sunflw3rbouquet

[sunflw3rbouquet]

personal style

aomine x male reader

note: lwk trophy boyfriend!reader, reader dresses kind of fem, ooc daiki, reader has a skinnier body type tw: pervert aomine, suggestive implication, kissing, mild making out, shittalking, insults that come from a place of misogyny (trophy!bf), cursing, personal image issues!

…sun✰ first request!! ty anon! sorry it took so long :(

request:

it was a miracle that daiki even attended practice for once. 

to be fair, it took a lot of coercing from y/n (multiple minutes of kissing at his house, in the car, and right outside the gym) for him to even consider showing up. even after that, daiki still dragged his feet when he entered the gym, trying to make the time before he entered and left his boyfriend behind longer. eventually he showed up to practice, his teammates surprised, only until they saw y/n walking behind daiki. the two said their goodbyes, daiki taking his time peppering kisses over y/n’s face, only stopping when y/n pushed him away playfully to start practicing.

it had been a little over two hours since daiki had been dropped off, y/n returning to touou to pick his boyfriend up. he knocked on the door with a to be met with momoi, who was busy cleaning up around the gym before closing. 

“ah, l/n-kun! it’s nice to see you. are you here for dai-chan?” momoi asked with a smile. her hands were filled with a random assortment of objects, y/n making out a basketball and a pair of dumbbells in the chaos. 

“mhm, you know me so well.” y/n responded, momoi beckoning him inside with her one free hand. “it’s been so long since i’ve gotten to see you.” y/n exclaimed, momoi cheerfully agreeing. the two chatted as they entered the gym, their animated words bouncing off the walls as they entered the main court.

”i think dai-chan should be done by now.” momoi thought. y/n nodded to her words, adjusting his yellow sweater, the fabric clinging to his upper body. his jeans highlighted his waist, completing the outfit that he had picked out for himself. “oh, there he is.” momoi continued, eyes locked on daiki as he exited the locker room.

daiki was always radiant on the court. it was obvious, it’s why he fit so naturally there, walking around like he owned the place. “y/n.” he spoke loudly, his shoes treading ground as he met y/n by the water fountains, a smile on his lips as he wrapped his arms around his boyfriend.

”hi, how was practice?” y/n asked, rubbing daiki’s hair with a bright smile. daiki’s hands rubbed y/n’s waist, his eyes glimmering, even though he was subjected to the torture of going to practice.

”it was fine.” daiki complained, his right thumb and index finger pinching together to feel the cotton of the sweater his boyfriend wore. “missed you and your pretty face.” y/n smiled softly, his eyes catching on daiki’s other teammates walking around. imayoshi made eye contact with the couple, wakamatsu talking animatedly. 

“i mean, look at him. he’s like- so gorgeous. i would date him too.” wakamatsu rapidly spoke, imayoshi nodding along to his statements.

”honestly, no wonder daiki is in love with him” imayoshi agreed, the two exiting the gym. y/n’s hands clenched around daiki’s shoulders, his eyes going back to daiki, who seemingly hadn’t heard a thing, too busy sticking his face into y/n’s neck.

”daiki, let’s go home.” y/n spoke, pressing a kiss to the side of daiki’s face. 

“your place?” daiki asked, his voice vibrating in the crook of his neck. y/n’s stomach turned, his face slowly heating up at daiki’s affection.

”yeah, of course.” y/n replied, daiki standing up from his place in y/n’s arms, removing y/n’s arms from his shoulders to connect their hands.

”let’s go then.” daiki responded. letting out a sigh, y/n let himself walk with him, quickly shaking the uncomfortable feeling as they walked out. y/n leaned into daiki’s touch, taking a deep breath in and letting it back out.

daiki made it all better. he fixed all of y/n’s fears. and it was obvious that daiki loved him for him. there was no reason he agreed with the stuff his teammates said. y/n was overreacting.

daiki didn’t understand why y/n still showed up for every game. it was obvious that daiki, and in turn touou, was going to win everytime. so why did y/n feel the need to show up and cheer for him?

“i know you’re going to win, baby.” y/n smiled, kissing daiki on the cheek. the two stood in an empty hallway of the arena’s locker room area, a smile gracing y/n’s lips as he looked at the man he loved. “doesn’t change the fact that i want to support you. i care so much about you and i want you to know that.” daiki rolled his eyes, his arms wrapped around y/n’s waist, jacket fitting snug on his body to keep him warm before his game started. 

“i know that’s what you want. you’re really pretty right now. is this my gift for winning this game?” the corners of daiki’s lips were turned into a smile, mouth pressed against y/n’s neck. he kissed the exposed skin of his boyfriend’s neck, the feeling warm and buzzing against his mouth. “mhm this is a pretty nice gift.” he replied to the affection, pulling away to look at y/n’s outfit once more. 

a pair of old jeans shorts were on the lower half of his body, hugging his thighs so gracefully it almost mirrored how daiki worshipped the same place. on top was a lakers shirt daiki had bought for y/n, y/n cropping the shirt and making it more taking in the sides. his necklace was one daiki had given him for their anniversary, resting against his collarbone. “daiki, you need to be patient. i promise, we can hang out after your game. it’s not like you’re going to struggle to beat them anyway.” y/n’s hands rubbed daiki’s shoulders, daiki’s eyes shaking and waking him up from his trance. 

daiki sighed loudly, letting himself lean into the touch. “whatever ya want.” the two stood next to each other for a moment, daiki admiring the man in front of him. right before he opened his mouth, the sound of someone running down the hallways distracted him, daiki turning his head to be met with satsuki’s face. “ah, satsuki.” he spoke, y/n stepping away from daiki with a soft smile.

“you need to go! your game is starting!” satsuki spoke loudly, daiki rolling his eyes.

“i’m coming, give me a second will ya?” daiki responded, turning away from his friend to kiss y/n. his arms wrapped tightly around his boyfriend, his tongue peeking out to lick y/n’s lips gently, tasting the strawberry chapstick the man had put on. y/n ran his hands through daiki’s short hair, pulling away when his breath began to fail him and his lungs. “alright, bye, i’ll see you later.” daiki spoke in a hurry, leaving with satsuki to the courts against his will. 

y/n made his way to his seats, settling into the front row of the stadium with a smile on his face. the game was already almost in it’s second quarter, touou leading against whatever school was unlucky enough to face them. scanning the court, y/n’s eyes instinctively locked onto daiki, his stomach turning. no matter how much he loved the man, he truly hated how he looked while playing basketball.

it was true that there was some point in time he enjoyed watching the man play in games, back when he carried a bright smile and ran around with joy. nowadays, daiki played with a frown, destroying his opponents without a second thought. daiki was also extremely uptight after games, his unsatisfied thoughts haunting him and requiring him to be held by his boyfriend for long hours into the night.

the game was definitely over by the third quarter, and y/n wasn’t entirely sure why the referees wouldn’t just call it. the team they were going against was almost 60 points behind them, and with a little over 15 minutes left, there wasn’t much hope for them. y/n let out a soft sigh, readjusting his shoulders to relieve some of the stiffness in the area. 

“hey, isn’t that the guy that touou’s ace always hangs around?” the voice in the crowd speaking about him reached y/n’s ear, a look of confusion on his face.

“yeah, i heard they’re dating. it’s sad, really. he doesn’t even look like he knows anything about basketball.” another voice responded, y/n’s eyes widening. he felt his chest clench at the words, his eyes blinking rapidly. did people really know him? did they actually see him as that? 

“typically trophy boyfriend. just sitting there to look pretty hanging off of aomine’s arm. he probably doesn’t even like him.” the first voice concluded, two sighs echoing through y/n’s ears as he sat shell-shocked. do people really think these things? and if they do, why the hell would they say stuff like that out loud? the conversation’s y/n had overhead at daiki’s practice rushed back to him and mixed with the current moment, bringing a wave of nausea over him. was this really all that he was seen as? some cute guy that daiki kept around to show off with no personal value? 

y/n swallowed, checking the clock with a frown. 4th quarter, 3 minutes remaining. any remaining will to watch the game left him as he saw the time, y/n grabbing his bag and standing up. adjusting his top, he looked towards where the voices were coming from, making eye contact with two college aged guys who shrinked when caught. y/n shook his head, disappointed. he slowly made his way down the stadium stairs, going back to where the players would meet.

outside of the locker rooms, he waited for daiki’s return. he continued to hold a soft frown, the outfit he was wearing that once brought him confidence now making him want to hide. he tugged his shirt down, looking up as he saw daiki’s aloof expression as he opened the door to the locker room. “oh, babe. you’re here already.” he spoke, y/n forcing a smile onto his lips.

“yeah, just wanted to get out of here so we could spend more time together at my place.” he spoke, the rest of his teammates entering in the locker room, giving spare looks towards y/n, their gazes going up and down. “come on, get your stuff.” daiki smiled softly, entering the locker room. y/n assumed he grabbed his stuff and left without listening to a single thing his coach said, due to the fact that he came out of the locker room within the next minute.

daiki extended his hand towards y/n with a smile. “let’s go. i want to spend more time with you.” y/n’s uneasiness washed away in daiki’s presence, a smile easing itself onto y/n’s lips to match daiki. they soon exited the stadium, hands swinging back and forth. “is your mom home? i’ve been craving her cooking.” laughter escaped y/n’s lips at the ask, the familiarity of the situation washing over him.

