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[mtchee]

hi! are your requests open, and do you by chance write for bloodhounds?🫦

They areeeee~

And I do indeed! 😊😊

[mtchee]

Can you do one where mirio togata and his AFAB s/o are both doing IT for the very first time and with each other . No pressure 🫶

Slowly, Baby - [Mirio Togata] AFAB! GN | MDNI | 18+

blurb:

Mirio and [name]'s first time being intimate~

requested by: anonymous

cw: not edited, second-person-pov, gender neutral pronouns, afab! bodied, fluffy smut but smut nonetheless, implied virgin [name] & mirio, he is so gorgeous oml, everyone is 18+, I have yet to watch or read the end of bnha, mdni, nsfw, swearing, use of terms tit, breast, clit, hole, maybe one day i'll write non-cringe smut im so sorry

| masterlist | boku no hero academia collection |

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"You're so tense, baby," Mirio murmurs softly against your lips. An observation, never a judgement on his end. The low light of your shared bedroom leaves alluring shadows in the dips and planes of his figure--shoulders broad and imposing, torso warm and firm.

And yet he handles you with such care, such benign gentleness for someone of his stature, had you not known how he is.

Mirio is nothing if he is not a protector.

"Sorry," comes your hushed response, almost hurried as you clutch at the fabric of his t-shirt.

His hands comes to rest on yours, large fingers easing your tight grip as he ever so barely parts from you, breath fanning across your skin. You can practically hear the smile in his voice.

"Don't be sorry," he huffs, "it's okay to be nervous. You let me know if it gets too much, yeah?" His voice low, intimate, almost a whisper even though there was no one else in the room but you, "tell me if you wanna stop, at any time, okay?"

"'Kay," you omit softly, eyes drawn to the deep contours of his collarbone, too shy to look elsewhere. He chuckles at you, chest rumbling with light mirth, and you too can't help but crack a smile.

Mirio presses a comforting kiss to your forehead, moving down and peppering his lips across your skin. From your temple to your cheek, to your ear and down your neck, you can't help but tilt your head to make room for him, sighing quietly at the sensation.

He melts your body against his with staggering ease, knowing just how to get you all pliant.

You always have a hard time saying it, admitting it to him only ever once, but you're truly smitten by him. Moulding to his touch, clinging to his every word--you never have to tell him how affected you are by him, he sees it all, and he knows. But sometimes, he likes to tease.

"Do you like this, baby?" He grins against your neck, feeling you huff against him, threatening to pull away in your fluster.

"Miri..." You whine, and he chuckles once again. He murmurs half-hearted apologies against your skin, featherlight kisses dancing across your throat.

"Stupid," You puff, and he snickers at you, "you'll regret that. I'll make you."

"Oh yeah?" The playful lilt in his tone has you scowling.

"Yeah."

"Mmm, yeah," he breathes softly, gazing at you adoringly in the dim light, "I know you will."

Your heart stutters at that, and you swallow around the anxious-excited lump in your throat. How dare he, you have half a mind to think to yourself, the other distratced by the way he handles you against his body; when did Mirio get so suave?

Reaching up to pull him into a kiss, you can feel the heat from his cheeks warming your palms, and you smile against his lips. He lets out a shaky sigh through his nose, equal parts flustered and endeared, and then you remember that just as he affects you, you absolutely melt him.

A blur of passionate kissing and sensual touches eventually leads to you splayed on across your shared bed, the covers bunching up beneath you as Mirio chases you up to the head.

With you lain comfortably atop your pillows, your hunk of a man hovering over you excitedly, he pulls away with a heavy sigh, resting his forehead against yours and blushing when you let out a protesting whine. He bumps his nose against yours affectionately, giving you another kiss and giggling sheepishly when your teeth clash by accident.

Ah, yes--there he is, your not quite casanova.

He bumbles nervously for a moment, the weight of the event suddenly hitting him. He kneels above you, resting on his shins as he cautiously tugs at your top.

"Together?" He offers gently, and you comply. As you shuffle to take of your shirt, he pulls his own over his head, tossing it somewhere off the bed. You take the liberty of taking off your undergarment as well, and, with your eyes adjusted to the light darkness, you watch as his head very obviously follows where you throw it--like a dog would a bone--and you snicker.

"You're funny." You inform when he bends back over you, shielding you beneath him.

He huffs a laugh, caught, "It's a talent."

A soft sigh escapes you when he returns to his worship of your skin, this time moving lower towards your chest. Bashfully, you trail a hand from his hair to trace the moving divots in his back, prominent muscles flexing at your featherlight touch. The other rests securely on his shoulder, simultaneously grounding you and tethering you to him while you indulge yourself in your boyfriend's physique.

You gnaw at your lower lip, enraptured by him before a wet softness on your tit startles you out of your revery. At your gasp, he breathes a laugh against your chest, lavishing your breast in sloppy affection. The other is engulfed in his big, warm hand, his calloused fingertips tweaking at your nip and sending shivers down your spine.

"Shit, Miri," You breathe slowly, heart racing while your body starts to burn from his touch. He hums in acknowledgement around your nipple, the sensation zipping straight to your core, and you squeak. Mirio feels you abruptly clench your thighs under him, and he hums again, this time in glee of his findings.

He moves his mouth to your other breast, lathering it in the same attention, and leaving you feeling just as light headed with his sucks and tonguing and nips. You scratch lightly down the muscular plane of his back, from the base of his neck to as far as you can reach, and he moans.

You fluster at the sound, breath hitching in your throat. Again, you want him to make that sound again. When you repeat the motion, he does, and it has you throbbing.

You take a moment to swallow your pride, mind hazed by arousal and the innate need to return the feeling he bestows upon you, "God, Mirio," you let out a shuddered breath, "you..-you sound so good."

You're almost surprised when he quietly cusses against you, clearly taken by the looming throes of passion. When he pushes himself up, he's almost panting.

"Can I taste you, baby?" He urges in a hushed whisper, pleading, "can I touch you some more? God, I-I need it, [name]. I gotta taste you, wanna feel you on my tongue--please? Will you let me?" He sweetens the deal by pressing his flushed, wet lips across your tummy, big blue begging eyes latched onto your face in earnest.

God, how could you say no to that face?

With a quiet nod and a whisper of consent, he beams from the space between your legs.

Eager, he shuffles down and slips his thick fingers into the waist band of your underwear, tugging it down past your thighs and sitting up to reverently bend each leg and help you out of them.

He kisses your calves when he does so, and your core tingles in delight at the adoring sensation.

Mirio lays on his front, propping one of your knees over a broad shoulder to give him more room to taste you. His breath pans across your plush skin, and you become alarmingly aware of where he is.

You can feel yourself clenching before he's even touched you, and you swallow a humiliated whine at the prospect of him knowing.

Self conscious, you squeeze him between your thighs and he chuckles. He runs a warm hand up your leg and squeezes your hip, "you're okay, just wanna taste, yeah?"

You take in a sharp breath and nod, heart thundering as he draws closer to your core. The moment his lips touch you, you panic--embarrassment flooding you.

"Wait--shit!"

As though reading your mind, his grip turns into an iron latch on your hips, forcibly stilling you as you jerk and try to squirm up the bed. He draws a wet stripe up your slit, tasting your arousal, and he groans.

Within moments, your soaking his chin and gripping the pillow under you to stay in control of yourself. He's clumsy, evidence of his inexperience, but excited; tonguing your slit and swallowing your juices, eating almost more for his pleasure than for yours.

With a jagged gasp, you reach a hand down to him, caressing his temple and shakily guiding him to where it feels good the most. Mirio takes your cue and licks around, eyeing you until you jolt again when he swipes over your clit. In an instant, he latches on, sucking and drooling and licking at it.

It's hard to breathe--lightning pleasure striking you.

He lets go of your hip, using a hand to ease a thick finger into you as he kisses around your thighs. You tense at the feeling, "feels weird..." and you can feel yourself clenching, body adjusting to the intrusion.

Your fingers never felt like this, though yours are smaller in comparison. Or maybe it's because it's him? The foreign sensation of another's touch shocking your senses.

Then he starts licking you again, finger curling upwards and thrusting softly--and you almost shout.

He makes you cum twice.

One, to help ease in more of his fingers, and another, to prepare you for something else.

After peppering your lower half in kisses and crawling back up to meet you with a goofy, lovedrunk grin, he quietly shushes you and bats your hand away when you reach down to please him.

"Next time, baby," your heart flutters at the promise of it. Mirio's cheeks dimple in company of his bashful smile, "I don't know if I'll be able to last."

He reaches over to the bedside table, tearing a square sachet attractively with his teeth and slipping on a condom before he notches his tip against your clit. You lift your hips to help angle him in.

It takes a few awkward bumps and a tension breaking snicker between you both before he starts nudging into you, and you take in a sharp breath in anticipation of the stretch.

"Ooh, Miri," you wince, and he quickly pasues, lathering you in attention.

"Am I too much? S-Should I pull out?"

You exhale slowly, blinking as you bring your hazy mind into focus.

"No! No," a soft sigh leaves your lips as your body adjusts to his size, "just... keep going slow, mkay?"

He continues at your assurance, watching and listening to you carefully for anymore signs of discomfort. Mirio swallows a whine in his throat, adams apple bobbing with the effort, at the feeling of your hot, fleshy walls struggling to swallow him all.

Despite your mild struggle, a small puddle leaks into the sheets beneath you.

Within moments, Mirio's hips are pressed flush against yours, soon after beginning to gently rock into you before progressing into deep thrusts.

He hovers over you, shielding you with his large form while your legs tighten around his trim waist. He babbles almost mindlessly to you, expressions of love and praise falling from his lips as he pushes his girth in and out.

A filthy plap, plap, plap accompanies the sound of both of your puffed breaths and wanton moans.

You could almost feel embarrassed at the noise if your thoughts were not already turned to mush.

The feeling of his throbbing cock squelching in your depths leaves you heaving for breath. God, he just fills you up.

Getting to this point had taken time, and a lot of effort and patience on both ends for him to be able to easily thrust into you--fuck, it was all worth it.

"Ngh..! Mmh, a-ah, ah..!"

Hands clutching at his shoulders and clawing his back, fingers digging into the dips of his muscles as he pants and moans into your neck; stars speckle your sight when the tingly coil tightening in your belly snaps.

You had anticipated your climax, having felt it build and build and build--but it floods through you nonetheless, like a rope splintering before it rips.

Mirio feels your body tensing, furthermore, he can feel your slick hole clenching and unclenching, twitching rapidly before it clamps down on him--sucking him in a wet, plush chasm that hurdles him towards his own end.

"I-I'm--Nhg~..! A-Ah..!"

You whine softly, weakly pushing at a broad shoulder, "M-Miri..."

"Ooh~...O-Oh," He groans before tenderly pulling out and rolling off of you, having nearly lost his strength while he got lost in you, "sorry... Are you okay?"

"Mhm," You hum softly, dreary and in bliss. Missing the weight of him despite having pushed him off, you use the last of your energy to heave one of his beefy arms over you, snuggling into him in all your nakedness.

A yawn escapes you, feeling oddly fatigued, "...'nd you?"

"Me?" He blinks, "oh, y-yeah, yeah! I'm great. So--so great." His hair is messy and his face is flushed. You snicker, paying no mind to the heat creeping up your neck as you lay by him.

"...feel good."

"Yeah, baby?" Mirio breathes a laugh, kissing your head while he tightens his arm around you, bringing you closer. "Should probably get cleaned up, lovely."

You shake your head against him, "not yet... 'm not ready yet."

He hums softly, "Okay. Later then," his own eyes begin to feel heavy, but he can't find himself to take them off of you. "I love you~..."

And he can feel you smile against his skin, "I love you too, Miri..."

[mtchee]

Just read your little mini explanation on the mha soulmate series and I love how you write the soulmate au.

Fated to be together but with a little chase?? A little yearning?? A little drama?? Bro sign me up. I'm so impressed with how you were able to write several similar concepts with different execution that fit each character.

hihi~ thank youuu!

YOU GET ME FRRRRR 😩😩 I long to be yearned for. And while I'm not one for angst--I'll take me a little drama any day. yessir!

TYSMMM I am also quite proud of my execution teehee. I love these kinds of concepts (which must be obvious by now) but I also don't want it to get boring. And come on, I could never just do one character. It's gotta be a whole cast, haha.

Thank you so much for this!!! You've brightened my day :)

~mtchee

[mtchee]

adilla kia akia syulapoe - [Performance Unit] | SPELL SERIES NAVIGATION | FEM

blurb:

A short series of events wherein you meet the guardians of the tides: protectors of their people and humans alike, you're engulfed by a world of mythics, beauty, and fate.

cw: not edited, second-person-pov, fantasy au, mythical guardians! performance unit, merfolk jun, jiaolong (water dragon) minghao, selkie soonyoung, water nymph chan, fluff, intertwined souls, short stories, polyamory, divine intervention, love in its purest form

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Perhaps your dreams weren't so far fetched at all.

This beach view is ethereal, as though you've stumbled upon a hidden oasis.

The waters are crystal clear, twinkling in empyrean blue along the line of the horizon. Soft white sand acts as its canvas, shells shimmering as gentle waves sift over them. Healthy tufts of sea grass sway elegantly in motion with the ginger currents, and you can spot tiny silver fish swimming in and out on occasion, their scales glinting in the sunlight.

You've seen this place in your sleep.

You thought it was a hoax when you saw it advertised in an online ad while you were mindlessly scrolling through your socials: participate in this quick survey for a chance to win a vacation to an elysian paradise!

