also might my my longest one..

#yummalicous

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charmdyu · 4 months ago

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ׁ ׅ♡ 𓏵 🐰 𝗿𝗶bbꪮns ۪── ͟𓇼 𝑔𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑒. ݁ 🐾ൃ

#symbols #aesthetic symbols #messy symbols #messy layouts

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charmdyu · 4 months ago

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❝ V A C A N C Y ❞ ・── cho sang-woo

◟warnings — dom!sang-woo ⋆ dirty talk ⋆ unprotected p in v ⋆ MDNI 18+

it’s late. the lighting in shitty motel room is dim, the neon glow from the sign outside bleeding through the dusty curtains. the air reeks with the smell of sex, sweat, stale cigarettes and cheap detergent. CHO SANG-WOO has you on your stomach, one big, calloused hand splayed between your shoulder blades, keeping you pressed into the mattress. he’s slow tonight. not in a teasing way—more like he’s savouring it, the heat of youl, the way you clench around him with every measured thrust.

“shh,” he murmurs when you whimper, his hand sliding up to the nape of your neck. he squeezes gently, thumb brushing over your pulse. “keep quiet for me.”

he’s not being mean about it. if anything, his voice is soft, damn near affectionate. but there’s an edge to it, that quiet authority that makes your stomach flip. he leans in, his chest pressing to your back, lips brushing over the shell of your ear.

“the walls are thin. don’t wanna wake anyone, do we?”

you shake your head, but it’s hard to focus when he’s buried so deep inside you, rolling his hips slow and steady, dragging every inch of himself along your walls. he’s so fucking deep it’s making you dizzy. his free hand slides under your body, fingertips tracing the curve of your stomach before dipping between your legs. the touch is gentle, a contrast to the firm grip still holding you down.

“fuck,” he exhales, voice rough, strained. “you feel that?” he presses his palm against your stomach, right over where he’s stretching you open. “so full, huh? taking me so well.”his pace stutters then, something raw breaking through his control. he groans into your skin, lips trailing down your neck, sucking a mark into your shoulder.

“gonna come for me, sweetheart?” his voice is low, coaxing, but there’s a quiet demand underneath the sweetness. “be good and give it to me.”

and when you do—when you shudder beneath him, nails digging into the sheets, walls fluttering around him—he exhales sharply, thrusts turning rougher, more erratic. his hand clamps over your mouth just as he groans against your shoulder, hips grinding deep, burying himself to the hilt as he comes inside you. his breath is hot against your skin, and he stays like that for a moment, pressed against you, cock still nestled deep. then, finally, he exhales, smoothing a hand over your back, thumb rubbing slow circles against your spine.

“good girl,” he mutters, kissing the nape of your neck before pulling the blanket over the both of you.

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YANDERE SUPERMODEL

☆ name: Zara Mirza (زارا مرزا | ஜாரா மிர்சா) → "Radiant and Noble Princess"

☆ ethnicity : Indian

☆ age : 22

☆ gender : Female

☆ mbti : ESFP

☆ her story : [click to proceed]

Born into a world of luxury and love, she has always been the apple of her father's eye. With her mother passing away at a young age, her father raised her like the most precious gem in his collection. Anything she wants, she gets—no questions asked. But that doesn’t mean she lacks ambition. She worked her way into the modeling world, leveraging both her natural beauty and her relentless confidence. Now, at 22, she dominates the fashion industry, her striking red hair making her instantly recognizable on runways and magazine covers.

She’s charming, playful, and knows exactly how to get what she wants. But beneath her spoiled exterior, she’s fiercely loyal to those she loves. She enjoys the high life, but make no mistake—she’s not just a pretty face. She’s clever, calculating, and has a sharp wit that can cut as deeply as a designer blade.

☆ appearance :

Long, fiery red hair, always styled to perfection

Golden-brown skin with a radiant glow

Sharp, feline-like almond eyes with hazel-brown irises

5'10" with an elegant, statuesque frame—exactly the right height for a high-fashion model

Legs for days, always accentuated by designer heels

A wardrobe filled with exclusive couture pieces, mostly gifts from designers who adore her

Signature accessory: a delicate gold anklet, a gift from her late mother that she never takes off

☆ personality :

The definition of a confident queen—she walks like she owns every room she enters

Can be a bit of a diva, but in a way that makes people admire her rather than hate her

Always gets her way, but somehow makes it look effortless instead of bratty

Playful, flirty, and full of mischief—she enjoys making people flustered just for fun

Protective of her close friends, even if she teases them relentlessly

Beneath the glamour, she has a soft side—especially when it comes to her father

A bit spoiled, but has a surprising amount of street smarts when necessary

Can be manipulative when she wants something, but in a charming, almost forgivable way

Deeply afraid of losing those she loves, stemming from the loss of her mother

☆ with a lover :

A playful but high-maintenance girlfriend—you better be ready to pamper her

Loves being spoiled but also enjoys spoiling back in her own way

Uses teasing and affectionate bullying as her love language

Will always demand attention but makes it fun rather than exhausting

Gets possessive but plays it off as casual—she hates sharing what’s hers

Loves grand romantic gestures, whether she’s giving or receiving them

Expects to be treated like royalty but will also go to war for the person she loves

If you don’t text back fast enough? Prepare for the drama—she lives for it

☆ strengths :

Master of persuasion—can charm her way into (or out of) almost anything

Unshakable confidence—very little can rattle her

Strong social skills—she knows exactly how to read people and use it to her advantage

Exceptionally graceful and poised—perfect for both modeling and making an entrance

Business-savvy—she knows her worth and negotiates deals like a pro

☆ weaknesses :

Can be incredibly stubborn—once she sets her mind on something, there’s no stopping her

Struggles with rejection—she’s not used to being told "no"

Overly dependent on her father’s support, emotionally and financially

Can be unintentionally insensitive—she’s used to getting her way and doesn’t always consider how others feel

Deep-rooted abandonment fears due to her mother’s death

☆ relationships :

Father: Her entire world. She adores him and will do anything to make him proud.