“of course, daiki.” daiki smiled happily, allowing y/n to rest his head on daiki’s shoulder. it was no shock daiki loved him. it was obvious. he shouldn’t let the things people say worry him.

right?

daiki was incredibly warm. it was like he was a heater with how he was constantly producing heat and warmth, no matter what. 

his short hair was soaked, y/n’s hands covered in a dew-like layer as he stroked daiki’s head gently. the couple was curled up in y/n’s bed, daiki’s head resting on y/n’s arm that laid on the pillow. daiki’s face nuzzled into the warm skin of y/n’s bicep, leaning into the touch like a purring tomcat. compliments bubbled at the front of y/n’s lips, but he kept them shut to not ruin the atmosphere. both of their stomachs were filled with delicious dinner that y/n’s mom had made, and daiki had taken a warm shower. daiki looked so comfortable, and it made him even more beautiful.

“so pretty.” y/n whispered, leaning closer to press a gentle kiss to daiki’s tan forehead. the boy’s eyes closed in content, opening a few seconds after y/n pulled away. 

“that’s all you, babe.” daiki responded, his hand sneaking under y/n’s hoodie and rubbing y/n’s waist. y/n chuckled softly, eyes closing in response to daiki’s touch. daiki’s fingers traced the skin on y/n’s stomach and chest, allowing himself to get lost in the feeling of y/n’s presence. “hey, can we talk about something?” even with daiki’s touch relaxing him, y/n’s eyes shot open. was daiki about to confirm his worst fears?

“sure, daiki.” y/n whispered, pupils shaking as he tried to quell his fear. daiki moved his arms, wrapping them both securely around y/n’s waist. 

“i’m not trying to worry you, but i noticed you were frowning after the game. are you okay?” daiki’s voice, screw daiki’s caring, comforting voice. screw how daiki peppered kisses along y/n’s shoulder, trying to coax the words out of him. it wasn’t fair how daiki loved him and cared for him so intensely.

“um.” y/n begins, taking a deep breath, no matter how much his lungs protested. “some guys were saying stuff during your game about me. they were calling me a trophy boyfriend, and kept saying how you only kept me around because i’m pretty.” daiki’s expression shifted, his jaw locking as y/n continued to talk. “and i know your team doesn’t mean any harm, but they always talk about how ‘pretty’ i am, and i always catch them looking at me. i mean, i know i’m pretty, but i’m a person too.” daiki’s fingers clenched for a moment, his short nails barely scratching at the skin of y/n’s back.

“y/n…” he started, y/n cutting him off unintentionally. 

“i know, you love me. i think it’s only because i dress like this. more feminine than masculine, sometimes painting my nails or doing light makeup. it’s that, isn’t it? but i don’t want to stop being me because of what they say to us.” y/n stopped speaking, exhaling the remaining breath he had. daiki looked at him, his frown still on his lips. 

“i don’t know why people would say that to you.” he spoke, voice quiet as he brought y/n to his chest. “you’re so much to me, you’ve never just been something to keep around because you’re pretty. you’re my boyfriend. i don’t want you to stop being you, the guy i fell in love with, because of someone else, ya know?” he smiled softly, rubbing y/n’s hair with a gentle touch. “plus, i’ll tell my teammates to fuck off. they need to treat you better. i need to treat you better.” 

laughter resonated through y/n’s room, y/n’s eyes lighting up. “thank you, daiki. i really needed that.” daiki smiled, joining y/n in his laughter. y/n had never really realized how accurate daiki was when he called himself a light. sure, he always knew it, but right now, with daiki’s bright smile that showed his teeth and his laughter ringing with y/n’s, y/n was sure of it. quelling his giggles, he kissed daiki’s jaw, allowing his skin to trail across the top of his neck, to his adams apple, then down to his collarbone. “i love you, daiki.”

daiki became quiet quickly, shifting their positions so he hovered over y/n. “i love you too, babe. always.” his words lowered as their lips approached one another, breaths intertwining in a familiar hug. daiki’s hands were now next to y/n’s head, holding himself up for a few moments. y/n sighed softly, hair splayed across his pillow as he waited for daiki to move. sensing his boyfriend’s impatience, daiki connected their lips, allowing himself to sink into the feeling.

this was where they both belonged, in each other’s arms with their lips tangled together.

the sun shined through y/n’s room, the sun warming up the bed that daiki laid on as y/n dug through his closet.

“i think i hate all my clothes. i can’t find anything good for our date.” y/n exclaimed, daiki lifting his head up from its spot on the bed. his eyes were barely open, trailing the figure of his boyfriend in his hoodie and boxers. he had fallen asleep after their lunch, y/n watching a show next to him before they decided to leave for their date.

“y’look fine as you are…” daiki sighed, his hand spreading out on the bed as he stretched like a cat, his eyes closing momentarily before shooting open once more. “are those my boxers?” he asked, his smile growing smug as y/n turned around with a deadpan expression.

“you’re a pervert. a pervert!” y/n said, throwing a jacket at the man to cover his eyes as he sighed loudly. instead of focusing on the blue haired man, y/n turned his attention to his overflowing closet, looking through baby blue sweaters and undershirts in a wide array of colors. “i seriously don’t have anything that i want to wear.” his voice was filled with annoyance, daiki sitting up.

“either pick something or wear nothing! i won’t be complaining either way.” he proclaimed, y/n’s eyebrow twitching ever so slightly. daiki lazily pulled himself up, slinging an arm around y/n’s shoulders as he sifted through the hangers, trying to assist his boyfriend. he squeezed the boy’s shoulder gently, his eyes trying to find pieces that either caught his eye or would make y/n even more beautiful (if that was even possible). “you’ll find something, gorgeous.” daiki’s words were gentle, his lips hastily pecking his cheek, with a speed so characteristically him. after the brief kiss, his gaze shifted towards a box that was tucked away on the closet floor. it resembled the other packages daiki had opened with y/n, filled to the brim with clothes or other items for either him or daiki. he stuck his hand out, pointing towards the box so y/n knew what he was silently reacting to.

“i’m not telling you.” y/n quickly responded, his face heating up in embarrassment. was it really that bad? daiki sat down, pulling the box out and tugging on y/n’s hoodie sleeve to get his attention. “huh- daiki! don’t open it!” of course he didn’t listen.

inside the box was a pair of skirts, one black and one white. daiki’s jaw hung slightly open, his shocked expression as reached his hand inside, y/n swatting it away. “when did you buy these? i thought you didn’t wear skirts?” daiki asked, his words almost judgemental, but his words gentle and kind.

y/n let out noises of confusion as he looked at daiki like a fish, his mouth gaped. “i-i thought i would try them. they looked cute. i just don’t really have the confidence to wear them.” daiki’s hand reached out to grab y/n’s as he heard the man stutter, his smile growing softly. 

“do you want to try them?” he wasn’t prying, or forcing. y/n’s nervous anxiety quelled at the almost gentle tone that hugged the words. his hands were laced together, fingers rubbing knuckles as he decided what to do. without speaking, he reached for the cardboard box and took it into his hands, y/n’s smile returning to his face.

“white skirt or black skirt?” y/n asked, his eyes locked on daiki’s. daiki hummed, eyes gravitating towards the black fabric. noticing the shift, y/n picked up the black skirt and sighed. “look away while i change, okay?” daiki nodded, y/n turning around so his back was facing his boyfriend. he only peeked once, well maybe twice. he actually had his eyes open behind his fingers the entire time, watching y/n change. nobody was perfect!

turning around, y/n sighed softly. “you ruined the surprise for yourself. take a look! do you like it?” daiki’s eyes lit up as he saw his boyfriend, a smile creeping onto his lips. the black skirt landed on the middle of y/n’s thighs, highlighting the skin that rested underneath. he wore a navy touou shirt, one that daiki had brought over with the excuse that “he needed extra clothes to sleep over” even though they both knew y/n would end up wearing it. how was he so lucky? how could he, of all people, get to date this beautiful man.

“you look amazing, darling. i think you made a good choice with this skirt. you’re just so… woah.” daiki’s hands opened and closed, wanting to reach out to hold him, just for a little while. y/n let out a sigh, fixing his bangs before going over to his mirror, a frown threading through his lips. he stared for a few moments longer, before turning around to face daiki.

“i- i don’t like it.” y/n spoke quickly, his eyes looking anywhere but into daiki’s. daiki tilted his head, confused, waiting for y/n to elaborate. “it’s cute, i think it’s cute. but it’s not me, and i feel really uncomfortable and i want to take it off.” y/n almost whispered, daiki standing up to envelop the boy in a tight hug.

“i understand. let’s go take this off, hm?” daiki said, the words slipping off his tongue providing comfort, hands gently rubbing y/n’s back. y/n nodded, already unzipping the side of the skirt before daiki could say anything. daiki helped y/n slip it down his legs, his touch lingering a second too long at his thighs. “i love you, you know that, right?” daiki asked, his tone absent of any standard toughness. 

“i know, daiki. i love you too.” y/n’s lips curved into a smile as he met daiki’s affectionate gaze, trying to unravel any emotions he could see breaking through his pupils. “i think i’m going to wear jeans and that sweater i got for my birthday.” he spoke, eyes widening as he felt daiki’s fingers move to caress y/n’s lips. daiki’s eyes were focused, the tip of his thumb cleaning the edge of his mouth. 

“you’ll look amazing, like always.” daiki smiled, kissing y/n’s nose with a smile. y/n closed his eyes for only a moment before pulling away and grabbing a pair of baggy blue jeans and a baby blue sweater, quickly sliding both pieces on his body. his stomach poked through the end of the sweater, his baggy jeans sliding down his hips. the waistband of daiki’s boxers contrasted with the denim fabric, somehow perfectly matching y/n’s sweater. daiki’s eyes trailed y/n’s figure, a smile growing on his lips. “damn… ya really do look nice in anything.” y/n gave his boyfriend a knowing look, daiki quickly shutting his mouth and readjusting his jaw. “right, let’s get going.” he finished, hand finding its place at y/n’s back as they walked towards the front door of their apartment.

their dates were never extravagant.

it made sense. the couple was two teenagers, so there wasn’t much they could do besides take advantage of the cheaper attractions tokyo had to offer. 

daiki and y/n sat side by side in the convenience store, daiki mixing y/n’s microwave jjajjangmyeon. a soft smile rested on his lips, y/n leaning into his side. y/n opened his container of chocolate milk, taking a sip as he watched daiki give him the mixed bowl. 