You had snorted when you first read it, ha! As if. Your thumb clicked on the image link of a much too pretty to not be photoshopped beach, which then led you to a three minute survey where all you had to do was choose which pictures resonated with you the most. It was actually quite entertaining, kind of like those buzzfeed personality tests.

Afterwards, all you had to do was input your email and phone number to be eligible for a chance to win that vaction. You thought why not and did so anyway.

And look where you are now...

stories are released in no particular order unless mentioned otherwise

chapter i | chapter ii | chapter iii | chapter iv | chapter v | chapter vi | tbc~

[mtchee]

I would love to read a story about Nanami from jjk with someone who’s his polar opposite!since he’s stoic and serious I think it would be interesting to see him interact with a bubbly and affectionate person. I was thinking it could be something along the lines of, him and reader not really getting along at all. Like reader tries really hard but he doesn’t really care for her :(. But she’s so persistent 24/7!! Which eventually leads to her being in a coma for a while and he visits her every day! I’m a sucker for angst/comfort…

Anywayy I hope you get to seeing this! I find stories like these to be especially interesting..

Time to Spare - [Nanami Kento] GN

blurb:

Nanami's never met someone so bubbly, so willing to go out of their way for others. You remind him of Haibara, almost. Someone who will inevitably lose themselves for the sake of others. He sees no point in getting attached. You're simply co-workers, another sorcerer in the city. Always so generous with your time, when Nanami would rather spend his alone. Soon, he learns that maybe, he doesn't mind sharing his time with you as much as he had thought.

requested by: anonymous

cw: not edited, second-person-pov, minor angst/comfort, fluff, sunshine x grumpy, i may rewrite some of this at a later time, sorry this took so long??, live laugh love nanami

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| masterlist | jujutsu kaisen collection |

Nanami's never been more exhausted.

Every aspect of work sucked, whether it be in a stuffy office or the backstreets of Tokyo, it's all the same. Conforming to society's improbably standards, sucking up to the higher ups--pointless.

And when he thought that his salarywork sucked the life out of him, integrating back into jujutsu society was like a slap in the face.

He's come across many new faces since his return, most of whom he couldn't care less for; he sees no reason to involve himself unneccessarily, unlike a certain someone.

That certain someone being you.

You're not new to the jujutsu world, but you certainly act like it. Oohing and awing at all the different techniques, boundless questions spilling from your mouth like a waterfall.

And just like a rushing waterfall, you're loud and transparent. You reminded him of Haibara. You wear your heart on your sleeve, every word you say true to your soul. It would do you more harm to tell a lie than the actual lie itself.

And you're smiley. So very smiley.

Your cheer has those around you perking up ever so slightly, your positive aura seeping into their gloomy mood and transferring over. Your energy is infectious, and your kindess knows no bounds.

But where some see kind, others see naive. And Nanami knows that it's only a matter of time before you get yourself hurt. But that will be no one's fault except your own.

To his ire, you've attached yourself to him for reasons unknown to all but you it seems. Your face brightens whenever you see him, whilst his remains as passive as stone. When your pearly eyes seek his in approval, his remain sharp cut in the opposing direction. Although you speak to him sweetly, excitedly, he remains curt and brief.

He sees no reason to get attached, and he's not inclined to make new friends.

At times, your company is so grating he'd almost perfer to be in the proximity of Gojo.

Almost.

He'd never truly stoop that low.

Such a subjection would be much too cruel, even for you.

"Nanami-san!" You approached him one day with a lightly crinkled paper bag, "is your mission in Roppongi today? I saw the bakery you normally go to was closed this morning, so I made you a sandwhich instead! The lettuce I had isn't as fresh, but it should still be crunchy!"

He had acknowledged you with a nod, but only took the lunch offering once you'd nudged it into his hands.

"[last name]," he had addressed you curtly, "don't go out of your way to do such needless errands. It's better to conserve your energy for your own sake." You had only giggled and shook your head fondly in response.

You had been there when Gojo first placed Yuji under his supervision, snickering in the corner when the young sorcerer greeted him with an ecstatic "nanamin!"

He could only deadpan at your not to secret conspiratorial whispers with the boy after he had scolded him for the nickname.

"Pssh, don't mind him," He could hear the smile in your voice, "he's actually really nice once you get to know him."

Nanami disagreed with you. He is not quite nice.

He is well mannered, and can read social cues decently enough. He's observant to a point he can depict when one's mood switches at a particular point in conversation, letting him know when to diverge the topic at hand. He knows when to keep his mouth shut, unlike some. But opposingly, he will not stand to be walked over, strictly knowing his boundaries.

In Nanami's opinion, he is not nice. He's just a decent human being.

You, on the other hand, suit the definition of nice in its purest form.

"Nanami-san! I like your hair today!"

It's the same as every other day.

You're the type of person to go out of your way to make someone feel good, whether it be complimenting someone's outfit, or sending a stranger a quick wave and charming smile. Unlike him, you're quite agreeable in conversation. Even on conversations you might not agree, you carefully express your contrasing opinion while keeping the other's thoughts in mind. Your niceness gets you talked over sometimes he's noticed, though you never let it hinder you.

"Oh, Nanami!" You had gasped once, too in shock to remember your formalities regarding him, "your jacket is all torn up!"

Hardly. There was a tear in the seam of his shoulder from an altercation with a curse. The higher ups had neglected to inform him of the apropriate number which he would be facing. He had handled it nonetheless.

He had shrugged off the garment after tucking away his wrapped blade. He would have simply folded it over his arm to deal with later if not for you reaching out and tugging it from him.

He didn't quite put up a fight in you taking it from him, letting it slip from the crook of his elbow.

"I actually have some thread at home. The colour might be a tad lighter, but it'll be hidden in the seam, so you can't even tell!" You smiled at him, all teeth and reassuring eyes, "I can drop it off for you tomorrow--it'll save you the trouble of finding a tailor. Oh! When I do, how about we get lunch together too?"

You're much too generous with your time, in Nanami's opinion.

When he'd rather bask alone, tie loose, shoes off, with a glass of whiskey on the rocks and a book in hand in the low light of his living room, you're skittering around; out and about either chattering away and wishing someone a pleasant evening, or walking from one place to another, street to street to pick out what you want for dinner before treating yourself to a series of desserts that you're more inclined to bring to jujutsu high the next day in a share box.

You'd more willingly spend your nights tending to someone else's problem than settle in the quiet of your own company.

Hm.

True to your word though, the next day you turned up at his door with his jacket neatly sewn and pressed across your arm. By your feet was a carefully placed reusable bag of his favourite luncheon accompanied by a sheepish, but nonetheless heart-warming smile on your face.

Nanami thinks you're much too generous with your time indeed.

Now though, seeing you laid across the medical bed in Shoko's sanction, skin losing it's colour while your lips dry by the day, he can't help but be a little selfish, seating himself in your eerily quiet company.

You've never been so quiet before. It's unsettling.

Your latest mission landed you in a hot zone with four first grade curses. You held your own, but ultimately knew you wouldn't leave unscathed.

You'd successfuly excorcised the curses, ridding them of their existence. But with them went your consciousness, partly an after effect from one of the fiends, and partly due to your imminent exhaustion.

For two weeks you'd been silent.

In that time Nanami realised that in your generous sharing of time, your deeds were gradually returned. Many others visited you in the times Shoko allowed, heavy hearts and occassionally teary eyes sparing every second they could to stay a little longer at your side, hoping that their share of time would transfer to you, and you would awaken once more.

Though none gave their time quite like Nanami did.

The moment your weary body reached the med bay, Nanami remained seated by your bedside.

He hadn't said anything at first, only taking place by your side, sitting quietly, listlessly, until Shoko ushered him out for the night.

The next day, he sat with his jacket folded over his arm. The seam had yet to come undone--a sure sign of your impeccable work. He breathed in time with your slow breaths.

On the third day, he brought lunch with him. He got it from a place he knows you frequent, choosing something he thought he'd seen you favour the most. If you didn't eat it today, he was sure you'd eat it during the night if he left it there.

He simply turned a blind eye to the sight of the untouched lunch when he returned the following day.

In the second week, he approached your form with three flowers--an admittedly meek sight in comparison to the slowly fraying boquets others had left in their visits. The white gardenias would compliment the tint of your lips once you reach good health.

He believed you would.

The world would be damned if it snuffed out one more gleaming light.

He added three more flowers two days later, white jasmines, to accompany the others. They'd been placed in a pretty vintage vase that Gojo has scounged up from somewhere on one of his visits. One of the few things the man has been useful for, Nanami supposed.

He noticed your breaths weren't as shallow anymore. And although your lips were still dry, your skin had begun to flush slightly with your colour.

He decided to read to you that day, sure that you were sick of the snivelling silence.

Another two days pass, and it's on the brink of the third week of your unconsciousness that Nanami walks in with three more flowers to add to your collection, beautiful red roses to add some colour to his otherwise bland concoction. You'd appreciate some more colour, he's sure.

Nine pretty flowers posed in a healthy posture by your bedside table, and Nanami took his seat by your side as he always did.

He picked up the book he had been reading, glancing at the door for any guests unwelcome in his space, before continuing on from where he had left off.

His voice is low, not quite emotive, but ensnaring nonetheless. He reads for an hour or so, passing a good few chapters before he decides he's sick of his own voice. He'd realised over time that he preferred yours more.

He silently promises to continue reading after a moment, placing the book open and down on his knee while he clears his throat, shifting for more comfortability.

A quiet hum eminates from his left, and he pauses.

"...I like that chapter," your voice, uncharacteristically hushed and croaky from lack of use, rings in his ears, and he stares at you with carefully placid features despite his racing heart.

You hadn't move much, only tilting your head on your pillow to better face him.

Your cheeks look fuller all of a sudden, and despite your obvious malaise from laying stiff for so long, you smile at him warmly, like you always do.

Then, your eyes flit to his jacket discarded over the back of his chair.

"The seam hasn't broken, right?"

The corner of his lips twitch into a downward smile.

Nanami thinks you're too nice. You're much too generous with your time. But he'd never dare complain when you spend it all with him.

And he too, thinks that he enjoys the sound of you more than his own quiet company.

[mtchee]

can you tell i have a type, or am i unpredictable

[mtchee]

. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ 𝓂𝓉𝒸𝒽𝑒𝑒 𝑔𝓊𝒾𝓁𝓉𝓎 𝓅𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝓊𝓇𝑒𝓈 ࿐ྂ ➻ "An indulgence of mine... but, perhaps not your cup of tea."

𝕲𝖊𝖓𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖓 𝕴𝖒𝖕𝖆𝖈𝖙

➸ Kaveh

➸ Alhaitham

➸ Ayato Kamisato

➸ Navia

𝖂𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖂𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖘

➸ Xiangli Yao

➸ Yuanwu

𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕯𝖊𝖊𝖕𝖘𝖕𝖆𝖈𝖊

➸ Zayne

➸ Sylus

𝕵𝖚𝖏𝖚𝖙𝖘𝖚 𝕶𝖆𝖎𝖘𝖊𝖓

➸ Nanami Kento

➸ Higuruma Hiromi

𝕭𝖔𝖐𝖚 𝕹𝖔 𝕳𝖊𝖗𝖔 𝕬𝖈𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖒𝖎𝖆

➸ Mirio Togata

➸ Tamaki Amajiki

➸ Shoto Todoroki

➸ Momo Yaoyorozu

𝕾𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖊𝖓

➸ S.Coups

➸ Wonwoo

➸ Dokyeom (DK)

➸ Dino

𝕶𝖎𝖘𝖘 𝕺𝖋 𝕷𝖎𝖋𝖊

➸ Julie

➻ Feel free to interact with selfships or headcannons and delulu of your own! If our love interests overlap, I'll reply in hand with another. ╰┈➤ (i.e., if you talk about your latest date with Shoto, I'll talk about Mirio instead, hehe)

➻ If selfships are not your thing and this kind of content makes you cringe/uncomfortable, filter and/or block the tag #mtchee life

[mtchee]

Mtchee Notes - 2.10.24

Hi hi!

Sorry for the wait, I am currently being not only cooked, but stewed, deep fried, and steamed by uni right now. Tell me why I have 3 essays to write within 4 weeks. Barely even a week between them.

What have I done.

Anyway.

Coming soon is a Nanami request from an anon (sorry it's taken so long! I don't know why it's so hard for me to right T-T I love the concept), a spicy Mirio request, and a requested SAGAU fluff continuation!

Within the next month or so, these will be published. I've already written at least (if not more) than half of each, or at least have an idea or where I'll go. It's just a matter of getting to it now.

I might keep you guys preoccuipied by some drabbles and imagines to satiate your appetite, haha, but we'll see.

[mtchee]

Hi mtchee!

I just wanna say you write really well! I finished reading all your MHA soulmate series and I love them all so much. I can tell you love the characters a lot by how you write about them and you have a way with words when you craft each story. -that fits each of them perfectly. I’ve really enjoyed reading them, they make me feel warm and fuzzy inside. Mirio and Tenya are two of my top favorite characters, so I was delighted to see them a part of the series. And I even enjoyed other characters too a lot. Thank you for writing and sharing your series with us. The whole silent soulmate concept is intriguing and I’m glad to have read it. I am looking forward to reading the rest you have planned! :D

(don’t mind me I am suddenly ur biggest fan) (I wanna write like u ngl) (Mirio being peach tea is so him and dare I say cannon) (I love the MC of each story too sm)

What if I start crying rn 🥺🥺

Thank you so much!!! I genuinely try so hard to keep everyone in character as best I can, though ofc the occasionally OOC softness I let slip bc who doesn't love the idea of them melting for us 😌

I FREAKING LOVE MIRIO AND TENYA--I DEVOUR ALL OF THEIR CONTENT FR.