Mother (deceased): A distant memory, but she wears her mother’s old gold anklet as a way to stay connected.

Rival Models: There’s always competition, but she thrives on it.

Designer Friends: She’s the muse for many top designers who spoil her endlessly.

Love Interest: You better be ready for a challenge—loving her is a full-time job.

☆ extra :

Speaks Hindi, Urdu, English, and a little bit of Tamil

Loves luxury cars and insists on driving them herself, much to her father’s dismay

Has an intense obsession with collecting designer handbags

Will throw a tantrum if her favorite café runs out of her usual iced coffee order

Despite her lavish lifestyle, she has a weird love for street food and secretly sneaks out to eat pav bhaji on the side of the road (without her father’s permission ofc).

#OOH whose gonna tell him he ATE this #i also strive to write like this #guys i need motivation i’m DEAD #❥. pookadooka odin #ꔫ　𐔌 isis ‘ thinks

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ooh soso cutesy !!

˗ˏˋ whitewater’s pride ˎˊ˗ — karanveer singh.

voice message received . . . “ah… do you want me to pick it up for you?”

world . astern

ethnicity . indian

age . 22

gender . male

species . half orc

untold truth . he comes from a family where everyone was rather large for their size. he doesn’t really get it but he knows he’s physically capable of accidentally hurting someone if he’s not careful enough. the only ‘normal’ looking one in his family is his father, but even so he is a pretty large man in general too. he does find it to be annoying whenever someone would use his stature and looks to make it seem as if he’s the perpetrator, but then you came in and defended for him. of course if he wanted to, he could hurt others, he’s seen it with his own hands after all. when his mother heard about the report from the school when he had punched someone, she had advised him to never use his strength against others — and he obeyed. so as he grows older, the more he’s used to the stigma. but you always stayed by his side, defending him from the thoughtless accusations and he swears something in him changes whenever you step up for him.

appearance.

curly black hair with a bangs and a middle part that he would occasionally slick back whenever he needs to do sports just so that hair doesn’t get in the way.

sharper facial features and dark brown eyes with brown skin. he has a straight nose and whenever he tries to smile it would look awkward or sheepish.

through the mist, his teeth lower canines are sharper, but if anyone who can see through the mist will be able to see that he has tusks. his ears are also on the pointer side.

he has a bigger athletic figure and he stands at 6’4ft (193 cm) tall.

he’s not one to fully focus on how he dresses. he tends to go for comfort over aesthetic, but he’d generally wear a lot of sweaters whenever he’s walking to classes. he’s a big guy, so he doesn’t want to be more intimidating, which is why he wears sweaters.

when he’s at the gym or at practice, he would however change into shorts and a t-shirt, which usually would be the university’s shirt if anything.

incoming voice call . . . “you’re too sweet, and sometimes i want to take advantage of it”

he promised his mother a long time ago that he wouldn’t touch anyone with violence ever again. and he still stands by his promise. he isn’t doing anything violent per say, just a little.. ambiguous is all. but no harm is truly done.

he watches as you defend him again this time, because someone thought he had hid away their textbook when he doesn’t even know that person — to be fair, he doesn’t see why he should know them when he has you.

he isn’t using you either, you just defend him as if it was your second nature and he can’t help his heart beating whenever he sees you so passionately go off on the person who accuses him. he really got used to the treatment, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t appreciate what you were doing.

but he swore, a little part of him cracks when he sees the person you were fighting started to get annoyed. are they seriously going — he sees a fist and he doesn’t remember what happened next. all he knows is that you were safe. you were in his arms and there was a sharp pain at his jaw.

he cracked his neck and moved his mouth a bit to feel the pain and he glanced at the person, who in turn, got terrified at seeing his gaze and ran off. he lets out a scoff and he looked at you — your eyes wide and there was worry in them. why? why do you care so much about him? “you’re injured.” you murmured as he hummed “it’s fine.”

“no it isn’t” and he lets himself get dragged by you as the both of you walk to the infirmary. you were constantly worried about him and he wonders if you had a motif during the beginning. but you always seemed so genuine. he sits on the infirmary bed as you went through the first aid kit and helped patch him up, your gaze so focused on him.

he feels his heart flutter even more and he looked at you “why do you insist on doing this? sticking by my side, defending me to the point that you almost got hit, and now you’re trying to bandage up my bruise.” he asks, his gaze focused on you as you cleared your throat. his gaze was intense and you felt a little rush of heat on your cheeks.

“just ‘cause.” that’s it. you didn’t have a reason, you didn’t see why you should have a reason for this. he looks at you and something within him felt a little embolden by your cheeks which made him gently held your chin so he could look into your eyes.

“just ‘cause?” “mhm” he doesn’t say anything else before leaning closer “you’re too kind. you should be careful with that. what if i’m not a good person, hm? i could easily take advantage of that” “but i know that you won’t” he paused. you’re so confident in that and he had a small smirk, one that didn’t look awkward or sheepish before he tilted his head.

“i hope you don’t regret what you’re saying, meri jaan”

#℘　𓎢𓎟𓎡 　༏ིྀ things i scroll upon #♡ lovework #oooh wait i kinda wanna eat it ngl #i strive to write smthing like this

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