“thanks.” y/n spoke, his expression mirroring the one of the boy across from. daiki nodded, now mixing his own meal. “you’re really spoiling me with this dinner.”

putting his chopsticks down in his bowl, daiki turned his gaze to face y/n. his hand reached for y/n’s, taking it in his. daiki’s fingers traced the veins and outlines of y/n’s right hand. “only the best for my love.” daiki replied, his smile fading the tiniest bit. “i’m sorry i didn’t notice the things people said about you.”  his face was tinged in guilt, y/n’s heart clenching at the sight.

”you didn’t know, daiki. you’re dense, and it’s fine. i know you’ll stick up for me in the future.” y/n responded. at the words, daiki’s smile reappeared. he brought y/n’s hand to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to the skin. y/n felt his face heat up, his free hand rubbing daiki’s arm. “you’re pretty cute yourself.” daiki rolled his eyes at the comment, dropping y/n’s hands and digging in to his meal. turning away from his boyfriend, y/n began eating his own meal, the smile on his lips not dropping.

the two quickly finished their meals, daiki throwing away their trash while y/n looked around in the freezers for ice cream. he chose one popsicle for daiki (ramune flavored) and a chocolate ice cream bar for himself, taking them to the counter and paying for them. y/n met daiki outside, handing him the popsicle then locking their hands.

“where should we go?” daiki asked, the two already walking out from the convenience store to the busy street, full of couples and families going to their own places. y/n sighed for a moment, biting into his ice cream bar.

“the park. that’s where i really want to go.” y/n responded, pointing his ice cream bar forward. daiki nodded, pointing his own popsicle out with a smile.

“then that’s where we will go.” daiki confirmed, the two happily walking towards the nearby park. their hands swung back and forth, y/n walking with a pep in his step as they entered into the green, grassy park full of lights.

the two walked in silence, shoulders bumping as they walked down the cement path, other couples passing on both sides of them. daiki squeezed y/n’s hand gently, a smile on his lips as the path forked. he took them towards the darker side, the two entering a clearing with beds of flowers. 

“did you know this was here?” y/n asked, the two sitting down on the grass. daiki moved y/n so he was sitting on his lap, his arms wrapped around y/n’s waist. 

“it was in the top 3 makeout spots in the list i made when i was what, 15?” daiki said, a yawn escaping his lips. y/n’s eyes widened, his hand unconsciously raising and slapping daiki’s bicep. 

“your horny ass was making a make out list then? didn’t we just get together?” y/n said, his voice holding mock offense as he looked into daiki’s eyes. daiki gasped, his hand covering his mouth with shock.

“well of course! i was enamored with you!” daiki exclaimed, his hands rubbing y/n’s waist. “ya know, you caught my eye because of your gorgeous self, your personality, and your clothes. i think you’re pretty great.” y/n smiled softly at the statement, pushing daiki over so he laid on the grass. 

“oh really? so aomine daiki is really just someone who loves his boyfriend entirely? y/n asked, daiki nodding with a smile. 

“i love him a lot. you should know that. anyways, are you going to kiss me yet?” daiki spoke, his hands trailing up y/n’s back with fervor. y/n responded with only a smile and a kiss pressed to daiki’s lips, allowing himself to melt into the feeling of the boy he loved in his arms. their lips intertwined, y/n’s hands sinking into daiki’s hair. a satisfied noise escaped his lips as he felt daiki melt further into the kiss, y/n’s heart fluttering.

daiki loved him, for him. for everything that made him, him. his style, his smile, and his shimmering personality.

maybe he should try that skirt on again, some day in the future.

4698 words im so excited to finally post this! my first request :p i love knb sm!! pls request more guys!

[sunflw3rbouquet]

100 days, time flies

lads love interests x male reader

note: each section around 200 words, kissing them, lwk platonic xavier?, sylus is taller than reader, caleb’s is kind of a flashback, ooc for everyone but zayne and possibly caleb i fear! tw: n/a!

…sun✰ hit 100 days today so i thought i would write smth for all the li’s

xavier shinunoga e-wa-fujii kaze

a card and a bouquet rested on y/n’s desk. he saw it the second he walked into the UNICORN’s headquarters, a smile gracing his lips. he looked around, trying to find his someone in the office, only to be met with nothing. sitting down at the desk, y/n smiled happily as he opened the envelope, being as careful as he could so the wax seal didn’t break.

dear y/n,

congrats on 100 days at the headquarters. you’re a very good partner, and you make my days much more interesting.

please stay safe. i don’t like it when you get hurt.

xavier.

the letter was a soft purple, the scent of lavender gracing his nose. did xavier put the paper by his lavender oil? his eyes switched over to the bouquet, white specks of light glimmering around the flowers. lily of the valley, the flower y/n always said looked like xavier.

”do you like it?” a voice asked, y/n turning around to meet xavier’s timid gaze. the smile on y/n’s lips grew brighter, stretching until his teeth were exposed.

”i love it, xavier. come here.” y/n spoke, xavier quickly walking forward to envelop the recently standing y/n in a tight hug. he pet y/n’s hair, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek, a small grin greeting his face as he heard y/n’s soft giggles.

i love it. that was the same as an i love you, right?

zayne 感受她-kun

light peaked through the curtains, a cold, winter morning greeting the world with its calming presence. the scent of coffee filled the apartment as zayne shuffled in the kitchen, the sleep barely rubbed from his eyes before he left to go fill his cup with the drink. his feet slid against the hardwood floors, the feeling sending a cold rush up his spine. the clock on the wall read 5:37, the city still waking from its slumber.

as zayne returned to the bedroom, he saw y/n stirring in the bed, his eyes fluttering. zayne joined him at the side of the bed, his eyes glancing over his boyfriend’s form, the softest smile gracing his face.

“zayne?” y/n asked softly, eyes blinking awake as his drowsiness faded. instead of responding zayne moved closer, leaning over the man to put his coffee down on the side table. he reached to take y/n’s hand into his grasp, fingers rubbing the skin gently. y/n let out a soft sigh, smile gracing his lips as he relaxed into the touch.

the world seem to slow down as zayne sat with y/n, eventually joining the man again under the covers as he sipped his coffee, allowing the morning to come at him slowly.

“happy 100 days, dear.” he whispered, y/n lazily looking up to place a kiss to zayne’s lips, zayne happily accepting the affection with a smile.

rafayel still with you-jungkook

the waves crashed against the shore, the sun about to sink under and join the water. rafayel’s hand was clasped with y/n’s, swinging his arms back and forth. their feet touched the sand, water wading back up and down as it reached the shore and retreated back to its home.

”finally, we’re both free to go on a walk again.” rafayel spoke, a smile on his lips as he turned to y/n, face illuminated by the setting sun. y/n nodded, his head leaning to rest on his boyfriend’s shoulder, the cotton in his dress shirt smooth against his cheek. 

“i’ve missed you, fish.” y/n spoke, his hand squeezing rafayel’s tightly. the man responded with a loud giggle, his eyes glimmering as he stopped, free hand going to wrap around y/n’s waist.

”i’ve missed you too.” rafayel looked into y/n’s eyes, trying to understand every thought and emotion up in his mind. “you’re too busy, it’s not fair.” he stopped for a moment, taking in a deep breath. i’m happy we could spend these 100 days together.” he continued, allowing y/n to rub his hair like he was a cat. no words needed to be said as rafayel connected their lips, the setting sun warming their bodies as it set on their special day.

sylus the walls-chase atlantic

clinking glasses full of expensive wines and the loud chatter of party guests fill the event hall. sylus’s hand grazes y/n’s hip, a soft smile on his lips as he takes a sip from his own glass, listening to someone important talking about something irrelevant that y/n didn’t care about. sylus’ voice was calm and deep, his persona fitting perfectly with his black suit and burgundy tie.

”sylus, would you like to go outside?” y/n asked, his pleading gaze meeting sylus’. sylus sighed, excusing himself from the conversation with a smile. his hand shifted from y/n’s waist to hold his hand, their shoulders brushing against each other as they exited to the balcony.

y/n stared at sylus, the lights of faraway linkon city illuminating his side profile, highlighting his beauty. “i feel like i haven’t gotten to talk to you a lot today, even though it’s our special day.” y/n spoke, a pout beginning to form on his lips as sylus shifted his gaze to look at y/n.

”i’m sorry, sweetie. today was supposed to be about you and me, but i ended up having to work.” he sighed, squeezing y/n’s hand. “i love you. these last 100 days have been amazing.” sylus was a smooth talker, and y/n took this as an apology in a minute. he scooted himself closer to sylus, leaning into the man with a smile. 

“i guess i forgive you.” y/n said, sylus leaning down to press a kiss to y/n’s lips, sealing their love. and like always, y/n didn’t resist.

caleb apocalypse-cigarettes after sex

boxes filled up caleb’s new house. maybe a better word was apartment, as caleb’s recruit housing was extremely small. it was still home, however, and y/n was happy to be there with caleb.

”did you see the tv remote anywhere? the new episode of the show we’re watching is out!” y/n yelled, caleb exiting the bathroom with a towel covering his wet hair, sweatshirt and sweatpants clinging to his body. he stared at y/n displeased, a small frown on his lips.