Tysm for reading!! Hearing what you think about what I write gets me feeling so giddy, it's always so motivating too! I've always loved the concept of unconditional love (in a way, a fated pull) where there is love even for one's flaws (in a healthy manner), but I've definitely got an itch for a slight chase; longing for someone not just because fate says so, but because you choose to.

Does that make sense?

Anyway, congrats, you got me going on a tangent into my innermost thoughts and dreams. Damn.

I often adapt my writing to other's styles which I like. I'm certainly not perfect, nor the best, but damn you really think so!?!?! Such high praise... >///<

Thank you for noticing the different MCs! I normally keep them pretty basic, not to be boring but just so it's easier for reader's to picture themselves I guess? But obviously, not everyone acts like I do, people think different things and feel different things in all kinds of situations. So I've been branching out to add in a bit of spice.

It also helps me improve my writing for characters that way too!

😌😌 Mirio would love peach tea. I think out of everything, it definitely suits him best as well, haha.

I'm definitely continuing the series! I've just been swamped with uni work recently, but I've still been wanting to keep my writing and creativity flowing, so for now I've just been pumping out some drabbles and imagines.

I've got a couple anonymous requests to get to as well! Those will be done soon once I've got the time.

Thank you so much for sending this in! I'm the type of person that'll think about this randomly even years later. So know that you've really touched my heart!!

Thank you!!! 🥰🥰🥰

(I've also read all your comments on my fics, teehee~ tysm for all the love <3)

[mtchee]

[IMAGINE] Living with Cat! Gojo | GN

cw: not edited, second-person-pov, cat! jjk au, non sorcerer au, cat! gojo, kitty satoru, fluff, he's a little shit, love my cat series aww

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Imagine living with cat! Gojo Satoru. You have no idea where he's from, or who his owner is--but apparently it's you now.

You first saw him loitering obnoxiously outside your region's specialty sweets shop, and he was pawing at the window display longingly. Then suddenly, his head turned to you and he hasn't left you alone since.

When he sauntered over, you cooed and gave him some attention before heading on your way. The strange cat followed you for a bit, and you gently shooed him off a few times before he relented. It was only when you finally got home that you realised he actually hadn't.

He popped up in front of your door bright and early the next morning, sitting all poised and beaming at you before letting himself in.

His fur was too clean to have been out in the streets for long, and he was much too well groomed to be a stray.

But he was yours now, it seemed. Or maybe you were his.

Either or.

Imagine living with cat! Gojo Satoru, one of the prettiest cats you have ever seen.

He's fat.

Or at least, it looks like he is at first.

He's incredibly fluffy, with pristine white fur and the most darling baby pink paws. His eyes are an entrancing cerulean blue, though hidden behind a pecular pair of rounded blackout specs that fit perfectly proportionate to his kitty face. He didn't have a collar--still doesn't with you.

Instead, you had found his name engraved in tiny elegant lettering on the temple of his accessory.

Cat! Gojo Satoru is long. You had been fooled into his thickness from the look of all his fluff, but then when you held him and let him dangle, he just extended.

You had been kneeling when you had first done so, holding him out at arms length from under his shoulders and his hind legs were comfortably touching the ground. You were shocked, all the whilst he went slack and let you manoeuvre him however you wanted.

Imagine living with cat! Gojo Satoru, who fucking yaps nonstop.

He's a chatty little thing, and awfully entitled too.

Just like when he first appeared and walked into your house like he'd always lived there, he abides by his own whims no matter what.

While you buy the prettiest decorative pillows, he kneads them and pokes holes in them like it's nobody's business while shaking off his fur all over. Now, along with his furballs, you see tuffs of the pillows stuffing sticking out from his claw marks.

When you buy him the best kitty bed that you can afford (accompanied by the softest blanket), he turns up his nose and rolls himself around on your clean bedsheets.

He ignores his scratching post in favour of the leg of your dining table.

He would rather starve than eat any of his dry food.

He will not just be drinking tap water--it must be served nice and cold from the fridge. He will also not drink any sort of cat-safe milk. He wants it fresh and full cream. If you have any sort of milk substitutes (whether it be skim, almond, whatever), that won't fly. No, you have a full-cream carton just for him.

Also, whipped cream. He loves it.

God forbid you run out.

He will find a way into your kitchen cabinets and pantry, and he will be eating any and all of the sweets you have stored. Sour gummies? Devoured. Hard boiled candy? Those sugar rocks are done for. Complimentary chocolate? Not a single crumb left behind.

You have no idea how he isn't dead yet.

Imagine cat! Gojo Satoru constantly starving for your attention. He'll yowl, mewl, trill, scream--anything for just a lick of your time.

Imagine cat! Gojo Satoru frightening away your creep of a neighbour who was trying to force his way into your home.

With your eyes slightly glossy from fear of what could happen to you, features perpetually frozen in an expression of discomfort and fright--your cat weaves between your legs with a sweetened "mreow?" before taking seat by your feet.

He tilts his head at the sight of the unwelcome disgrace of a human being leering in towards you, leaning threateningly against your door frame. Despite cat! Gojo's light hearted trill, his fluffy tail swishes agressively from side to side behind him.

A quiet panic latches onto your heart--you don't know if you could bear it if anything happened to him too. "Satoru, inside please," your voice trembles as you whisper at him.

Your neighbour glances down, puffing a condescending laugh at the fluffy cat before taking a step forward and reaching for your arm.

You don't really remember what happened after that. You don't recall blacking out, or maybe it all happened in a blink? Either way, by the time you regained your senses, the offender was scattering off with a series of wounds littering his form, and a scorch mark was left where he once stood in his wake. You swallow wearily, processing everything.

Cat! Gojo plants his fluffy butt back down by your feet, licking at his front paw indifferently before looking up at you with his big, sunglass clad eyes.

When you let out a soft breath of relief and incredulity, he sticks out his little pink tongue with a dopey cat-grin.

Imagine cat! Gojo Satoru, escaping and wandering off for hours at a time, only to come back with some sort of (rather expensive) gift in his clutches.

He's the adventerous sort. Although he loves to laze around the house, he gets the urge to be up and off, and he'll annoying weasel between your legs and make you trip up before heading on his way.

He might leave for the day, but by the evening he always returns. Sometimes you'll find him waiting patiently at your door like you did when you first found him, this time with something akin to an offering sitting at his paws.

Other times he'll already be back in the house, awaiting you leisurely with his present sat nearby.

He's popped up with a paper bag of pricey chocolates (perhaps in replacement of the ones he ate in your pantry?), a pouch of authentic ginger and tea leaves (you'd been complaining about getting migraines recently...), a cashmere scarf (winter is getting closer, where the HELL did he nick a CASHMERE SCARF from!?), and a thin, 22-carat gold chain from GOD KNOWS WHERE.

Whenever you scold him for stealing, he never looks abashed. If anything, he goes out the next day and returns with something even more expensive for you to panic about.

Imagine having a bad day and indulging in your most bed-rotting desires with cat! Gojo Satoru.

Normally you wouldn't eat in bed. You don't like the feeling of grain or bits and pieces poking you in your sleep. Aside from the occassional, mostly able to eat clean meal, you wouldn't eat in bed.

But today--today is an exception. What started as a decent morning turned into an annoying afternoon and a shitty evening. A flurry of emotions battle within you: frustration, irritation, sadness, confusion, annoyance--it ate up at you.

So after getting home and foregoing a shower to change into some old, tatty pyjamas to make you feel even more miserable, you'd picked out your most unhealthy snacks to take out your upset on.

When you get home, normally you'd greet cat! Gojo happily, or at least with a cuss after he trips you up in his excitement, but after a simple sigh and sad, passing smile, he knew something was up.

And so the graceful feline joins you on your bed, padding softly over the covers to stare at you uncomfortably. And when you notice and wave him away with a scrunched nose, finally he scoots closer and rolls onto his back, wriggling up to you with a gentle playfulness that you can't help but indulge.

You poke at his paws when he stretches them out at you, and for once, you decide to share your pile of treats with him. Together, you crunch down on some chips, chew on some candy, eat all your chocolate, and gradually spoon away all your ice cream.

And even when it's all gone, cat! Gojo lays with you some more before gently coaxing you up and guiding you towards your bathroom, urging you to wash the crappy day away.

And when you're done, he's waiting for you on the bed with the messy doona dragged off and replaced with a clean one, pillows fluffed and his favourite plush toy placed as an offering.

Imagine cat! Gojo Satoru taking up a majority of your bed at night because he refuses to sleep elsewhere. Not only does he take over your bed, but also your space.

Where you go, he goes.

When you decide to nap on the couch, he'll flop himself onto your tummy and crawl up to your chest, splaying himself over your body like a weighted blanket.

If you decide to take a nap outside on the grass, he'll lay tummy-up with his head pressed against yours, the both of you soaking in the warmth of the sun. Or, shoulder the weather be a little chilly, he'll cosy up to your side, flopping across your arm and nuzzling into your neck.

On your bed, if you shift so much as an inch, he follows. Where this might lead you to balance precariously on the edge of your side of the bed, eventually he'll just flop on top of you since you keep moving away.

He's a clingy little shit.

But to be honest, you wouldn't have him any other way.

[mtchee]

[IMAGINE] Living with Cat! Nanami | GN

cw: not edited, second-person-pov, cat! jjk au, non sorcerer au, cat nanamin, kitty kento, fluff

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Imagine living with cat! Nanami Kento, who you officially adopted from your cafe manager who was moving abroad and couldn't take proper care of him anymore.

He's an elegant feline; short blond fur and gorgeous whiskey irises. He's quite tall when you stretch him out, and you can see lithe muscles outlined on his shoulders when he walks. He adorns a unique collar, being in the form of a navy button shirt collar cut off with an appropriately cat-sized leopard print necktie. You've had his name iron pressed onto the back of the tie, alongside your initials and phone number in case he ever gets lost.

Nanami is evidently a very strong cat--you've witnessed him battle off a doberman when you were helping your manager move her boxes to the front of her apartment complex when the dog ran at you.

There was an off leash park around the corner of the block, and it must've escaped, telling by the alarmed shouts for the canine to yield from afar.

You had shrieked and turned your back defensively to the snapping jaws of the dog, only for a familiar blond feline to leap to your defence.

Not a single hiss escaped him while he swiped at the attacking animal, though a warning growl rumbled in his throat when the dog tried biting at him again.

By the time the owner reached your shaken form, the doberman had its ears pinned and was hunched submissively in fear under the stern eye of cat! Nanami.

Imagine living with cat! Nanami Kento who, despite his obvious strength, is very pliant with you.

He's very quiet, and a very mature cat despite his youth. He doesn't play much, though it seems he'll indulge you every once in a while when you sway a colourful feathered tassle over his head.

Your manager had informed you he doesn't like much physical contact. Aside from the occasional pet, he didn't let her near. So imagine your silent confusion when he brushes up against your calf one morning in greeting before jumping up onto his favourite spot in the window sill to sunbathe.

And then again a gentle nudge of his head in thanks when you serve him his food for breakfast.

You've been hesitant to touch him, having been warned about his aversion to physical affection, and unsure of his temperment.

Safe to say you were shocked when he curled up next to you on the couch while you had a book in your lap, settling himself so he was pressed comfortably against your thigh. You had froze and refused to move an inch in fear of disturbing him.

Imagine living with cat! Nanami Kento, who is much more tolerant of you than others. Nanami is a patient feline.

He senses someone at the door and alerts you with a sounding "meow" before they can even knock.

When you have company over, he usually sits himself in the same room as you and lounges around adjecent to where you are. He likes to keep an eye on things, you've noticed. When you have more rowdy company over, like your little cousins and such, he does tend to hide himself away, or at least keep himself poised where they can't reach.

He doesn't allow strangers to pet him, and he doesn't quite care for getting to know other humans. If any friends of yours drop around regularly, the most they'll get out of him is a brief pet or two while he saunters away from the door and back to his watching spot.

With you, however, he allows himself to melt in your affection. Where with others he is stiff and indifferent, with you he purrs lowly while slumping, forcing you to accommodate your hold on a liquidised cat.

He pretends he doesn't care for your touch, staring through you with hardened features. But the way he lets you pick him up and cuddle him says otherwise.

Imagine just how protective cat! Nanami is over you.

Oddly enough, he likes to accompany you when you drag yourself out of your room for a walk outside. The first few times he tried to follow you out though, you thought he was just seeing you off at the door.

He had looked very disgruntled when you ushered him back inside, and he had stared you down through the window when you walked passed again. When you returned, he hadn't moved an inch.

He walks by your side on the footpath, occasionally leaping onto window sills and benches when the path gets a bit too crowded.

He'd glower at anyone that would shoulder check you, and he'd spook off any animals that posed any sort of danger to you in their approach.

Imagine cat! Nanami giving you a concerned meow whenever you injure yourself. Whether you stub your toe on the corner of your bed, bump your calf into the sharp corner of the coffee table, or hit your head on the bathroom cabinet door--you'll hear him soon after, as though asking, "are you alright?"

If it really affects you, and you're slouched onto the ground rubbing your head with pursed lips, he'll give you a once over, even jumping up on the counter or leaning on your shoulder to get a good look at where you got hurt.

You can feel his little nose puffing air onto your head as he inspects you, and he might give you reassuring lick depending on if he sees any buising or whatnot.

Imagine how cat! Nanami reminds you to take your daily meds and/or vitamins if you need them. He keeps you on a strict schedule, and he gets grumpy if you ignore him and put it off.

Imagine cat! Nanami consoling you when you're stressed. Whether it be from work, or school--when you're sitting on the couch and staring blankly into the wall, or crying into your hands, curled up on your bed, he'll approach you with tentative steps, and trill softly to announce his presence.

Sometimes you might ignore him, either having not heard or just not able to pull yourself together enough to acknowledge him, and sometimes you reach out and pull him into a tight hug.

Whichever happens, usually he'll prod over to you and observe how you're feeling before giving you a nudge with his wet nose. After getting your attention, he'll willingly place himself in your space, purring softly. His presence is quiet, but comforting and unwavering. There, he'll stay with you until you feel ready to pick yourself back up again.

Imagine living with cat! Nanami Kento, the purrfect gentleman.

If you happen to be changing in the room, he turns away respectfully--which you found odd for a cat, but sweet nonetheless.

If you ever ponder aloud something that you've misplaced, more often than not he'll appear soon after with said item, otherwise he'll patiently call for your attention and lead you to it.

Whenever you do go on walks, if you stop for a break he'll often wander off (though never too far) and return with a few flowers in his maw. He'll place them in your lap or in your hands when you bend down to retrieve them, and he looks awfully accomplished when you coo at him in thanks.

Imagine going back and forth with cat! Nanami when he scolds you one day on your sodium intake. He can't really scold you, but the way he stares at you and grumbles says otherwise.

He'd taken to raiding your pantry and hiding all of your instant ramen so you actually have to make yourself dinner.

When you pick up your phone to order takeout, you shout when he suddenly knocks it out of your hand and takes off with it. He's gone before you can even blink, and by the time you chase him through your home and catch him, he's already got it hidden.

And while you berate him for his antics, you can't help but feel a little more frustrated at the subtly smug look in his kitty eyes.

Imagine living with cat! Nanami Kento, and annoying him to your hearts content. While he relaxes on the backrest of the couch, you'll sneak up and pull him into your chest, nuzzling your face into his fur aggressively.

When you're doing your skincare routine, you like to keep him on the tip of his kitty paws by flicking water at him while he sits patiently by the sink. You snicker when he stills, his eyes slipped shut while his tail jerks to the side in irritation.

During the day when you're particularly bored, you'll walk past him while he's perched comfortably in his favourite spot to sunbathe and flip his tie over his head. You'll skitter away with a laugh while he deadpans and growls an empty threat.

At night, when you just can't fall asleep and cat! Nanami slumbers beside you peacefully, you decide to pin down his tail with the weight of your hand. He remains unperturbed, but when you lift your hand he flicks the appendage away swiftly. You giggle, and do it again.

By the forth time, he gets up, thoroughly roused from his once peaceful sleep, and retaliates by laying himself across your face like an eye mask.

He'll indulge in a little play fight with you, batting away your hands with his claws sheathed, sometimes forcing the breath out of you by rolling down onto your chest, to tire you out.

Then, having been entertained, you hum with a dreamy sigh, shifting to lay on your side and getting comfy under the covers while cat! Nanami lets you guide him to cosy up by your chest, cuddling him like a teddy bear.

[mtchee]

[IMAGINE] Toxic! Popular Girl has a Soft Spot for You | GN

cw: not edited, second-person-pov, original character x you, has a soft spot for you, toxic tendencies, possessive, fluff??, gn reader, mentions of having hair, blackmail material, lowkey yandere, 16+ suggestiveness particularly at the end

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Imagine toxic! popular girl, Mina Umai, being the college's prized jewel. Standing just below 5'6, though a proud 5'7 with her highest heels, she's the apple of everyone's eye.

Kind to the teachers, to whom she offers assistance when she can, and friendly to all she meets--no one really pays attention to what happens when you get on her bad side. Everyone knows that if she doesn't like you, you're shunned, but no one talks about that.

Mina stays on top of her studies, her fashion degree flaunted left and right as her name is plastered on college advertisement's and company billboards as the next promising hot and top designer. In her spare time, when she's not mingling with her gossipy, giggly friends, she trains in the college volleyball team. As a matter of fact, she designed their uniforms too!

Her parents are Japanese, but Mina was born here. She would be the perfect model: long legs, thin arms, an overall slim build with the prettiest curve in her waist, her black hair cascades to her mid back, ending in a clean cut with two blonde highlights in her fringe that frame her perfectly pretty face.

Her eyes are rounded, irises almost as dark as ink, though they glimmer in just the right light. Her face is small, but her lips are cute and plump, as is her button nose and her naturally rosy cheeks.

She can make anything she wears look good, always on top of the latest trends and constantly in the know how.

Imagine toxic! popular girl, Mina Umai finally spotting you in the middle of your second year. She's just ditched two of her bimbos since they thought it would be funny to ghost her posts on insta, and the rest of her posse were floundering about elsewhere.

You've been sharing an elective for the past semester, but you've never really cared to know your peers.

You're there for your degree, nothing more.

Mina tilts her head as she looks at you, plump lips glossed and pursed while her thin eyebrows slip into a delicate frown. She doesn't remember ever talking to you.

Imagine mean! popular girl Mina Umai standing in front of where your sitting, clearing her throat and smiling with pristine white teeth. Her round eyes become crescent moons, and she introduces herself with a flourish.

"Hi! Oh my gosh, I don't think we've really talked before--are you new here? I'm Mina."

She holds a hand out to shake yours, and awaits patiently for you to take it. She makes a passing comment on how your hair looks a little greasy, and asks if you know how to take care of yourself right.

Behind her pretty smile, she inwardly scoffs when you grimace, and her eyes twinkle when you flinch and swipe your hand away before it makes contact with hers, as though disgusted.

"Yeah... pleasure to meet you." Your sardonic tone ices her.

How dare you.

She's gone out of her way to grace you with her presence only for an ungrateful little thing like you to act as though she's a disturbance.

She is an idol compared to you.

And she's not the only one who agrees.

Your obvious distaste is noticed by those around you, and grumblings are soon to pick up. A few snickers here and there have you glancing around, and the number of eyes on you have you immediately uneased.

Your mind blanks momentarily, and then your stomach drops.

Oh, she's THE Mina Umai. A few of your friends had told you about her. Even if you're not really friends with her, it's better to be on her good side if you want a decent uni life.

"Um, y-yeah! Pleasure to meet you..!" You correct yourself, scrambling from your seat and shaking her hand. You bow at the waist as you do so--you remember reading about Japanese customs, and that was kind of like a respect thing or something, right?

You duck your head at the prevailing whispers, cheeks burning at a few resounding laughs from nosy onlookers.

Imagine, you've kept on the downlow since your run in with Mina, though it seems your name has already been spread.

You've been borderline outcast from your club, and you get dirty looks from the people in your dorms. You've had a couple scrap papers thrown at you, and someone once spilled an energy drink on you in the courtyard.

Your friends have slowly started avoiding you, and only two of your closest keep in contact, though it's still scarce. They explained to you though, and you kind of understand, knowing that if they're seen too around you too actively, they'll get dragged into the wrong kind of attention too.

Imagine toxic! popular girl, Mina Umai, watching you more closely. When you spot her staring you duck your head and slink into the background.

Imagine toxic! popular girl, Mina Umai, thinking to herself after watching you across the library one day, a pensive pout on her bunny pink lips before she turns to her friends and whispers to them.

"Hey, they're kind of cute, right? Go a little softer on them, I want that one."

Imagine Mina Umai plopping herself beside you one day in the study hall, plaited skirt riding up her thighs and she huffs dramatically when you flinch. Wide eyed, you bow your head and scramble to pick up your stuff--she must have wanted this table. Was this her designated table? Either way, she wanted you to move so--

"You don't have to be so shy, you know."

Her light-hearted tone doesn't match the expectant look in her pretty round eyes, and despite the glitter on her eyelids and the childish purse of her lips, you can't help but feel intimidated.

Imagine, from that day on, toxic! popular girl Mina Umai had adopted you as her new best friend. People would still whisper, though no one would mess with you anymore. Her main clique reluctantly accept you as one of their own. They're decent enough when Mina is around, otherwise they side eye and ignore you for the most part.

Your friends full on avoid you now, except for your two closest, though you seldom interact with each other anymore.

Imagine toxic! popular girl Mina Umai whining and pouting each time you shakily decline her party invites. "It's just not really my scene," you've explained. She keeps trying though.

Imagine toxic! popular girl Mina Umai immediately dropping two babbling girls from her posse after catching them tweeting shit about you. She scoffs and laughs ever so sweetly at their shocked expressions, all wide eyed and mouths agape.

She goes on to humiliate them in front of the dorms, berating them for their tactless behaviour and going on about how jealous they are that she's claimed you as her best friend. She nitpicks at their appearances, eyes glistening with false tears of frustration as she explains how she was always so nice and just trying to do them favours by letting them hang around her since they always did look tacky without her help.

And everyone coos reassurances to Mina as she fans her face, drying her tears with her head tilted up so it doesn't ruin her mascara. She sniffles, thanking everyone tearfully before hooking her arm around yours and leaning into you with a lip jutted out, murmuring softly how she'd love it if you'd skip your next class to get some comfort food with her.

Imagine toxic! popular girl Mina Umai continuously ditching her posse the moment she sees you; bored eyes with a plastic smile brightening when she spots you, and she rushes over to you with a giddy wave and a squeal.

Imagine toxic! popular girl Mina Umai warding off boys, girls and everyone in-between who approach you for your number.

"Puh-lease! That girl was being so fake. Mhm~ What? Couldn't you tell? Oh my god, she was actually mocking you--I was not going to let that happen."

"Gross, he was so full of it! Babe, don't listen to him, guys only think with their dicks, trust me. Boys like that try to talk to me all the time--I've learned how to pick them out. Besides, I think he has herpes. Duh! Didn't you hear?"

"Bestie. What did I tell youuu? C'mon, have a little faith in me next tiiime! I literally called it--they're such a little creep!"

"Ugh, I get that you're somewhat conventionally attractive or whatever, but you get so many weirdos talking to you. Is that what you're into? No? Oh, thank god. Don't worry, it's a good thing you have me here."

Imagine toxic! popular girl inviting all of her friends to a big sleepover on the first weekend of the college break at her house. She told you to show up on the Sunday, and so you rock up at her place with a backpack full of your overnight stuff.

Mina's house belongs to her parents, but they've travelled back to Japan for their family, and Mina insisted on staying under the pretense of doing some extra holiday study.

Her place is grand--minimalistic with a touch of traditional Japan. It's obvious that she's loaded.

When Mina opens the door to your hesitant knock, she beams before her features slip into a confused frown.

"What are you doing here?"

You look just as confused, and you shift on your feet awkwardly, "Um, the sleepover...?"

She blinks her big, black eyes at you before gasping, leaning forwards at the waist to grab your arm at her revelation, "I meant next Sunday, silly!"

Your face flushes in humiliation, and you duck your head, stepping back with a quick apology. Mina laughs, all sweet and carefree.

"God, you're so stupid sometimes. Don't just stand there! C'mon, you're here already, you may as well stay." She ends that with an exhasperated sigh before giggling, pulling you inside the door.

Unbeknownst to you, Mina hadn't planned a big sleepover with all her friends. She lied so she could have you all to herself for a weekend!

Imagine toxic! popular girl, Mina Umai, letting you drop your things in the livingroom for the time being before leading you to the kitchen and opening her fridge. She pulls out a tray of pretty pink cocktails with salt around the rim, a strawberry cut and stuck on the edge of each glass.

She places it on the marble island countertop before setting out various pre-prepared platters of snacks: fresh fruits, chips, veggie sticks and dips, crackers, and candy--most of which happen to be your favourites.

You're too busy gawking at the set up to question why she had this all prepared a week in advance. She giggles and tells you to help yourself.

Imagine listening to all of toxic! popular girl Mina Umai's gossiping while you guys snack around her kitchen bench. She's gasping and motioning, pulling out all the stops in her dramatic story telling.

Even though you know that some of what she says is bullshit, you have to admit, she's got a way of keeping you engaged.

Imagine staying up late watching a bunch of cliche movies with toxic! popular girl, Mina Umai, while you do each other's skincare. From her skincare minifridge in her on bathroom ensuite, she carries down her plethora of serums and creams and cleansers and masks.

While the TV plays on in the background, you sit still with a thumping heart as the unfairly gorgeous girl pokes and prods at your face.

"Your nose is too oily," she grimaces, thumbing at the light sheen that spread onto her forefinger, "but your cheeks are suuuper dry. Do you even moisturise?"

You do.

Your shoulders sag in embarrassment, but she pays no care to your shame while she continues her critique.

"Your neck is like, two toned. You need to fix that. Your eyebags too."

Mina basically straddles you on her livingroom floor, your back leant against the couch with all her expensive and unnecessary products scattered around you.

She's indifferent while she gently wipes at your skin with a toner pad, having already forced you through a foaming cleanser. Her small breasts press against your chest, and she's basically breathing against your lips while she carefully applies what she deems to be a suitable moisturiser for your skin.

You silently panic at her proximity, blood rushing in your ears while her lithe hands sensually massage down your neck with some sort of vitamin serum.

You miss the knowing glint in her eyes when you sigh a little too loudly at the feeling of her tracing your cheeks, and you're even oblivious to the smug grin that tugs on her plump lips when you stiffen under her.

Imagine pretending to empathise with toxic! popular girl Mina Umai's rich, popular girl proplems after you've settled into her room for the night.

You've both dressed into your pyjamas, bellies full and all ready for bed even though you're sure you won't really be getting much sleep.

Mina leans against the backboard of her bedazzled canopy bed, your head resting on her perfect thighs while she plays with your hair.

You nod every now and then with furrowed brows while she sniffles and sobs about her most trivial life problems.

Her pretty features are curved into a bratty pout, eyes glistening with unshed tears of frustration as she talks while gently massaging your scalp.