“i thought you were here to help me unpack. you can’t just come here and steal my tv.” caleb sternly answered, y/n sighing, flopping against the couch.

”caleb- please!” y/n begged, caleb sighing as he joined him on the couch. his hand went to wrap around y/n’s shoulders, leaning in to whisper in his ear.

”i guess.” he started, pulling away. “i mean, you’ll have to dig through all the boxes. i don’t even know if i have a remote anymore.” y/n stared back at him, ignoring the heat starting to bloom on his cheeks as he tried to understand what was going on in caleb’s mind. caleb leaned forward, pressing a soft and quick kiss onto hi lips. y/n paused for a second in shock, his vision then getting cut off as the towel that was on caleb’s head now covering y/n’s face.

”caleb!” y/n yelled, standing up as he heard caleb run away. he pulled the towel off of his head, running into the hallway after caleb, a bright smile gracing his lips.

ty for being patient!! im back now yay 1257 words 100 days of you, and i couldn’t be happier!

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hi yallsies!!

it’s officially crunch time for me in school (ap testing last week and this week + finals in a abt 2-3 weeks), so this month will be pretty slow for me

i will be editing and maybe ill get a few oneshots out😖 thanks for supporting though!!

i want to open a taglist soon, so lmk if you want to be added🙏🙏

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ask me pleak

✯ 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧'𝐬 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞

reblog and let your followers ask you about what kind of love and deepspace player you are!

under deepspace: what prompted you to start playing?

to begin: share your personal LI ranking.

the first mission: who caught your eye first? is he still your favorite?

talented hunter: what's your weapon of choice?

prefix: what is your mc's title?

suffix: what are their nicknames for you?

unicorns girls go go go!: who's your favorite side character?

tete-a-tete: which LI are you most similar to? which one are you most different from?

let him decide: what outfits do you like seeing him wear? do you style him or let him pick his outfits?

love timeline: what's your affinity level with him?

memoria: share your favorite 5 ☆ and 4 ☆ cards.

wishing well: are there any cards you wish you had?

falling for you: what's your favorite myth companion and story?

chocolate shop: is there a well loved memory you're not a huge fan of?

with him: what do your desks look like?

claw machine: share your most treasured plushies.

world underneath: do you read the anecdotes? what are the most intriguing ones in your opinion?

by your side: tender moments or secret times?

about him: share a personal headcannon you have of him.

quality time: plan a date for you and him.

photo studio: post a couple of photos you took with him.

collections: what are some of your favorite starred voicelines?

galaxy kid: share some things you associate with him. what's his "core"?

happy snowman: what concepts/banners would you like to see in the future?

artsy birb: share some of your favorite love and deepspace fan content.

grumpy crow: which tropes do you enjoy seeing him in the most? [e.g. enemies to lovers, arranged marriage, royalty au...]

sunny apple: what kind of LI would you be in an otome game? what would your tropes/themes be?

secret times: what's something about him you wish more players knew / talked about?

destiny cafe: do you ever wish the LIs interacted with each other in the game?

tender moments: what kind of LI would you like to see as the sixth one?

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the sweet kiss, the hazy dream, and the forgotten secret

caleb x male reader

note: you're mc, childhood friends, hs!au, caleb is older, vry rushed AND unedited im sorry guys..., no pipsqueak bc that's my least fav nickname in lads (! my b chat), taller caleb tw: kissing, very hazy (but they're not under the influence)

…sun✰ got inspired off of a reel abt the new years card 'intertwined gold', enjoy!

the rain trickled down the walls of their house, the streets pooling with water. shoes kicked the puddles as they passed down, caleb’s laughter filling the small courtyard of the house. y/n’s hand was laced with his, eyes locked straight on him as he watched caleb readjust the umbrella.

“seriously, you must have broken this thing. it’s holding more water than it’s repelling.” caleb complained, a section of the umbrella that was turned in spilling water out onto the ground, y/n almost in the splatter. he let out a soft scream, caleb’s eyes shut in a fit of laughter before y/n pushed him, the taller boy stumbling towards the covered porch and in return dragging y/n along with him. “i’m sorry! it wasn’t intentional, but that was amazing timing.”

y/n didn’t respond, a frown on his face as he adjusted the straps of his backpack after he pulled out his keys from the front pocket. he continued to leave caleb with no response, unlocking the door quickly and running inside. y/n’s hands reached out to the knob on the interior, trying to shut it closed before caleb could get inside. a sharp yelp left caleb’s mouth as he let the umbrella drop to the floor with a thud. 

“i’m sorry, y/n! please let me inside, the rain is getting stronger!” 

“you should’ve thought about that before getting water all over my pants!”

the two fought, both pushing up against the door on opposite sides to change the doors path. with one final step, caleb finally broke y/n’s hold on the door and pushed himself inside, his body collapsing onto the entryway of the house. y/n let out a laugh, pushing caleb’s long legs with his foot so he could close the door. caleb let out a groan, y/n squatting down to play with his hair. “sorry, that was a bit mean. you okay?” y/n asked, caleb nodding. 

“you should look at the umbrella.” he countered, the navy blue umbrella sitting in the corner of the room, metal spokes bent in different directions. y/n looked back at caleb, the two of them holding a serious expression on their faces, before they broke out into a loud laughter. y/n gracefully helped caleb stand up, giving him enough time to shake off his tennis shoes before dragging the both of them up to y/n’s room.

their backpacks joined each other on the floor beside the door of y/n’s room, mimicking the two friends as they sat right on top of each other. y/n’s upper body was spread on top of caleb’s legs, a bored gaze in his eyes as he readjusted himself to find a more comfortable spot on the muscle. caleb stared down at the boy, a soft, almost unnoticeable smile resting on his lips as he moved his hand to rest on his waist. his fingers curled gently, y/n not recognizing the sensation until caleb began restlessly moving his hand up and down. 

“caleb,” y/n began, his eyes closing at the gentle touch, bright smile resting on his lips. the words he wanted to say didn’t end up escaping his mouth, his body instead curling closer to caleb’s chest. the room turned quiet, the sound of the rain pelting on the windows acting as music serenading their afternoon. y/n’s breathing turned slow and uniform, his body curled into a ball around caleb’s. 

deciding to not waste time, caleb leaned over to his backpack to pull out his calculus homework, a neutral expression on his face as he adjusted y/n’s position, making it so he could put his workbook on the boy’s hips comfortably. he barely stirred, allowing caleb to work in silence.

the seconds turned to minutes, which turned to an hour passing as caleb worked, y/n’s eyes fluttered open, a soft groan escaping his lips. “what time is it?” he muttered, caleb’s free hand shifting to rub y/n’s hair gently as he woke up. 

“it’s 5:07.” caleb curtly replied, his pencil pressed against his chin as he thought about the problem on the page. y/n’s eyes shut for a moment before reopening, gaze fixed on caleb.

”are you doing your homework on me again?” he asked lazily, caleb nodding with a smile. y/n slowly sat up, attempting to grab the workbook from caleb’s grasp. caleb retaliated, taking the book in his hand and reaching up towards the ceiling, y/n only able to lazily grab for it. “bring it down! you’re not doing your homework!” y/n yelled, caleb taunting him by moving the book around.

”no, i think i want to keep working-“ he spoke, not expecting y/n to grasp his shirt to try and reach for it, caleb’s weight shifting enough that he was now hovering over y/n. “woah.” he whispered, y/n’s eyes still heavy with sleep, lashes covering a portion of his iris. caleb’s gaze was locked on the boy’s face, y/n’s lips parted to show his teeth.

the room turned quiet once again, except this time was filled with a tension that underlined the musical raindrops, something that heightened with each breath they both took. was it the humidity? or was it the bond between them, something that bordered platonic and romantic.

had y/n always been this pretty? had caleb always been this pretty?

their heads inched closer and closer together, the inch of space turning to a centimeter before turning into nothing as their lips connected. the connection was akin to a lightning strike, caleb’s lips containing a gravitational pull that almost burned with how strongly it tied them together.

caleb was careful, his hands planted on y/n’s waist with a surprising amount of delicacy, almost like he was afraid to harm y/n. y/n’s hands moved to hold their place in caleb’s hair, fingers already knowing all the spots to go to make him relax under his touch. for a first kiss, it was anything but brief, the feeling too good to let go.

even a supernova wouldn’t contain enough energy to explain the rush caleb gave y/n in this moment, his slow, consistently moving lips a constant source of caffeine breaking apart his veins. all that energy was fast moving but comfortable, like a soft flower enveloping them as their lips lazily moved back in forth in a coordinated dance. their moves could’ve been rehearsed before, with how perfectly they slotted together, but there couldn’t have been any practices.

the day continued as a blur after the kiss, the rain drowning y/n’s thoughts out like the puddles that grew larger outside of their home. did they even kiss? or was it a memory from his dream that he thought was reality as he woke from his daze? caleb never asked him about it, so he assumed it was a reality-like dreamland, and he had made a fool of himself once again. even if it wasn’t real, it was still their secret, kept under tight and locked lips if every reminded about it.

maybe it was real. or maybe it wasn’t. rain and flower petals made things misleading, and those two things could be from anything, not a kiss from his best friend.

caleb is growing on me icl 1223 words

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i don't show it

dan heng x male reader

note: ooc dan heng, grumpy x sunshine/golden retriever x black cat, you're not caelus, touches on dan heng lore but doesn't explain it, ooc astral express, very self indulgent, this is my second worse oneshot i hate it, unedited tw: playfighting, feeling bad about oneself, dan heng being aloof

…sun✰ my dear dan heng!

dan heng is a stoic man.

most would define him as aloof, or even nonchalant, and leave it at that. what traut wouldn’t come up, however, was kind-hearted. it was something he reserved for those close to him, only letting hints of it through, causing the common assumptions of his personality. for whatever reasons, dan heng camouflaged himself as a man that didn’t experience any positive emotions, even though he was a happy person in private.

y/n didn’t understand why.