"You're the only one who really gets me, you know? Everyone else always ends up leaving me... they're all just so--so fake!"

Imagine waking up the following morning with jelly legs and your neck littered in the prettiest love marks you've ever seen. Glittery lip gloss has dried on parts of your skin from the prior night's messy, wet kisses.

Imagine toxic! popular girl, Mina Umai, cooing at you condescendingly on the other side of the bed, coaxing you awake with debaucherous whispers of the activities that occurred before you slept.

Imagine toxic! popular girl, Mina Umai, having taken pictures and photos of you both during and after last night, teasing you and pretending to contemplate uploading them for the world to see.

"Oh my god!" She gasps in feigned shock before laughing at your fearful expression, "you're such a cute little slut!"

Imagine toxic! popular girl, Mina Umai continuing to dote on you like you're hopeless, especially after that sleepover. She keeps you tagging along in her antics, clinging to your side and kissing all over you in public.

It's humiliating and uncomfortable. But no one says anything anyway.

She spoils you with her money, making sure you keep on top of the latest trends and hottest clothes so that you look decent standing beside her.

Imagine toxic! popular girl, Mina Umai, falling in obsession love with you and keeping those photos and videos in a hidden, locked folder on her phone only for her eyes to ever see.

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Silence is Silver, Your Voice is Gold - [Tamaki Amajiki] SOULMATE SERIES | GN

blurb:

As your schools decide to team up for a term long integration project, you're eager to prove your worth as an aspiring young hero. LOUD AND PROUD! That's who you are! So when you're paired with none other than one of U.A's Big Three, Tamaki Amajiki, your heart shatters when he flinches away from you before you can even utter a word. He gives you a brief, stammered apology--and that's when you realise that maybe, just maybe, your dearly fated had been a cruel mistake. Your own soulmate is terrified of you without even knowing you. So perhaps, it's for the best that you pipe down and let him find someone else to better suit his needs.

cw: not edited, second-person-pov, tamaki is a sweetheart, [name] is outgoing and loud, minor angst, fluff!!!, mentions of two non-canon side characters, smitten [name], anxious but doting tamaki, ugh [name] and tamaki are so cute smh, idk how i feel abt the ending i hope it's okay T-T

| masterlist | boku no hero academia collection |

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"U.A, HERE WE COME!"

"Shut up, [name]," One of your classmates, Kaori, scrunches his nose at you disdainfully, "you're the reason no one talks to us."

"What..."

Karina, his sister, snorts while you deflate, "It's okay to be excited, [name]. Ignore him. Let's show U.A what we're made of!" She fist pump the air to distract you, and it evidently works when you copy her with a happy whoop.

All third-year hero course students have been gathered to battle ground A and B where they would mingle with the other school's class.

One of the teachers, Miss Midnight, claps her hands and swiftly garners the attention of each student.

"Alright, everybody~" She grins widely with lidded eyes, "time to pair you off with a new buddy! Don't be shy now~ We'll be calling out your names and pitting you against another duo. Now-"

You bound your way over to a tall, spiky eared U.A. student who stands with hunched shoulders and a lowered head once your name is called. Just moments prior you saw him with two others, a broad set blond and a pretty aqua toned girl, both of whom nudged him in your direction before heading to their own partners.

Oh! How cool! He's one of the big three in U.A!

Excitement courses through you at the prospect of working with him, after all, you're not bad yourself!

Taking ground beside him, you stick out a hand and take in a breath before your heroic introduction--when he flinches away at your sudden movement.

A squeak escapes him and he quickly puts more distance between you. Before you can even blink, he's bowed sharply by the waist, murmuring trembling apologies at how your loudness had startled him--but the ringing in your ears has long since drowned him out.

Your wide smile sits stiff on your lips, features frozen as a cold wave drenches you at the feeling of your soul words tingling on your right shoulder.

He's... I-I scared him..? Your heart shatters at the realisation that in your boister, he's never once lifted his head to look at you, and you notice him trembling ever so slightly.

I'm... my soulmate's scared of me..? And then a hopeful thought crosses your mind, oh! I'll just be quiet then! Then he'll like me, right?!

Instead of replying to his flurry of apologies, you take a step back as to respect his space and bring your outstretched hand down to your side. You mimick his bow, smile softening as to not seem so overbearing.

When your shadow moves, Amajiki shakily glances up, eyes wobbling when you stand upright again and make an effort to give him a small, hurried wave, as though restraining your energy.

Ah! Yes! He's looking at me now! You positively beam, aura brightening tenfold and he looks panicked, swiftly diverting his anxious gaze. R-Right, you sweatdrop to yourself, keep it toned down...

"You're so quiet, it's weird," Kaori deadpans, eyeing you skeptically from across the lunch table as he sips through the straw of his milk box.

You look up from your half bitten chicken katsu sandwhich, cheeks buldging with food, "you fink sho?"

He grimaces at you, disgusted, "chew your food first, scrub."

You pay him mind, chewing thoroughly and swallowing before speaking again, "I met my soulmate today! He doesn't like loud things though, so I'm practicing."

"Practicing..?"

Karina gasps, dropping her chopsticks in her udon, "Wait--you met your soulmate!?" You bark a laugh at her incredulous look, the noise loud and reverberating.

"Yeah!" Feeling giddy, you take another big, aggressive bite of your sandwhich to quell it, "he's shoooooo cute!"

"I said chew, you neaderthal!" Kaori pegs his empty milk box at you, at his wits end with your brash manner. His sister retaliates by throwing her full one at him, and he yelps, barely dodging it and it goes scattering across the floor behind him.

"We were talking!" She hisses before turning back to you with sparkles in her eyes, "really!? Ohmygod, what's he like?!"

You barely open your mouth before someone interrupts.

"Hey there!" The large blond from before stands at the end of your table with a wave in greeting. A sheepish smile sits in his face at having disturbed your conversation, "hah! Sorry, mind if we joined you for lunch?"

"Hi, Mirio!" Karina smiles back, "sure! The more the merrier." She ignores her twin brother's protesting grumbles, "[name], this is Mirio, he's my collaboration partner this term."

Behind the broad blond pokes out a recognisable head of wavy aquamarine hair, and Kaori grumbles even more, sinking low into his seat with a grumpy frown.

"Oh, hey! Kaori!" The girl gasps happily, bounding over to steal the seat beside him, "what a coincidence, huh?" She giggles.

The dark haired male rolls his eyes, "More like a curse..."

She turns to you, ignorant to his brooding, "Hihi~ I'm Nejire Hado! How cool! Kaori and I were partnered up too! Oh, and that's Tamaki Amijiki!"

When a familiar head of indigo hair is forcibly thrust into the centre of attention, your face erupts with warmth and an ecstatic smile quickly crosses your lips. You perk up in your seat with a gasp, though you swiftly silence yourself and instead give an aggresively friendly wave.

The elf eared student only really glances up at the table briefly before his nerves get the best of him, and his back hunches lower. He sends an acknowledging nod in your direction though, and your heart skips a beat.

Karina looks at you worriedly at your sudden silence, though your excitement is extremely palpable. She can practically see the giddy flowers dancing around you. Kaori couldn't care less.

"Oh, [name], do you already know Amijiki-san?" You nod frantically, and that's when it clicks for her. Karina's mouth drops and the looks between you and the former, and her eyebrows raise in understanding.

"A-Ah..! He's your project partner?"

"Wow! What a coincidence, huh?" Mirio gasps, bouyed by the revelation, "we promise to do our very best!"

"Us too!" Karina fist pumps the air, you copying with a happy mhmph! Nejire giggles, leaning in to participate while Amajiki trembles in the corner.

Kaori rolls his eyes at the amount of sunshine in the group, "riiiight..."

Over the following weeks, your school and U.A. continue to work together, occasionally switching partners in combat training to simulate on-sight collaboration with other heroes you'd meet on field.

Though for the majority, you worked with Amajiki. He's strong, incredibly so.

His usual demeanour would've had you underestimating him if you hadn't been paying attention. But particularly since he was your soulmate, you knew he was powerful from the get go. You want to be just as strong.

You like being around Amijiki; he's quiet, but he's very observant. He doesn't really talk to you all that much outside of training, though sometimes you tail him around break time and he doesn't seem to mind.

That, or he's too scared to tell you off.

Hm.

He cares though! Like that one time where you were sparring Mirio, you were awed by the the power of his quirk--the power that he gave his quirk, and simultaneously overwhelmed by it. You were fired up from the challenge, determination burning in your eyes, and you spent the remainder of the day pushing yourself.

That same energy pushed you throughout that week, and by the end of it, you were burning yourself out. You didn't let it stop you though, testing the limits of both your quirk and physical capabilities even when others retired for the day.

You hardly gave your bruises the time to heal, only slapping on a salve when you let yourself have a water break before getting back to it again.

In-class training had you beaming beside him as you worked together, though he noticed you tanking too much all at once.

Eventually, he mustered up the courage to look you in the eyes with a fearsome glare and sat you down with some mineral water and tasty snacks from his vest. Then he deflated and apologised in a panic before scurrying off to get Recovery Girl to see you before you moved.

You repaid him in a flurry of grateful bows and a bag of some of your favourite treats that you forcefully thrust into his hands before running off.

You never directly spoke to him, knowing you often had a hard time controlling your volume. So, you settled for vast, obvious movements--like a big game of charades.

You made sure to keep this up at lunchtimes too, where you'd talk boisterously with the twins before immediately silencing yourself as soon as Amajiki came into your sights. And you'd always greet him with an elated smile and a frantic wave.

Mirio and Nejire are quick to catch on to your switch ups, where you happily explain: "Amajiki-kun doesn't like a lot of loud noises, so I've been practicing on quieting down."

They looked rather confused while you hummed, unbothered, and then excused yourself to brush up on your training. You didn't think anything of it, they're his friends after all! Of course he doesn't mind them being loud.

Besides, he's warming up to you now! Just, slowly.

Very slowly.

By the end of the term, most of your energy has dwindled, and the signature light in your eyes has hazed over.

You've immersed yourself in your training, tossing yourself into the throes of it all with minimum breaks as a means to extend your limits. With every new task, you volunteer to be the first. When there's a new optional training segment, you're up at the crack of dawn, rearing to go.

Your drive has always been phenominal, but it's gotten dangerously extensive.

"[name]?" Mirio and Amajiki spot you on training ground B way before the day's classes even begin. You perk up at the sound of your name, seeing them in turn and grinning widely, waving them an obnoxious greeting.

Mirio smiles back, though Amajiki's brows crinkle upward worriedly.

"The day's barely started yet, you know? You're here early."

You can't help but give Mirio a sheepish grin and a shrug, your skin glossed over with a thin layer of sweat from exertion.

"...Have.. have you eaten yet?" Amajiki's quiet question has your gaze snapping towards him; he doesn't flinch away this time. You beam inwardly at that.

You give a polite shake of your head, no, and then wave off their looks of concern with a fluid gesture of your hand--you'll pick up something later.

Everyone notices you dozing at lunchtime, your presence not as exuberant as usual. Your motions aren't quite as energetic, and sometimes you stare off into space with glazed eyes. Kaori chalks it up to an off day, and Karina reluctantly agrees.

But then the pattern continues, and your light seems to dim while your silence grows dull.

You look... sad.

It's nothing you won't be able to get over though! At least, that's what you're trying to convince yourself. Gradually, over weeks of silent pining, you've come to realise that--maybe, it's useless after all.

Since meeting Amajiki, you've done everything you could think of to get him to like you a little more.

While before you were loud, you're quiet now!

And everyone likes friendly people, you don't see yourself as someone mean, so you've made sure to be as approachable as possible.

He often startles at your sudden movements, so you've taken to bottling your energy and restraining your movements to more gentle, fluid motions.

Sometimes, when you smile a bit too brightly, you noticed he'd turn around or look away, so instead, you'd cover your mouth and crinkle your eyes--that way, he'd still know that you're happy without having to see such an uncomfortably wide smile.

Oh, and he'd get all red and uncomfy when you subconsciously lean into his space, stumbling over his words with a trembling frown, so you try and place yourself away now--you know he likes his own space.

But... he still doesn't seem to like you all that much.

Maybe the whole soulmate thing was a mistake this time around. He still looks away when you smile at him, and he turns away and shakes even when you sit across from him.

Amajiki will talk to you during training, but only really because he has to since you're partners.

You must just not be his kind of person, you think. You've always been told that you're a bit too much, so, you guess they're not really wrong.

Wow, you must look so silly following after him like a puppy, when he's clearly trying to keep his distance.

Amajiki is shy and quiet; he's determined, but thoughtful. He's powerful, but gentle.

While you're loud and shameless; excitable, but stubborn. You're kind, but impulsive.

Amajiki is everything that you're not, and you see that now. Despite your will to change, you'll never be what he needs. You think, he'll want someone who's more subtle. Headstrong, but understanding. He'd like someone who can stand strong, but isn't overbearing--someone who can calm his nerves and help him see the positive in things with a gentle tone.

You respect Amajiki. It's why you still refer to him so formally while the others have given you permission to call them by their given names. He hadn't given you explicit consent to either, so you suppose it makes sense anyway.

There's only a couple weeks left in the term.

You don't mind staying silent now, there's nothing to say. The light in your eyes isn't the same anymore, and any remainder of your energy only trickles into your presence.

You like listening to Amajiki talk. He doesn't say a lot, but when he does you like to listen. That's a perk to your silence, you suppose. If you were still as loud, you probably wouldn't hear him.

"Um, [name]..?" Amajiki tugs you aside after conjoined training in one of your remaining weeks, "a-are you okay? It's just, you've been... kind of quiet, recently..."

Quiet? That's a good thing, right? You perk up hopefully, though it shatters just as quick as it comes. When you look up, Amajiki's features a curved into a frown.

Right, nevermind. Don't be so stupid. You make sure not to look him in the eyes when you give him a carefully placed smile--not too wide, so it won't scare him away, but not too subtle so you look ungrateful--and nod your head softly.

"You-..-you used to talk a lot, y-you know," his shaky voice stops you in your tracks after you turned to head to your next session, "at least, you did more before I showed..."

Your brows pinch in concern at the hitch in his voice, and you look back to see him with a bowed head, nervously clutching the fabric of his hero costume. His shoulders are tense, trembling with the urge to run, but he steels himself.

"U-Um..." and then he glances up, eyes connecting with yours and he forces himself to stay. His pupils dilate, and he gasps sharply, lips thinning. He swallows anxiously, and then furrows his brows in determination.

"If I've done something to offend you, I-I'm so sorry..! But... I'm..-w-we're all really worried about you." Amajiki bows his head, resolve wavering and he's unable to retain eye contact, "and... I'm really worried about you... it's just, you haven't been the same, fo-for a while."

Oh. Your heart drops, so it really was all for nothing. You hum softly, looking off to the side dejectedly before deciding well, it doesn't matter anyway.

"I like you, Amajiki-kun," Your words have him snapping his head up, eyes impossibly wide while his left calf tingles, "um, I'm not... speaking too loud, am I?"

Your voice rings like a melody to his ears despite your nervous tone. At his stunned silence, your heart pangs painfully inside your chest, and you swallow thickly. Your head lowers, "sorry... I shouldn't have said anything."

"What?" The sharpness of his tone startles you, and when you look up again, shocked, and he looks just as surprised. He carries on nontheless, softer, though with an unusual firmness.

"You... why shouldn't you have said anything?" Amajiki looks pained as he repeats your words, "do you... you don't want--"

"No!" You interrupt, wide eyed at his doubt, "I-I just mean that, it'd be easier that way. And you wouldn't have to deal with such a noisy soulmate, and you could find someone you'd like-"

"W-Who are you to determine who I like?" He stands straighter now, his voice holding a certain finality that you find hard to refute.

I'm your soulmate! Is what you find you want to say, but the words die in your mouth at the hypocrisy of it.

Amajiki's gaze is fierce and unwavering, and you feel both honoured and fearful. This may be the longest he's looked at you for.

"You've known for so long, an-and were willing to leave me after this? Without me knowing?" He takes in a shaky breath, fist whitening with a grip exuding both his frustration and worry.

"You're my soulmate... m-my soulmate," he sounds awed at the fact, "...I've been waiting to hear your voice--for months, you know," his voice cracks, and it seems his courage has started to dissipate as his shoulders shrink. His cheeks flush pink from his admittance.

"I... You've been so friendly since we were partnered up. And, y-you get along so well with everyone... I got scared that you wouldn't like me because I was too... too quiet for you."

Your world stops at that. He thought what?

"I-I mean," he panics, "you were always laughing with your friends, an-and then we started hanging out and you didn't say much but you were always smiling, and then whenever you looked at me it'd make me too nervous, and when I get nervous I'm kinda sweaty so I look away. B-But then you started covering your smile, and I didn't know why, and then I felt bad because I wasn't seeing it anymore, and you started overexerting yourself so I got even more worried and then--"

"Amajiki-kun-" A bright smile had crept onto your face during his panicked ramble, and a familar red hue bursts onto his cheeks and he clenches his eyes shut. God, it's so obvious now!

"--and you don't even call me by my name," he almost seems to whine, pulling down the hood of his costume to hide. He starts trembling again, and you can't help but gasp before cooing at him.

"You want me to call you by your name?" Your eyes sparkle, and suddenly your light have been rejuvenated, "Tamaki?"

The male stiffens before slowly nodding, peeking out from beneath his hood with lidded eyes and wobbly lips. He can only make eye contact briefly before shying away--and it seems all your worries were for naught.

When you squeal and beam, clapping your hands excitedly, Tamaki can't help but smile. At the cost of enduring the attention your volume brings, he'd be more than happy to listen to you gush and spew about whatever.

Where he was once intimidated by your light, he now bathes in its warmth. And where you were once silenced by your own trepeditions, you now burst at the seams with unrestrained energy.

While you are loud, Tamaki is quiet; he likes to listen when you talk, and you are his voice when he cannot find his own.

Fate had not been mistaken.

It had just taken some fine tuning before you reached the perfect volume.

[mtchee]

Quiet Comfort - [Gunwoo & Woojin] FEM

blurb:

A day in the life with your two big sweethearts, and some quiet comfort from the usually otherwise obnoxiously burly duo after a long day.

cw: not edited, second-person-pov, fluff, have fun with two giant puppies, poly relationship, use of the term 'jagiya/jagi', mentions of having hair, teasing, if you think they're ooc please let me know i'm trying to get used to writing them, i love them sm frfr

| masterlist | bloodhounds collection |

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"Woojin-ah! Have you seen my jacket?" You call out, head buried deep into your side of the closet.

Gunwoo pops his head in through the doorway instead, "Hm? Oh, I put it in the wash."

"In the wash?" You lean back out with a frown.

"Did you say my name!?"

"Don't mind! Gunwoo, I'm doing a stock run for the cafe. Your mum needs me to go, and it'll be cold," You draw out a whine after calling back to your other boyfriend's distant voice. He's probably splayed out on the living room couch.

Gunwoo's big eyes flicker, his face suddenly downtrodden and you quickly backtrack.

"It's fine. It should only be quick anyway, I'll be inside for the rest of the day."

"I'm sorry," Gunwoo's thick lips form into a big fat pout, his voice apologetically soft and you want to bite him, "you can use one of mine, or Woojin hyung's. If you want."

He shucks off the dark puffy jacket that he's wearing and quickly offers it to you.

Habitually, you open your mouth to decline before hearing the wind whistling through the miniscule gaps in the window. You glance outside. It even looks cold.

"Mm, you're running deliveries today, aren't you?" Your brows pinch in concern, gently pushing outstretched jacket back to his chest.

Gunwoo shakes his head profusely, using both his hands to reinstate his now no-returns offer.

"We're doing some training first. Then we'll start on the deliveries," he assures you, tone much more firm on the fact that the topic regards your wellbeing, "I'll be warmed up before then. And I can pick up the jacket in between runs." He adds onto the end quickly, subtly coercing you to accept his choice.

You take in a breath, assessing him silently.

Gunwoo's sized up, back straight and broad shoulders no longer sagging, as to appear more self assured and resolute. His big puppy eyes once slightly glossed over from your chiding now hardened with a quiet resolve.

You huff through your nose, accepting the oversized puffy jacket with a hidden smile, "...Alright. Thank you, Woo-ah."

You can barely stifle the giddy butterflies you feel when he smiles at you.

Later that day, Woojin gives you the fright of your life while you're on your way back to the cafe.

You scream when a familiar himbo comes barrelling at you from around the corner of the street, tackling you in a semi-sweaty hug.

"JAGIYAAA!"

"Woojin-ah!" You shriek, bracing your arms over your head as the impact with his torso sends you flying. The only thing stopping you from hitting the ground is his eager embrace that quickly follows, catching you and tethering you to him in a tight hug.

"Are you crazy!?"

"Aish~ I missed you," he nuzzles into you obnoxiously, ignorant to any passersby that send you strange looks.

"Yuck!" You can't help but laugh as his nose tickles you behind your ear. You can feel the perspiration glossing the skin of his neck and you grimace, pushing him away with a grin.

"I saw you this morning," you reason when he looks at you, offended.

His brows furrow, "Barely. And it's not the same."

You roll your eyes at him, though you suppose it is thrilling to bump into each other on pure coincidence.

"Did you finish a delivery?"

Woojin nods, "Mm. I'm on my way to the cafe. Gunwoo's going too. We were arguing which street was quicker, but then I saw you."

"Well, then he's definitely winning."

"..."

You laugh when his face drops.

Steam disperses from the bathroom doorway, condensation dripping down the glass of the shower while the mirror over the sink slowly dipleats itself of the fog lining it.

You sit on the bed clad in one of your boyfriends' shirts and a pair of panties, planning on applying your body lotion after drying your hair. With the tub of cream sat beside you, you eye your faint reflection in the window pane, ruffling your towel through your locks.

Your impatience results in the rough fabric lashing against your cheek, and you wince, blinking off the abrupt contact.

A tinge of frustration nips at you before you take in a deep breath to calm you down. It's been a long day, and your little spa routine was a way of helping you unwind.

The day's toll must've been a lot worse than you thought.

You let the towel fall from your head and onto your lap, staring at it blankly. You can feel a flurry of emotions toiling within you, but you don't have the energy to process them fully.

In no time, small unshed tears begin to glisten your lower lash line and you scrunch your nose. Why are you almost crying?

It's not like you haven't had bad days before--and you've definitely had worse.

"Jagi..?"

You don't even hear Gunwoo approach, still staring at your lap tiredly. Gunwoo's brows furrow, and he leans down slightly to peer at you in concern. A small gasp escapes him at the sight of your glossy eyes and wrinkled nose, and he sits himself down beside you.

He parts his lips to say something before thinking better of it, he watches you for a moment longer, thinking to himself quietly before gently prying the towel from your weak hands.

"Here, jagi. Let me do this for you." His voice is tender, patient and coaxing as he shifts his torso to face your back, and he starts to dry your hair for you.

The only response he garners is a soft sigh while you lean your head back at his careful touch. Your quiet acceptance has him smiling gratefully.

He's a little clumsy with his large hands, but he's mindful of his strength, and gets the job done.

Eventually, Woojin wanders into the room from the kitchen after wondering where his two partners disappeared to.

"Hey, do we want--" he stops short when Gunwoo whips around and shakes his head at him. Woojin narrows his eyes at him, and the younger motions his eyes towards you, and then he understands.

"--A-Ah... okay," he's quiet, taking a few more steps inside the room until he's stood in front of you. He crouches down, hands seeking purchase on your knees and he tilts his head to meet your vacant gaze.

He murmurs your name softly in a song like tune, "How are you feeling, hm?"

Gunwoo's activity ceases as he waits for you to speak.

You match his eyes with a little bit more life in them, feeling more soothed than frustrated now.

"Tired.."

"Yeah?" Woojin spies the tub of lotion by your thigh and nods towards it, "can I do that for you?"

Your eyes flutter in a soft blink, and he waits patiently. You look at the body lotion and then slowly draw your gaze back to your lap again. A sudden embarrassed heat crawls up your neck at the state of you: hair damp and body hunched, braless in an oversized shirt that hides your underwear from view with your naked legs on display.

"A-Ah..." you hesitate, lips parted unsurely. Suddenly bashful, you look over your shoulder at Gunwoo who blinks and gives you a light, unassuming smile.

You look back at Woojin, who's gaze never left your deliberating form. He rubs his thumb across your left knee comfortingly, eyes kind.

A soft breath escapes you, and you feel oddly reassured by them. Despite the mild fluster you feel at the intimacy of their attention, you nod and give and affirming hum.

He doesn't take that though. He wants to hear you.

With a gentle squeeze on your soft thigh, Woojin purses his lips and looks at you expectantly, though the upward twitch of his lips indicates his playfulness.

You whine, diverting your gaze shyly as you lean back against Gunwoo who chuckles at you. You look up at him for help, but scoff quietly in receiving none, and so you speak.

"Okay..."

Woojin beams, all crescent eyed and white teeth, "Thank you, jagiya~"

He reaches for the tub, unscrewing the lid and scooping up an appropriate amount for application--he's watched you do this a good few times now after all.

After lathering his hands, he starts with your right leg. Shifting so he's bent on one knee, he prompts you to lean your weight against Gunwoo while he rests your foot against his knee, big hands massaging the lotion into your skin.

Although his touch is innocent, you can't help but squirm nervously when his palms stroke up your thigh, and he grins.

He handles you firmly, placing pressure on all the right places that have you sighing in relief. Gunwoo starts playing with strands of your hair, even leaning down to place a lingering kiss on the shell of your ear.

"Feel better..?" He lets out a happy hum when you nod lazily.

Woojin finishes by lightly tickling the sole of your foot, grinning when you squeal and try to jerk away. He relents, letting out tug it out of his grasp before he taps your other leg, giving it the same treatment.

All too soon is it over, and Woojin places a teasing kiss on your shin with a squeeze to your thigh when you pout. You cringe at the tingling sensation it causes, slapping his hand away while he laughs at you.

The rest of your hair would be fine to air dry now, so when you flick the end of the towel away from you Gunwoo takes it, blowing against your neck playfully before he moves to put the towel away.

You can't help but watch after him endearingly. To be loved is to be known, and both Gunwoo and Woojin have done more than you could've ever asked for, and that's not just on accounts of that night.

They always taken care of you, always looking out for you: by walking you to and from places, to treating you out, checking in on you during times when you're separated, spoiling you whenever they can for no reason other than just because--they've done it all.

And you couldn't be anymore grateful.

The slightly open window allows a sharp evening breeze to graze across your bare skin, and you shiver.

Woojin perks up, "Ah, are you cold?"

Having heard from the bathroom, Gunwoo comes back, immediately rifling threw the dresser drawers while you answer the other with a nod.

Spying the goosebumps across your legs, Woojin runs a warm palm over them twice before feeling a breeze on the back of his head, and he clocks on.

"My turn!"

With the older standing up and closing the window, Gunwoo quickly slams the drawers shut and steals his spot in front of you.

You sit up, startled at the sudden movement, giggling when Woojin whirls around at the claim with an offended guffaw.