”can i please sleep in your room tonight?” y/n excitedly asked, his arms happily wrapping around dan heng’s shoulders. his voice was powerful in the silent archives. dan heng was startled due to the sudden environment change, his muscles tensed for a moment, stopping in time like a dear caught unprepared in the headlights of a car. his arm was outreached towards the shelves upon shelves of books, right hand clenched into a fist, barely noticeable before he relaxed it. 

“i thought we agreed on not showing our relationship in public, the original agreement including the express.” he calmly replied, not turning around to look at the known intruder. dan heng’s expression remained the same, even as y/n began to tug on the collar of his shirt. “what will i ever do with you.” a soft sigh escaped his lips as y/n began to huff loudly like a dog.

”my room’s freezing! besides, one night won’t hurt.” y/n quickly countered, his hand now moving to rake through dan heng’s short, black hair. “i’ve missed you so much recently.” his demeanor changed from the loud and bubbly persona, quickly becoming quieter as he admitted the fact to dan heng, his face pressed into the nook between the man’s neck and shoulder. y/n inhaled in, the scent of dan heng’s mapley sweet and woody cologne flowing into his nose. the smell was familiar, something that reminded him of the man he loved so much. 

dan heng’s breath came out in a soft puff, clearly deciding he was fighting a losing battle. “just this once, because i miss you too.” he replied, moving his arms so y/n could latch himself onto dan heng’s body after accepting his proposal. dan heng’s hand twitched slightly, his fingers slowly stroking y/n’s hair tightly. his arm was wrapped around y/n’s neck, his boyfriend’s head resting on his chest. “why are you here? it’s still time for you to be working. last time i checked, you haven’t finished all of your reports from your last trailblazing mission.” he rubbed the skin of y/n’s hand gently, almost like he was coaxing a response out of him.

“...himeko left my desk for a moment, so i decided to run away.” y/n whispered, his lips pressing against dan heng’s jaw as an almost chaser apology. dan heng sighs, allowing himself to sink into the feeling of his boyfriend’s touch, chin bumping against y/n’s nose.

“seriously, love?” he asked, his tone almost laced with a judging attitude as he stopped his hand, y/n whining loudly. dan heng rolled his eyes for a moment before patting his boyfriend’s head, stepping away from him to turn his attention back to his bookshelf. his eyes raked over the countless books on the shelves, ignoring y/n’s pleas and the countless pulls on his shirt. “i truly am enamored with you, but i don’t appreciate you cutting work to see me instead.”

y/n let out a soft sigh of defeat, his head falling into dan heng’s shoulder with the slightest amount of (added) reverb to emphasize his pitifulness. “i guess i’ll leave. i dislike how sensible you are sometimes.” he complained, kissing dan heng’s cheek lightly, only enough so he could just barely feel the touch. dan heng didn’t reply, only waving in response as y/n walked backwards towards the door, a bright smile on his lips because of the action. y/n turned around to leave the room, only to be met with himeko’s stern face and fiery red hair (that looked even more similar to a raging fire as her gaze burned into him).

”i knew you would be here.” himeko said, y/n chuckling nervously as he put his hands up in defense, himeko reaching for his ear. “i’ll be taking him dan heng. he’ll be occupied until he’s finished his work.” dan heng nodded, looking away from his struggling boyfriend to organize the bookshelves.

”i’m sorry! himeko-!” y/n said, his feet hitting the floor as he was dragged along the ship to the office car before he fell on the floor. himeko smiled, dusting off her hands before walking away.

”do your work!” she yelled, y/n huffing softly.

they were all against him.

dinner was tense.

while march and caelus still happily talked, y/n found himself being stared down by both himeko and dan heng. himeko’s gaze was burning, y/n afraid he would get sunburnt if he spent any more time subjected to it. dan heng’s was a little kinder, a weak smile on his lips as he ate his dinner. his aura was so-so, like he felt sorry for the man, but still thinking he deserved the punishment.

the food on y/n’s plant was pushed around, a soft puff of air escaping his lips as he continued to lose his appetite. welt looked up from his plate, pushing his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. “himeko, i think he’s learned his lesson.” his voice was firm, unwavering as he stated his opinion. himeko rolled her eyes, her plate one of the few finished ones on the table. 

“it’s a lesson you all need to learn, not just y/n. you need to do your work!” she exclaimed, caelus looking at her confused. himeko sighed, waving her hand towards him. “not you, caelus, don’t worry.” y/n felt himself sink into his chair, the familiar feeling of shame creeping up his neck. he proceeded to not make eye contact with the rest of the astral express members, letting a breath slowly out of his mouth. his food slowly cooled, dan heng speaking up in the stifling silence.

“eat your food.” y/n’s eyes flicked up towards his boyfriend, his eyes locking with dan heng’s. he reluctantly picked up his fork, eating the food with a speed that would shock those who weren’t used to it. wiping his hands on his towel, y/n stood up, looking at himeko and welt.

“may i be excused?” he asked, himeko returning his gaze with shock before nodding, y/n pushing his chair back under the table and walking off towards dan heng’s room.

it was embarrassing to be one of the fools of the group.

y/n sat on the edge of dan heng’s bed in his pajamas, his hair dripping from his shower. he watched the drops fall onto the comforter, eyes unfocused as he spaced out. his hands were laced together, ears not listening to the sounds around him.

”darling? are you okay?” dan heng spoke, his face suddenly appearing in front of y/n’s. his hand moved on top of y/n’s, rubbing the backs gently to coax him out of his daze.

”i’m sorry for today.” y/n softly spoke, his bright and shiny demeanor gone. dan heng sat down next to him, his own wet hair resting against y/n’s shoulder as he leaned into his body.

”you don’t have to be sorry, you did nothing wrong.” he reassured, his left hand rubbing y/n’s thigh gently. dan heng let out a soft sigh, his lips pressed against the crook of y/n’s neck. “i know i’m indifferent, and sometimes i treat you unfairly or a mild amount of contempt, but i truly adore you.”

y/n’s eyes lit up at the statement, eyes crinkling at the edges as leaned into dan heng’s touch. “thank you, i appreciate that.” dan heng smiled, kissing y/n’s cheeks with an enamored gaze in his irises. y/n lifted his arms to clasp around dan heng’s neck, turning his head to return the kisses on his lips instead. dan heng laughed, dragging the two further down the bed so they could rest comfortably on the mattress together. 

the moody behavior that y/n carried left as soon as he had dan heng next to him, kissing every single worry and insecurity of his away. kiss after kiss, movement after movement, everything was perfect. y/n allowed himself to fall into dan heng’s touch, unafraid of any consequences that he might face. dan heng’s hands held him tightly around his waist, air slowly escaping his nose until he pulled away from y/n to catch his breath.

”i love you.” he replied, y/n lazily nodding his head in agreement, a look of love-drunk bliss on his face. dan heng smiled in response to the nod, something so uncharacteristically dan heng.

dan heng was always considered aloof or indifferent. he was a cold man who cared about others at the surface level and was more preoccupied with his personal endeavors.

y/n never understood this, however, because he was always so happy and bright towards him, like a faraway star waving to the sun. 

he wasn’t cold, he was selective in giving his heart out. y/n was just the lucky one who got this heart.

i heart dan hang i am dan heng 1574 words

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hi, sorry I meant to write feminine m!reader and not female, and thank you for accepting my request, it's a pleasure and I really like your writing

TYSM! ofc i would write it<3

just so you know, its not gonna rlly be a lot of fem? like i dont plan on him wearing exclusively fem clothing, more like touches of it, so i hope thats alr!

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Hi, how are you doing ? Could I request Aomine (knb) x female m!reader? Fluff please, I wish you a good evening/day 🫶

i’m assuming you either meant male reader or ftm reader? BUT YES OFC🫶

i have a soft spot for aomine🤕 currently rewatching knb s1 and sigh he’s cute

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okay he’s adorable

caleb realized pretty quickly in his life that he had an oral fixation. he would often bite his lip, chew on the chain around his neck, let it dangle from his lips, or even just biting the inside of his cheek. he couldn't pinpoint and tell you where it exactly came from, but he did know he had one.

caleb x male reader : caleb having an oral fixation and using you to relieve that itch in his brain. not meant to be read as something suggestive or sexual, since oral fixations are not inherently either of those things. this was a random thought, but the more i thought about it the more it made sense to me idk. as i said before, not meant to be suggestive or sexual, if you interpret it as so, i can't stop you lol but that wasn't my intention.

hickies are mentioned, but that is its own thing, not entirely connected to or related to the oral fixation aspect...if that makes sense. once you read, i hope it makes more sense and can be intepreted easier than what im trying to say here LMAO ok enogu ramblings, have fun reading about puppy caleb!

— he tried finding ways to curb it, keeping any other part of his body busy to distract from that need to put something in his mouth. but nothing really hit the same as simply sucking on something, like a lollipop or piece of candy.

— so he began carrying around those exact things. and it did work, leaving his mouth constantly busy and putting his mind at ease.

— when the two of you started dating, you noticed that he almost always tasted like apples whenever you kissed. you brushed it off, thinking that it was natural that he’d want to have apple flavored things in his routine (apple flavored toothpaste?, you assumed), but when you caught him popping an apple flavored candy in his mouth, the dots connected.

— you vaguely recalled a conversation you had with him earlier where he told you, “i like to keep my mouth busy.” but he had said that before giving you several hickies, so you just assumed he wasn’t being serious, saying it to set the mood. turns out, him saying that was entirely true and that was him secretly outting himself on his favorite way of keeping his mouth busy.

— caleb found out that there was no better way to keep his fixation satisfied than kissing, sucking, and marking you. this often translated into deep hickies scattered over your neck, even your chest, arms, and stomach. it was not intentional, finding out that way, but once he did find out, oh, he would not stop. it was just a win-win situation!! for him, at least. you had to deal with awkward explanations to everyone you knew why you were so marked up on a random tuesday, when the reality of the situation was never as dirty or naughty as people that saw the markings would think.

“caleb-” you whined, running your hand over your face. you peaked past your fingers and saw that the sun was just rising and shining through the curtains, “what the fuck are you doing?”

“wanted you,” he murmured into your neck before continuing on with his very important task.

it was an amazing plus that whenever he would satiate his oral fixation it would leave you marked up by him. he smirked at the idea and image of you parading his marks around. it only encouraged him to keep going.

too bad you weren't as welcoming to the idea as he was. he pouted when he felt you tug at his roots, forcing him to back off.

“babe,” he whined, swollen red lip jutted out pleadingly, “i was almost done,”

“hell no, last time i went into work with those damn hickies they thought they had to call someone to save me from you,” he rolled his eyes at the explanation.

“okay, not my fault they're idiots. c'mon, i just want my handsome boy to show me off. i worked extremely hard, by the way!”

“nope, not idiots — rightfully concerned individuals are what they saw,” you correct, ignoring his attempts at flattery and begging at the end of his sentence. without giving him a second to think, you were pushing him off of you so could wipe your neck clean of his saliva.

“heyyy, don't leave, i wasn't done yet!!”

“you are now, you blood sucking puppy,”

he just pouts, hugging a pillow as he watches you stress over his markings. then a dreamy smile comes onto his face, “so handsome.”

— starts sucking your fingers. it was a curious part of him that wondered if it’d be like sucking a lollipop. it was genuinely pure intentions behind it.

you two were laying on the couch together, his head on your chest as you scrolled through your moments feed to entertain both you and him.

your hand was resting in front of him and he noticed how well kept your fingers were. cuticles clean, fingernails just trimmed, and hands soft. they were in his mouth before he even realized it.

you blinked at the warm sensation around your fingers. but then you saw how calm and serene his expression was, settling on just smiling at him.

“cute little puppy,” you commented, momentarily dropping your phone on the cushion and petting his hair down.

he leaned into your touch as he held your other wrist captive in his tight hold.

“i’m taking my fingers out of your mouth in five minutes though, no way you're gonna prune me up,” he pouted around your fingers but just rested his head back on your chest.

you pulled your phone back up to entertain you both, the fingers that were resting in his mouth pressing down on his tongue ever so lightly every now and then to throw him off.

hey, if he was going to suck on your fingers as if they were a lifeline, you could mess with him for a bit.

— caleb’s kisses are almost always slow, sensual, and intimate. he likes actually feeling you against him. to him it’s not only a display of his affection for you and vice versa, but also the opportunity to truly feel your presence. closing his eyes and starting off slow, he pecks your lips softly with his own. it’s cute, innocent. then he becomes concentrated. genuinely concentrated on you and the feeling of your lips against his. from there he becomes eager and when caleb gets eager, it turns messy.

he had been straddling your lap for about twenty minutes now. making out the entire time he was situated there. one of his hands was on your chest and the other carded through your hair, keeping you right where he wanted you. yours were resting on his thighs, squeezing every now and then.

the kisses by now were messy. drool glistening on both of your lips and a string of saliva visible each time you broke away from each other. and each time you pulled away, you’d smile seeing the cutely concentrated look on caleb’s face before he too opened his eyes.

“stop laughing at me,” he says, words coming out slightly sputtered due to his breath being uneven.

“’m not laughing at you, pretty boy,” he practically melted at the term of endearment, forehead falling onto your shoulder, “you’re just so cute,”

“shut up, stupid,” he says quietly, feeling uncharacteristically bashful.

then your palm went to his check, forcing him to look at you. your thumb traced his bottom lip, making him even more pliant to your touch. gently, you pressed your thumb inside of his mouth, smiling as his lips closed around you. the rare times caleb was obedient to your touch.

“love you,” you say, smiling when you feel his teeth dig into your skin. not enough to be painful, but hard enough for you to feel the physical affect your words have on him.

he swirls his tongue around you, mixing in the soothing feeling of his tongue gliding over on your digit with the sharp ends of his teeth. then, he’s dropping his jaw and moving his head to draw your wet thumb across the side of his cheek. an act that screams how loudly this man yearns for your touch.

“i love you more,” he says in a raspy tone that makes your grin only grow wider. naturally, your passionate kiss resumes and he's eager to feel you as intimately as possible again.

— caleb loves keeping his mouth busy and his favorite ways of relieving that itch always involved you. no matter how, he wanted to feel you in his mouth. it was an otherworldly satisfaction that he couldn’t even begin to describe in words.

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where hearts live

sylus x male reader

note: inspired off of sylus' bday event!, cute sylus, hbd sylus!, ooc sylus, reader is based off of mc, pet names (sweetie, dear, darling), kissing at the end!, switching up event dialogue/using stuff from the trailer tw: sylus and the things that come with him, hetero relationship tropes

…sun✰ this event has awakened something in me and i'm now in love with sylus

poolside encounter

the sun was shining in the n109 zone for once. it was a gorgeous summer day, bright light coating every exterior surface that was normally freezing in a golden bath of warmth. sylus took this time to indulge in the rare heatwave, donning his barely used swimsuit and going outside to sit in the barely used pool. 

“i don’t see why you’re just sitting in the pool.” y/n spoke, his feet dipped barely inside, moving back and forth and creating little waves. he looked up to meet sylus’ gaze, cocking his eyebrows. his boyfriend’s silver hair was still perfect, black sunglasses sitting right on his nose, barely hiding his red eyes. “i mean, if you’re deciding to melt your frosty exterior, might as well do it right.” he finished, grabbing his drink that was placed next to him and taking a long sip, sylus just watching him.

”i could ask the same to you. you’re not even fully in the pool, while i have more than half my body submerged.” sylus countered, taking his sunglasses off of his face. he sighed, stretching his arm above his head. the muscles so often hidden behind tshirts and leather jackets was now revealed, bathed in a golden light that accentuated their definition. 

it made sylus unfairly attractive. well, he already was unfairly attractive, but now it was even more so. sylus seemed to know this, smiling as he turned to see y/n staring straight at his biceps. ”you could feel them too if you decided to come in the pool with me.” he spoke, his tone mostly indifferent with the slightest hint of longing inside of it. y/n scoffed at the man, taking another sip of his drink. 

“i do not want to feel them, you creep.” he spoke, picking up a spare coin that had most likely “escaped” from his wallet when mephisto had picked it up. “here, darling.” y/n smile, tossing the coin towards the pool, the path making a large arc before falling into the pool with a flop. sylus stared, his eyes narrowing at the action. 

“sweetie, what are you doing?” he asked with a sigh, a soft smile on his lips as he waded over closer to y/n. his arms now rested against the concrete, head laying sideways on his arms so he could gaze upon y/n’s figure without getting his hair wet. 

“i want to shower you with gold, but it seems this lonely coin is the only thing i have.” y/n sighed, his hands going to rest in sylus’ hair. sylus let out a laugh, his eyes now a bright, glimmering ruby red.

”if you want this pool to be filled in gold, you would need much more than that one single coin. besides i have enough gold. i only need you.” sylus spoke, his demeanor not changing even with y/n’s flustered expression and more rapid kicking of his feet that caused water to splash. “hm, why don’t you join me? that would make me extremely happy.” sylus almost exclaimed. 

without giving time for y/n to respond, sylus reached his arms out towards the man and pulled him towards himself, his hands resting on his hips highlighted by his swim trunks. y/n yelped softly as he touched the cold water, calming when sylus readjusted y/n’s legs to wrap around his waist and when his hands laid on his hips.

“you make the pool golden.” sylus whispered, his lips getting closer to y/n’s with every passing second. they touched for a moment, barely enough time for their skin to recognize the others. sylus began to speak softly again, his words causing a heat to crawl up y/n’s face. “you’re better than any money.” 

their lips slowly reconnected, rolling like waves as they fell into the familiar pattern of kissing each other gently. y/n’s hands grip sylus’ short, grey hair, just strong enough so the man feels a tug. sylus’ hands trail up y/n’s bare torso, the water of the pool gently splashing away from their small movements.

the man was golden, perfect like no other.

molten cocoa

it was a cold day in linkon city, but y/n was warm. sylus’ arm was wrapped tightly around his boyfriend’s waist, getting as close to the man as he could without bumping the shopping bags the other man held in his hands. 

“thank you for taking me out. i appreciate you paying even though i have my own money.” y/n responded with a bright smile on his face, his beanie pulled down far on his face, eyes almost covered in the blue fabric. sylus smiles, not responding and instead deciding to pull up the beanie that rested on his boyfriend’s forehead.

“i like spoiling you.” he spoke, squeezing y/n’s waist gently. the two came across a small cafe, y/n’s eyes lighting up as he saw the warm and cozy looking interior. “do you want to go inside and get a drink?” sylus asked, y/n nodding. sylus opened the door, the jingly bell greeting them as they entered the cafe. y/n walked up to the counter, looking at the menu.

“can i get a medium hot chocolate?” y/n ordered, the employee nodding as they rang him up. before y/n could pull out his own card, sylus had leaned over and paid, kissing his cheek with a smile. with a sigh, y/n pinched the man’s cheek as they walked over towards the collection counter. “i’m going to get you back one day for today.” a pout rested on y/n’s lips, sylus donning a smug smile.