Gunwoo kneels in front of you this time, a pair of rolled up fuzzy socks in his hand while he tugs you closer to him. You laugh as you're pulled across the bed covers, the comforter bunching up messily.

Gunwoo's eyes crinkle at the sound of your laughter, and he unfurls the socks before slipping them over your feet. It goes about halfway up your shins, keeping your toes nice and warm and you hum contently.

Like Woojin did earlier, he runs his big hands over the rest of your exposed skin, smoothing down your cold caused bumps with his natural warmth. He tugs down your shirt so it covers your lower half a bit more modestly, though you notice he can't help but sneak in a quick squeeze on your hip.

His ears are a bit red, otherwise he smiles at you unaffectedly.

"Yah," Woojin claps him on the shoulder chidingly, though his tone is light hearted, "no fair. I saw that, you sneak."

"Hyung..." Gunwoo whines.

You can't help but grin at them, heart swelling with an incogitable fondness for your two big puppies. Any prior distress thoroughly dispelled thanks to the loving care of your two partners.

And you couldn't ask for more.

[mtchee]

"A rare treat! This coffee is one of my favourites!"

"Would you like any extras? We've got..."

"...Whipped cream!" - Kim Gun-woo

Quiet Comfort (w/ Woo-jin) - FEM A day in the life with your two big sweethearts, and some quiet comfort from the usually otherwise obnoxiously burly duo after a long day.

"...Chocolate Powder!" - Hong Woo-jin

Quiet Comfort (w/ Gun-woo) - FEM A day in the life with your two big sweethearts, and some quiet comfort from the usually otherwise obnoxiously burly duo after a long day.

"...Caramel syrup!" - Cha Hyeon-ju

menu coming soon~

[mtchee]

An Honour to be Desired - [Genshin Impact SAGAU] | MDNI | GN AMAB 18+

blurb:

A continuation of the events in which your beloved acolytes worship and adore you, just as you've fantasised. After all, they truly love you so! Who would they be, to not oblige and indulge themselves in your most intimate, carnal needs?

cw: not edited, second-person-pov, not really any plot, brief mentions of having hair, mdni, smut, amab bodied, oral (m), anal, cum eating, dirty talk, praise, ass eating, fingering, use of terms cock penis member shaft hole nips nipples, FILTH PURE FILTH, oh my...

| masterlist | genshin impact collection |

[afab] [amab] < prev. - afab! ver.

[5.2k]

Oh, you've done it now.

What is your life.

A wave of embarrassment and shamefulness hits you each time you see one of your dear acolytes, who smile and greet you blissfully.

Unbeknownst to them is the storm raging in your mind, memories and brief recollections of the taboo acts undone to you and them. You don't know how they can act so normal after seeing you in such a state--after engaging in utter debauchary and sensual filth.

While you don't regret it, you can't help but gain a sudden self awareness of your own acts, becoming shy and flustered at the prospect of their advances, and your reciprocations.

Who are you to have infatuated so many with your simple being?

And who are they to oblige!?

Each time you swear you've just fallen into some emarrassing fantasy that you'll awaken from, only for them to pursue you and indulge in it, again and again.

Maybe you've messed up the world. Afterall, your very existence is unwarranted from what you know. Though they claim to have been awaiting, their devotion to their Beloved--you!--unlike any other, who worship you for more than just your title.

You've been hesitant to accept their affections, and even more so reciprocate in fear of it being unwanted. The push and pull between you and them is subtle, but real.

Though they've tried to assure you over and over that you yourself are desired and not just one's devoted, you've never been able to get over intervening in their lives as they've gone.

It's hard to break those habits, though they assure you that your being is not unwarranted. You can't picture yourself asking for anymore than a glass of water, mayhaps a hug after a long day, but even that seems like a stretch of your imagination.

You've adjusted to coyly accepting their moves, but hide away when your own wants come forth.

You give them everything they could possibly ask for, providing and caring, even when they could never ask for such from their dearest Creator.

But just like them, you want to give and see them thrive, all without expecting anything back. You know them, you see them, you love them as they are. So why don't you see that they do the same?

Is it truly so hard to think that they desire you so?

Well, they can't have you thinking that now, can they?

I suppose everyone will just have to take it one step at a time.

"Di-Did, hah... did you like the show, your Grace?"

Joining Lyney and Lynette for their generous invite for tea after one of their miraculous shows resulted in your legs being spread over the cushy arm rests of one of their pretty velvet chairs while you convulsed and whined.

Lynette is now enjoying a warm cup of tea and biscuits after refreshing her palette with your slick. You had spent the first fifteen minutes shoved against the chair with her throat swallowing your weepy cock while her brother cooed and fed you sweet cookies.

It was Lyney's turn now, as he'd finished his cup and was now due his share of their precious reward.

"I... I--" You could hardly breathe through the onslaught of his tongue lavishing your slit, "mmgh..! Ahh, it was... Oh! It was amazingg..!"

You drawl out with a gasp, lurching forwards in alarm when Lyney latches onto your tip with a hard suck. Lynette hums appraisingly as she takes a dainty sip from her teacup, unlike how she'd been ruthlessly devouring you just moments before.

"And now, beloved?" She quirks up a brow while her brother smirks against your pelvis.

You whimper with a flush, eyes shut and gasping for air to ground yourself at the feeling of a certain tightness coiling in your gut.

"Y-Yes, you've always done..! So well-" Your voice breaks as you reach your high, head thrown back while your thighs quiver as an abundance of cum gushes into Lyney's mouth.

You let out a high pitched whine at the embarrassment of it, flinching when he continues to swallow you all up.

"Mm~ Good job, your Grace," Lyney's sly praise causes your heart to stutter, "I'd say that was our best performance of all~"

You barely had anytime to recover before being whisked away again. After leaving the twin magicians, who blew you kisses and let you wander off with slick and spit on your inner thighs, Navia had snagged you for a friendly stroll.

Although you were flustered and shaky for the first few minutes, her ease in establishing a flowing conversation had you soothed quickly.

An afternoon stroll past the rainbow roses and marcotte fields had her circling back to her innate establishment with the implicit promise of a treat and her riveting company.

Riveting indeed, after she had carefully put away her ornate hat and leant aside her pretty umbrella, she served you some refreshments and continued your chat.

Navia listens to you ever so intently with a pleased smile and rosy cheeks before finding herself splayed atop of you, flowing dress strewn on the floor alongside garments of your own with her pretty pussy riding your cock with abandon.

She murmurs sweet praises against your parted lips, kissing you lovingly and giggling at your every gasp and violent shiver. She moans breathlessly, gazing into your lidded eyes that glisten with need and bashfulness.

She takes such good care of you, making the effort to talk to you through her own greedy moans of pleasure. Legs spread and lain deliciously across the ornate chaise lounge, one thigh is hooked over yours as she grinds her hips onto you feverently.

"O-Oh, that's it~ Let go for me, sweet one.." Navia giggles at your blissful state, cooing when your head lulls back against the firm pillows as her pussy clenches around your shaft.

Shwep, shwep, fwap, shwep; your slick mixes together in a lewd concotions that echoes around the room.

"Ahah... a-ah~"

Your mouth drops open, and she squeals at the feeling of your cock twitching inside her.

"Yes! P-Please, please, pleasepleaseplease-" She begs with her lips flush against yours. A thick wetness coats your mons, and her skin glistens from the filth. One of her hands move to pinch at your nips, and you moan in tandem as her tits press up against your heaving chest.

A familiar sting pinpricking the pleasure in your core has you bucking up against her viciously, whimpering needily.

She hushes you gently, sucking on your wriggly tongue with a small hum. Her eyes slip closed in concentration, panting against your mouth as she focuses on bringing you both to a euphoric peak.

It's not long before you're both tensing, humping your sloppy sexes together needily as the sharp coil in your tummy snaps. You let out a long winded whine, penis throbbing and twitching as you squirm. Navia gasps and then squeals, leaning all her weight on you to press herself flush against you.

Her mind goes white hot, eyes rolling into the back of her head as her swollen clit spasms and squirts onto you, and you tremble at the feeling.

Warm liquid from her cunt spurts onto you, a force so powerful it sprays onto your abdomen and has you writhing against her when its warmth leaks down to your balls.

You shriek at the borderline painful sensation, overstimulation biting at you.

Navia whines and moans, humping you greedily while you cry out, and she shushed you adoringly. Peppering your face and shoulders in featherlight kisses, she whispers needy praise into your ear to help you cope.

Her hair is a mess, face flushed red and glossy with sex caused sweat, eyes fluttering to watch you in utter reverie. To have brought her sweet creator to ecstasy, a being so kind and considerate to bestow upon her the very same orgasmic bliss--oh, how she loves you so.

Oh gods... You think to yourself dazedly, drooling face down onto the blanket placed beneath you thoughtfully, I'm going to die this way...

You release a delirious whine, fabric bunching in your white knuckled fists as your asshole flutters, oozing with slick. You hear a p-twah! before a hot lop of spit hits your ass, dripping down to meet your heavy balls.

A rough finger mixes it in with your lewd honey, an impatient growl ringing from behind you. You gasp when it's suddenly shoved inside you, hearing the sloppy echo of your open arse bellowing for something thicker.

"S-Slow! Itto--slower..!"

Your pleas are heeded, and the oni slows his ministations. He whines apologetically, mind too foggy with lust and need to form a coherent sentence in response.

He's wrung orgasm out of orgasm out of you (some even unintentional) to get you all nice and ready for him; and while your body has now been adequately prepped, you can't help but feel exhausted.

You can barely think straight and yet he continues, grabbing your buttcheeks and pulling them apart to spy the wet tip of your cock twitching for him, untouched.

Itto's chest rumbles and he dips his head between the back of your thighs to suck at it, and you flinch, whimpering. Mercifully, he only slobbers over your cock head a bit more before licking into your wide, puckering hole.

He makes sure it's all nice and wet for him before bending over you. His form drawfs yours, and you shudder at the feeling of his member on your lower back. Itto huffs a warm breath beside your ear, nipping at your love-bite ridden neck adoringly.

One of his hands move to encase yours with a gentle squeeze, and it's then that you untense, feeling reassurred from his silent comfort.

He's uncharicteristically quiet, only his breaths reaching your ears--that is until his fat mushrom tip prods at the ring of your gaping entrance.

Itto groans loudly, voice reverberating through the empty woods as he starts to slip his cock into you. It's easy, thanks to all of his preparations.

Despite his innate greed to take and devour, he's been nothing but careful and loving, if not a bit rough around the edges.

Inch by thick, painsaking inch, he fills you up. He moans, panting desperately, and you can feel his abdomen clenching and unlenching and his arms shaking as he restrains himself.

For a man so awfully impulsive, he has incredible self restraint regarding you.

"Mmf... oh~.. I-Itto, ah~..." You puff and whimper, wriggling back against him. He's yet to move, but you can feel him in your guts, and your eyes roll into the back of your head.

Fuck, he's so big.

Fingered and tongue fucked out of your sane mind, you grind back against him needily, slowly helping him hump you as you grow greedy and desperate for more from him.

It's then that he begins to lose that restrain, gritting his teeth and whimpering as his hips begin to move on their own. The coarse brush on his pelvis grinds against your arse deliciously, and his body moves in rough waves against yours.

Before you can even fathom it, his cock is pistoning in and out of you at a monsterous pace; Itto growling possessively over your head. His sharp nails pierce the fabric of the blanket from the intensity of his grasp, but the hand that holds yours remains ever gentle, although firm.

Warm slick glistens on his abdomen and on your butt and thighs, plap, plap, plaping in tendem with his hard thrusts in and out, and in and out of your gushing arse.

The uncomfortable yet delightful sting of overstimulation begins to prick at you, and you start to squirm away from him.

"Don't- shit! Fucking move," Itto hisses, and you shriek at a particularly harsh thrust, "tryna run-nngh! From me, hah.. a-argh..!"

He lowers onto his elbows, weight pressing you in place and restricting you further. You start to babble deliriously, broken little please's and ah! ah! ah!'s escaping you, and he laughs gruffly.

His chest rumbles against your back, and his moans almost ring louder than yours as he too starts to ramble. Anything and everything leaves his lips all at once, growls and whines, begging for the hot fleshy walls of your arse to give him some goddamn mercy and stop squeezing him so fuckin' tight-

And then his hips begin to stutter, and his throat closes into a broken, pitchy groan as he reaches his peak. You gasp out and shake under him, overstimulation rendering you useless as your hole clenches and starts fucking milking him for all he's worth.

"C-Cum..-cum, ah! Cumming! Cumming..!"

Itto roars as he plunges into you, chest heaving and his stomach clenching as he empties himself inside you. He lets out a loud, breathy moan at the feeling of his spend leaking past his fat cock to drip down where your sore cheeks meet his sack.

And you shudder and mouth a silent squeal as your penis spasms and convulses, an orgasm near empty and dry wrecking you.

You don't think you have anymore in you.

Though you're not given much time to think before the swell of his oni cock distracts you, and then Itto latches onto your hips and starts thrusting again.

After a long few weeks of reviewing reports regarding the new trading triad between Sumeru, Fontain, and Inazuma, and meeting face to face with a vast number of Teyvat residents, some of the girls decided to steal you away for a well deserved break.

You respectfully declined at first, sweatdropping at the approach of all these pretty women fawning over you for doing the bare minimum.

But then some of the men tried to snatch you up and they weren't having that, so with the girls you went!

You feel flustered and shy as they pamper you, cooing and giggling as they chatter and relax. You head to a nature based onsen where they make the effort to stock up on all your favourite fresh fruits and sneaky sugary snacks, along with something savory to give you some variety.

You bow your head gratefully as they don't let you lift a finger, each at your beck and call--though you never do actually ask for anything.

The entire establishment was closed and privatised just for you, with only a few staff around to assist you should you need.

During the mid-morning, Ningguang and Ganyu coax you to undress yourself into your undergarments where they then lather you in exotic oils which they gently massage into your skin.

Your neck tingles with a bashful warmth as their lithe fingers expertly dig into the knots and aches of your joints.

Keqing and Yun Jin join you soon after, and you're lain onto your front so they can massage the rest of your body, Yun Jin humming an ethereal melody that helps you relax.

With her singing melting you, the other three get to work on caressing and squeezing you accordingly. Apprehensive at first, with these gorgeous women whom really you should be worshipping, you're quick to grow lax at their touch.

The experience becomes all the more worthwhile when Ningguang gently taps your shiny rear before slipping down your underwear to sink a well manicured finger between your cheeks.

When you tense in embarrassment and start spurting needless apologies for your state of being, they hush you gently and urge you to relax again. You can't help but whimper when her finger slips into you, rubbing against your hot gummy walls teasingly.

The more slick secreted by the oils gives her insentive to slide in another finger, and it's not long before you're panting into your arms and struggling to retain composure.

Ganyu leans down to murmur into your ear comfortingly, unknowingly sending sensual shivers down your spine as she rests a gentle hand on your nape. Keqing remains quiet with a rosy red blush across her face as she gropes at the softness of your waist.

When they notice you quivering they help you to turn and lay on your back before continuing their ministrations.

Yun Jin's voice becomes more sensual as she sings, and you feel your body get hotter and hotter. You whine when Ganyu and Keqing take a hand each, pinning them to your sides while their free hands feel you up to their utmost desires.

Ningguang's fingers gently thrust in and out of you, a naughty squelching sound mingling in the air with Yun Jin's song. You arch your back with a gasp when Ningguang prods at the sensitive spot inside you, and you let out a wanton moan when she starts abusing it.

You can't help but squirm at the overwhelming sensation, though Ganyu whispers timid sweet nothings into your ear while Keqing catches your lips with hers.

Mouth occupied in a passionate kiss, you let out a long breath through your nose, moaning against her as your hips rise and buck your hardened cock against nothing but air.

Your orgasm washes over you in a gentle, serene wave and you grow lax immediately thereafter. Your lips separate with a light, wet smack and you hum dazedly at the thick fluid leaking out of your weeping cock slit and onto your belly.

Thoroughly relaxed and well oiled, they giggle and smile lovingly as they clean you up. Keqing helps you sit up and sip at a glass of cold water while Ningguang slips her fingers out of your tender hole. She chuckles amusedly at your fluster.

Ganyu blushes as she runs a warm damp cloth over your stomach to freshen you up, thanking you softly for letting her treat you to such an experience. Yun Jin sneaks in a daring kiss when you scounge up your courage to compliment her song.

You're treated to lunch afterwards, catered by Cadance, Nilou, and Layla. Deyha has you sat right on her lap facing a performance stage decorated with sheer banners, fairy lights and lanterns.

As you eat, Nilou dances enchantingly on centre stage. You positively beam at her, clapping and perking up while she giggles with a giddy blush at such a joyful reaction.

Deyha snickers at you, bouncing her thighs up and down lightly until you end up straddling one with a stammer. Cadance scolds her lightly as she presses it up against your core and you crumble.

Cadance speaks to you gently, apologising for her friend's crassness before feeding you, ensuring that you're well fed.

After a delightfully filling meal, you find yourself leant back against Layla, who's face burns bright at the intimacy, while Cadance sucks you off between your legs with Deyha biting and kissing all over your chest.

You're forced to keep watching Nilou's enticing dance while your soul is sucked through your swollen cock, and you cry out at the feeling of Cadance tonguing your balls while Dehya bites at your nips.

You can hear Layla panting softly, trying her best to stay silent and keep her composure, though you feel her subtly grinding against your back.

Your peak hits you a little harder this time; the biting and aggressive kisses across your chest have you squirming as is, but the combination of that stimulation in addition to your raw cock being devoured has you writhing.

You try running from the tongue swirling around your sensitive tip and the lips that oh so adoringly suck at your weeping slit, only to be yanked right back with a stinging slap to your twitching penis.

You shriek, curling in on yourself from the impact. Cadance only tuts disappointedly, hushing you gingerly before plunging your cock all the way back in her throat like it belongs there. Your eyelids flutter and you almost find yourself drooling.

It's not long before your inhibitions leave you and you're humping her face needily, Deyha laughing at the switch up.

In the early afternoon, some of the Inazuman girls spoil you with a long self care session, exfoliating your skin with body scrubs and treating yourselves with a bunch of expensive (and sometimes unnecessary) products.

You laze around with them for a few hours to let it all soak in, feeling vibrant and refreshed.

Before unwinding in the hot springs, you rinse yourself of the day's antics, including all the flowery smelling body scrubs and the tea tree and red bean face masks.

Approaching the onsen, you feel nervous at first, tense and clothed in nothing but a short towel to rest in the steaming waters. Then, these gorgeous women surround you with friendly smiles, some with a light blush, and continue to talk and chitter and pamper you so.

Yoimiya sits perched up behind you out on the stone of the onsen, continuing to chat casually with Ayaka and Kiara while playing with your hair.

Kokomi leans into you on your left, retaining a respectful but tantalizing distance as she coaxes a ginger conversation out of you with Shinobou.

Before long, you're bouncing up and down on one of the water tendril's Kokomi manipulates with Ayaka sat on your lap to keep you pinned. Your towel has been long forgotten, discarded in a sad wet scrap somewhere outside the hot pool of water. With your head thrown back onto Yoimiya's plush lap, your tongue lolls out of your mouth, huffing and puffing and whining with every thrust of the thick watery tendril.

Shinobou reaches a skilled hand between Ayaka's body and your front, bracketing your needy cock within her fist and squeezing, sending a delightful shock of electric pleasure up your spine.

Your asshole squelches under the water, leaking a thick fluid that floats to the surface.

Kiara mewls, a tight hold on your right arm plants your hand between her soft thighs, the back of your palm grazing her plush folds, and your eyes roll back as she pleads.

You flip your hand over, and as she humps your fingers greedily; you positively sob when another tendril prods at your tight rim. Kokomi hushes you sweetly, cooing reassurances while Ayaka busies herself with your nipples to hide her emarrassed face from view.

You cry as the tendril slips in, getting thicker and thicker, gradually stretching your aching ass until it can thrust in and out comfortably.

You can feel your heart palpitate, both frightened and excited at the strange new sensation. Your brows furrow, mouth dropping in an ungraceful 'O' as you moan and grunt lewdly.

Your evident pleasure and blissful state of mind has the girls giggling, pleased with their work.

A violent tingle races up your spine and you straighten reflexively, both tendrils picking up their pace, ripping and splashing the water in the onsen. You feel the painful urge to release with every icy pulse of your cock, ass raw and clenching while your hips buck and grind.

Fuck, do you feel good.

Fingers covered in Kiara's slick as her puffy cunny humps itself on your hand, and with Ayaka nipping and sucking your tender nipples while Shinobou fists your shaft--the stimulation has you ascending.

And as your hips gyrate, throbbing asshole squeezing and convulsing while a white hot fire runs through your veins, a long, sputtering squirt from your body stimulates a piercing pleasure stabbing your swollen cock head.

And you shriek.

You must just be a slut, that's it.

How else in this goddamned universe would you end up riding Mondstadt's otherwise untouchable Master Diluc in the privacy of one of his VIP wine tasting rooms.

Surely, there had to be something in the wine--a drug, an aphrodisiac--something that would insight his sudden interest in you.

Interest is putting it lightly.

Dilus has always been kind to you; ever the aloof gentleman, adressing you with the utmost respect, keeping a respectable distance and only ever touching you when warranted, such as when he's leading you around his winery or tucking in your chair at meal times when he's accompanying you.

The most outward affection he's ever shown is a chaste kiss on the back of your hand while he takes a knee in front of your throne.

You can't quite recall how this has escalated.

Just this morning, Mondstadt's most eligible bachelor had invited you to his estate to sample his most recent wine production in preparation of the City of Freedom's most famous spring celebration--the Windblume festival.

After a leisurely tour through the vineyard and a conversation surrounding the winery's preparations, Diluc had led you to one of the wine tasting ensuites.

There, you had sampled various wines and non-alcoholic fruit concoctions with a complimentary charcuterie board.

Everything you sampled was a delight to your palette, except for one glass which was too sour for your liking--though you could see it's appeal to other potential enjoyers.

Diluc's expression throughout has been carefully passive, aside from the light pink permanently staining his cheeks in your presence. He'd taken in each of your reviews ever so intently, stoic in all his ways.

And then you had thanked him so sincerely for the experience, being one of the few to aid him behind the scenes, and even more so for being his only guest to taste the first fruitions of his hard work.

You're not too sure how you did it, but now you're here, staggering breaths heaving from Diluc's chest while you grind against the cloth covering his muscled thigh.

Your face is hidden in the crook of his neck, embarrassment consuming you while he murmurs hushed assurances under his breath.

You cuss quietly when he bounces his leg, humping him greedily while your heartbeat syncs with the pulsing of your cock..

"Please, my beloved," Diluc huffs quietly, nose brushing the shell of your ear, "feel good for me, hm?"

His words are breathy, needy. He's asking you, pleading, to allow him to give you pleasure.

Diluc has always intimidated you. Even when you first arrived in this world, you've always seen him as someone out of your reach. Of course, you've thought that about all of genshin's characters, escpecially when they became a part of your reality.

But Diluc, Master Diluc, has always seemed untouchable; in his stoicism and reserved nature, he's fiercly independent and hard-working, though you know he has a tender heart.

He slips his fingers past your loose spring clothes, touching over your skin until he reaches your weeping shaft, and he moans softly at the feel of it.

Quiet in his worship of you, you had though the extent of his reverence was purely duty--though now, he's certainly proved otherwise.

"That's it," He beathes into your ear, "just like that..."

With every light squeeze of his fingers, you grow slicker and hotter, your pre-cum leaking onto his hand and staining your clothes.

Before you know it, you're humping his hand like you're in heat, panting and licking his neck for some semblence of control over yourself.

He huffs softly with every move, as though feeling your pleasure too, and you cry out abruptly when he swipes his fingers over your swollen tip, calloused fingertips digging into that sensitive textured flesh that has you writhing.

You forgo containing your moans, crying out shamelessly when he latches onto that sweet spot again and again and again.

You can feel his hardness growing against you, keening as the heel of his palm rubs against the underside of your cock just right, and you cum right then and there.

Diluc's breath hitches in his throat at the feeling of your throbbing member twitching erratically between his thick fingers, and he swallows, imagining how much more intense you would feel on his cock.

"M-My beloved," He whispers lowly, stuttering in an attempt to compose himself.

Archons, get yourself together! He's acting like a dog in heat when all he should really be doing is lapping at every drop that leaks from you and onto the floor, never wasting a single drop and behaving as he truly should.

He is beneath you, he exists for you.

But you're so kind, and so so so so much more than he could have ever expected in person. So much sweeter, so much more attractive, so much better than he could have ever pictured.

And you indulge him.

You accept him as he is. With every prayer he prays, with every silent wish he wishes, you provide, and you love him as he is.

Unconditionally.

Before long, you're both stripped bare to one another, positioned against the plush arm chair in the wineyard ensuite, panting into each other's mouths as you both move in abandon.

The air fills with a disgusting, frantic squelch and skin slapping against skin, the scent of sex overwhelming and thick.

Diluc's heavy cock plaps in and out of you, his fat tip dragging against your fleshy walls so deliciously. You bounce in front of him with every desperate thrust, his arms latched tightly around your waist and locking behind your lower back, keeping you tethered to him.

Sweat glistens across his broad shoulders enticingly, and you whimper longingly at the sight of him. His ruby eyes watch you intently, adoringly, his lips parted in awe of everything you're giving him.

Your expressions, your sounds, your motions, how you feel on him--fuck, he can't take it.

"Please-" slap, plap, squelch, plap, "p-please, I--you do th-this to me, you feel so good..! I, ah..~!"

You squeal, needy hole gripping him in a vice, and he has to clench his eyes shut and grit his teeth to stop himself from filling you then and there.

How disrespectful it would be, for him to release inside of you; to fill you up with his hot, creamy seed in abundance, and to watch it seep out of your buldging, plugged up ass, foaming white at the base of his veiny shaft as you squirm and whine and beg for him to do it again and again and again--

You scream as the restraint inside you snaps, body twitching as your aching cock convulses and spasms while you cum.

Hot, hot, hot--something warm and thick spurts inside you, and you gasp, drooling at the filthy sensation. Your breathing sputters when the feeling doesn't stop, and it keeps filling you and filling you.

It fills you all the way up until your lower belly buldges, and your eyes roll into the back of your head when Diluc gently presses his hand against it, and you feel the very same warm thickness struggle to leak past your entrance and down your thigh.

Master Diluc's face is flushed red, brows furrowed in exertion while his hair sticks to his sweaty skin.

Suddenly you feel awfully parched, and you can't help but dazedly eye a salty droplet streaking its way down his throat.

This desire is overwheming, however, now you think you understand what they mean.

Though you still get embarrassed, and sometimes you can't help but shy away, you're a lot more receptive to their advances.

They've said nothing but the truth, and have shown you nothing except pure, euphoric bliss.

So you figure it won't hurt you to fall into their arms, allowing yourself to be oh so loved and cared for. And of course, you give everything that you yourself could offer in return.

After all, such love and pleasure is truly, their honour to be had.