“no you won’t, because i’ll do this till the day i die.” his words brought a rush of heat to y/n’s face, one that barely dissipated before the person handing him his hot cocoa appeared at the collection counter. next to the takeaway cup was a small yellow duck, y/n rearranging his bags to pick it up.

“look how cute it is!” he exclaimed, giving the duck a small squeeze. a soft squeaky quack escaped the plastic bird, y/n laughing in enjoyment. “it makes noise too!” sylus stared at the duck, unimpressed with the little bird.

“i don’t even think little kids would like this.” sylus spoke, his harsh words contracting with his gentle demeanor. y/n rolled his eyes, taking a sip from his hot cocoa.

“you need to learn to enjoy stuff more.” he started, looking up into sylus’ eyes as they walked out. “first: hold you duck.” y/n said, placing the little duck and putting it into sylus’ front pocket. the man scoffed, eyes narrowing in curiosity.

“i assume i’ll be expected to hold your drink next?” he asked, y/n already handing the hot cup over to him with a smile. sylus let out a sigh, his body naturally taking all of the weight and stuff from y/n’s arms into his own. “is this how we’re having fun? by me carrying your stuff?” y/n nodded happily, pressing a gentle kiss to sylus’ lips before guiding the hand with his hot cocoa to his lips.

y/n happily walked in front of the man, a bright smile gracing his lips. sylus’ neutral expression changed as his heart fluttered, a grin tugging at his lips again. “i guess all of this stuff is mine! and i will say, heading home with all of it feels amazing.” sylus exclaimed, y/n turning around with a smile, blowing the man a kiss.

sylus was amazing, not only because he was thoughtful, but because he was kind.

fortune’s garnet

should he open the pomegranate?

y/n sat at the counter of the kitchen, his eyes focusing on the bright red pomegranate that sat in the fruit bowl. it matched the aesthetics of the house, y/n sighing as he contemplated taking it out and eating it.

it must have been there for days, but y/n had only just noticed it’s present. with a sigh, he moved his eyes from it, exhaling in disappointment.

”what did my kitchen do to get you so upset, sweetie?” sylus’s voice carried through the open halls, his arms wrapping around y/n’s waist before the man could turn around to meet his boyfriend’s gaze.

”that pomegranate.” he said, his voice holding the smallest sliver of annoyance as he made eye contact with the fruit. sylus nodded, pressing a gentle kiss to y/n’s cheek.

”yes, that is a pomegranate.” he snarkily responded, y/n hitting his shoulder in annoyance. 

“i know that. i’m wondering why you have it.” y/n huffed, sylus tilting his head.

”i like pomegranates. besides, it adds to the atmosphere of my house.” he responded, his words spoken like they were the most obvious response in the world. y/n sighed, rubbing sylus’ hair. 

“i’ll go set up the movie. the pomegranate might have won the battle, but it won’t win the war.” y/n sighed, getting up as soon as sylus released him from his grasp, giving him a kiss to hold him over before they were together again.

the movie they had decided to watch was one of sylus’ favorites. it was decently entertaining, and it was full to the brim with interesting and complex characters. as the film reached the finale, the main character gripped a pomegranate, the dark red juice slipping down her arm.

sylus had said something about this scene before, about how the pomegranate symbolizes power and wealth, and by her holding it in defeat at the end of the movie, it showed how she overcame everything she faced.

looking from the tv, y/n was met with the image of sylus eating a spoonful of pomegranate seeds, his eyes almost glowing brighter than normal as he studied the tv with a mostly blank expression that hid a happy smile underneath it.

y/n moved before he could decide to do anything else, opening his mouth to steal the spoonful of pomegranate seeds. sylus looked down in shock, y/n meeting his gaze, he bit into the seeds, the juice filling his mouth.

”i thought you weren’t hungry. if you wanted something, you should’ve told me.” he spoke, rubbing y/n’s hair in a scolding manner. y/n let a grin appear on his face, his hand coming up to wipe a drop of juice off of sylus’ lips.

”i want your wealth and power.” he began, sylus watching him intently. “i’ve already gotten one spoonful.” wordlessly, sylus brought another spoonful to y/n’s lips, only to be met with a confused expression.

“that’s not enough.” he spoke, his grip on the spoon not lessening. “i’m sharing my wealth and power. you need more than one spoonful, sweetie.”

with an embarrassed sigh, y/n accepted the spoonful, pressing a gentle kiss to sylus’ cheek. a soft stain of ruby red laid in that spot after his lips parted, a smile gracing his face as he saw the man.

the real fortune from the man was him in it’s entirety.

tender petal

“thank you mister!” the small girl said, y/n rubbing the kid’s hair gently. 

“you’re welcome. don’t get into trouble again!” y/n happily responded, the child laughing before placing a rose sticker on y/n’s hand. “what is this for?” he asked, smiling brightly.

”good people deserve rewards!” she exclaimed before running off to her mother. y/n sighed, his eyes flickering to his watch to check the time. 

he was going to be late.

y/n took off sprinting towards the park, wiping the sweat off his forehead as he arrived. sylus stood under a tree, leaves flowing around him. he walked towards his boyfriend, enveloping him in a tight hug.

”hi darling.” he spoke, y/n looking up with a smile. sylus fixed y/n’s hair, his hand going to rub y/n’s. he stopped when he felt a change in texture, shifting his gaze and getting greeted with the flower sticker on the man’s hand. “you got a sticker, i see.”

y/n nodded, peeling the sticker off his hand and placing it on sylus’ hand. “she said good people deserve rewards. so i’m giving it to you. guess why.” y/n said, sylus smiling softly as he put his hand to his temple.

”maybe because i helped save someone’s balloon today. and then i saved them from an attacking pigeon.” sylus said, the two moving from their original spot to walk together in the park. instead of responding, y/n’s jaw dropped the smallest amount as he heard the story.

”you did all that while waiting for me?” he asked, his voice louder than normal, tinged in amazement. sylus nodded, a proud grin on his face as he saw his boyfriend’s reaction. “i was going to give it to you because i thought it would be nice… but now i understand that you truly deserve it.” y/n leaned over to press a gentle kiss on the man’s lips, a smile growing on his face. “good job baby.”

sylus helped people, and the most rewarding part about how happy he got was the bright smile that was on his face.

the sun was shining through the trees, illuminating sylus’ face. his skin’s pale color changed as it bathed in the golden light, his eyes adjusting to the atmosphere. y/n was on his stomach, his hands tracing up and down the outfit he had bought for his birthday.

”do you always let your guard down whenever you go outside? or is your time spent with me an exception.” sylus asked, his eyes trailing y/n’s figure as the man spent time letting the cloth of his boyfriend’s clothes run under his fingertips.

”i don’t feel like i have much to worry about when i’m with you.” y/n responded, his hands going up towards sylus’ neck, playing with the short hairs present there. sylus sighed, his left hand going up to rub his boyfriend’s hair.

”still, you should always be alert. the predators often resemble prey.” sylus teased, his eyes flicking back and forth as a leaf fell down, y/n reaching for it. he used his evol to flick the leaf back and forth, y/n attempting to grab it in it’s path. laughter escaped sylus’ lips as y/n grabbed the leaf on his stomach, holding the small, green foliage in between his hands with a focused expression on his face, tongue peaking out.

even when sylus pulled the leaf out for safekeeping (after much pleading from y/n), his boyfriend continued to knead at the man’s stomach, the muscles firm against his touch as he playfully pat the area. sylus watched with a soft smile, a relaxed expression on his lips as he leaned back and allowed himself to get lost in the sensation of the touch.

y/n looked up from sylus, his eyes locking with one of the tappers on the tree. a frown now appeared on sylus’ face, his gaze switching to match with y/n’s. the frown changed into a small as he turned back to y/n, meeting his eyes. “do you want to try some of the syrup?” sylus asked, y/n nodding happily. 

the two stood up, sylus grabbing the man by the shoulders and guiding him towards the tap. he picked the man up, y/n reaching his hands up to get some of the syrup that dripped out. y/n hesitated for a moment, bringing his finger up to his mouth for a second before changing his mind and spreading it on sylus’ lower lip. the man cocked his eyebrow, allowing his smug smirk to turn into a smile as y/n connected their lips, licking the sweet syrup off of them.

their lips moved back and forth, like thick waves of magnetic energy reacting in harmony to each other. sylus let out soft sound of happiness, eagerly kissing y/n back with a smile.

a smile, something that had been so much more common on the man since he met his boyfriend.

the cake they had set out on their picnic blanket was forgotten, the birthday card and invitation both addressed to y/n’s lover left untouched. the leaves fell down on them as they kissed, granting sylus with a gorgeous birthday.

one that he would remember forever, together with the man where his heart lives.

pulled his bday card! sylus is a cute 2756 words

[sunflw3rbouquet]

tweak-out tamaki senpai

tamaki x male reader

note: lwk inspired by tamakis unwitting depression (episode 23), host reader, crackfic, very unserious tamaki, unedited, no special club theme, very short tw: same tropes present in ohshc (no twincest though)

…sun✰ i've been obsessed with ohshc recently... i've got a few more episodes left TT

tamaki wasn’t a subtle person.

he felt everything with his entire heart, and that was one of his most attractive features. even if it was attractive, it did have it’s downsides.

“no, no, no! i will not stand for this! you cannot go host today in this outfit- you’re way too gorgeous!” tamaki whined, his hands waving in the air frantically. this behavior had become way too regular since they had started dating. how would tamaki’s fans react to his actions? ouran high school host club’s king, tamaki suoh, found begging on his knees for his boyfriend to not go outside while wearing the club’s uniform.

this man definitely felt no shame.

“tamaki, it’s alright. i have my eyes on no one but you.” y/n reassured, rubbing his boyfriend’s messy hair gently. the man relaxed into the touch (not too relaxed though-he couldn’t mess up his makeup), his eyes closing softly once a breath left his chest. he stayed still for a moment, not allowing any thoughts of insanity or irrationality to appear in his brain.

“wow, y/n-senpai, you look amazing!”

tamaki’s eyes widened. he looked up to glance at y/n, his worse fears confirmed from just hearing hikaru’s voice, the stupid twins wrapping their arms around the host. his eyes twitched, hands curling slightly as he saw hikaru lean his head on y/n’s shoulder. kaoru’s own hands gripped y/n’s jaw, his eyes locking with tamaki’s.

“i think you’ll get a lot of reservations today. but that’s no different than usual, right?” kaoru continued from hikaru’s teasing, a small smile on his lips as he saw tamaki’s jaw fall, eyes glossing over. y/n let out a soft sigh, rubbing the hair of both twins. 

“don’t bully him. he’s insecure.” y/n laughed, tamaki nodding his head speedily, shaking himself out of his dazed state. his hands reached out for y/n, sneaking their way around his boyfriend’s waist and pulling him from the twins’ grasp. tamaki mumbled softly, his face pressed against y/n’s neck lazily.

there was a sharp yell from the other side of the club room, a group of the guest squealing as they saw y/n finally appear for the day. a chorus of “y/n, come sit with us today!” and “you look so handsome!” filled the room, y/n pulling a deflated tamaki from his body to go over and join the people who had reserved his presence for the day.

tamaki now laid on the floor, the thing he hated most happening to him. his limbs were sprawled out, his form resembling a starfish. soft fragments of words came out from his mouth, their pronunciation muffled as the small section of thread connecting him and his soul broke, his ghost now flying above his body.

”aw, how sad. tamaki’s boyfriend being fawned over.” hikaru spoke, his eyes watching y/n happily interact with the guests, y/n’s appearance almost bright and sparkly. he flicked his gaze over to tamaki, the smug smirk on his lips falling as he saw tamaki’s pale body, ghost waving goodbye before flying up higher. “oh he’s dead!” hikaru yelled, kaoru jumping up to grab tamaki’s ghost’s feet.

did his boyfriend getting attention from people other than him really kill him?

tamaki didn’t host that day.

actually, it was better to say he couldn’t host that day, as he was incapacitated. 

while the rest of the host club members (including his beautiful boyfriend) worked happily with the guests, tamaki sat in the corner, rocking back and forth slowly. tamaki’s face was pale, an upset expression caking his face as he tried to accept the fact that people OTHER than him got to gaze upon y/n’s beautiful face.

y/n, who was now on break between reservations, made his way over to sit with tamaki. “tamaki, it’s time to break out of this.” he spoke, placing his hand on tamaki’s knee gently. the boy made a strained noise, his eyes blank as he flopped like a fish to lean against y/n’s chest. with a lack of response, y/n let out a soft sigh. “fine! i guess no date!”

tamaki shot back to life, his hands gripping y/n’s waist tightly. the fabric of his shirt crunched, picking up at the edges. “no! please no!” he cried, crocodile tears streaming down his face.

the worse part about dating a host king like tamaki was that his dramatic tears always seemed to just fall out of his eyes whenever he wanted them too. that couldn’t be healthy or normal.

”fine, i guess if my lovely boyfriend wants to work, i have to meet him half way and work with him!” he cheered, picking himself up. he adjusted his uniform, a confident smile on his face as he brushed his bangs with his fingertips. “besides, if i’m with you, how will they decide which handsome man to look at?” with a roll of his eyes, y/n took tamaki’s hand and walked onto the floor, stopping by an empty table and sitting down. the girls smiled, happily chatting with the pair as they joined them.

”tamaki-kun, why weren’t you out on the floor earlier?” one of them asked after a while, tamaki letting out a weak laugh as y/n snickered softly.

”i was under the weather! i just needed a bit to readjust myself.” tamaki responded, his wrist resting against his forehead. “i wanted to be my best for you, my gorgeous rose.” he responded, reaching over to grab the hand of the girl who asked the question. y/n sighed softly, not letting tamaki’s extravagant behavior get under his skin.

it would be pointless. the host club was all a dramatic act, and they were the actors letting the play go forward. y/n was snapped out of it as the other guest not talking with tamaki spoke. “y/n, what’s your favorite thing you added to the menu recently?” she asked, looking over all of the options of sweet cakes and other desserts to order.

y/n smiled, looking at the options with her. “i really like the chocolate raspberry cake. but i think you would enjoy the rose cardamom chiffon cake or the lavender souffle, flower.” he smiled, the girl blushing. tamaki looked over from where he sat next to y/n, glaring at him.

instead of taking the hint, he let himself further fall into his conversation with the guest, keeping a bright smile on his face the entire time. 

“y/n-kun, you look very handsome today.” she spoke, covering her face in embarrassment. y/n smiled a little brighter, his teeth peeking out from beneath his lips. 

“i had to look good, i was going to see you today!” he replied happily, the girl squealing softly as y/n squeezed her hand.

that was the final straw. tamaki figuratively (and literally) broke.

his body turned limp again, rolling from side to side with a blank expression on his face. he mumbled softly again, something about how y/n was betraying him and how he didn’t love him anymore (not true at all). the guest he was talking to tried to get his attention, shaking his shoulders while calling for help.

”don’t worry about him, he’ll be fine.” y/n spoke, taking a sip from the cup of tea that had been placed in front of him a few minutes earlier. tamaki grabbed onto his arm, hands shaking aggressively.

y/n would have to somehow make it up to him.

there was nothing better than tamaki’s arms around his body.

after a day full of making him panic, it was only fair that y/n allowed him an hour or two to get y/n fully to himself. tamaki pressed gentle kisses to his skin, a soft smile on his lips as he glanced up at y/n who sat on his lap. 

“you’re so pretty! i love you!” he cheered softly, his soft pajamas draped on his shoulders, the necklace y/n had given him hanging around his neck. his blond hair was a mess (after the many forced hours of head rubs y/n had to give the man) and his eyes were drooping, but he still clung to his boyfriend tightly.

”i love you too. i’m sorry for making you jealous.” y/n spoke, kissing tamaki’s lips gently. tamaki held onto the sensation for a moment longer, letting himself fall into the feeling of his boyfriend kissing him. 

“it’s okay! you’re just so beautiful, i can’t help but want you to be mine and mine only.” he spoke with a smile, pulling himself down so they both laid side by side on the bed. tamaki pressed another short kiss to y/n’s lips, falling asleep almost the second he pulled away. y/n sighed, kissing his forehead gently. tamaki always slept like a baby.

maybe being this dramatic was really tiring.

love my silly tamaki<3 1495 words

[sunflw3rbouquet]

tags

#✰sunflw3rbouquet (general posts) #...sun✰! (spam, talking) #✰requests

#✰jjk #✰toji #✰suguru #✰megumi #✰nanami #✰satoru

#✰blue lock #✰chigiri

#✰love and deepspace #✰zayne #✰sylus

[sunflw3rbouquet]

i dont think i could love anyone as much as him. at least we’ll be together forever now.

-satoru, 1:31am

[sunflw3rbouquet]

iris

gojo x male reader spoilers for the jjk manga!!

notes: high school gojo!, meanish suguru and shoko, satoru hating higher ups (we knew), unedited bc im lazy, not entirely lore accurate, reader has implied telepathy, really unrealistic, title from the googoo dolls, this could be so much better tw: cursing, DEATH (im describing death guys please watch out), making out (lazily and not described), saliva (idk its nasty to some people), gore described in death, BLOOD

…sun✰ draft back from my emo era, i cried writing this</3 happy april fools guys!

and i don't want the world to see me 'cause i don't think that they'd understand when everything's made to be broken i just want you to know who i am

satoru’s soft hands had become rougher over the wet winter. 

countless cold december nights had made the skin on his hands crack. y/n and satoru laid pressed against one the roofs of the high school, fingers intertwined tightly. the warmth from their hands was like a fire, heating both of their bodies in spite of the cold winter. satoru’s eyes watched the sky, stars blinking brightly.

“i can’t wait till we get older.” he whispered, squeezing y/n’s hand gently. satoru turned his head to look at his boyfriend, smiling softly. butterflies fluttered their wings in y/n’s stomach at the expression, his face inching forwards towards satoru’s.

his only reply was a soft hum, satoru giggling. “uh huh, yeah. i can’t wait to go on dates at any time of the day, to wake up in your arms, to see you all the time, to go on missions with you, to marry you.”

y/n looked away and back towards the sky, his face caked with a pink glow. “shut it…”. the air returned to it’s winter quiet as the two stared at the blinking lights of the city.

the silence allowed the thoughts y/n had laid to rest bubble up again, flowing to the tip of his heavy tongue. maybe, just maybe, he could say them. if he was brave enough. it’s only a few words-

“maybe…” the start of a sentence brought satoru’s attention back, his eyes going straight to y/n’s face enshrouded in darkness. “once we retire from this sorcerer stuff we can finally be together? like in public.” y/n’s sentence ended, but the silence didn’t get broken up by satoru replying. doubts that y/n had pushed down for a second bubbled up again in the long, cold silence. maybe satoru didn’t want him forever. maybe he was something for now, something to quell the pain of adolescence.

and then satoru laughed.

satoru’s laughter rang through the night, so brightly that a passerby would think the sun was rising. y/n turned his head to look back at his boyfriend, his fears quelling as he saw the brightest smile on satoru’s face.

“i’m excited for the day i’ll forever be yours.” satoru moved forward, pressing a gentle kiss to y/n’s cheek. the world was so much brighter when satoru was affectionate, which was often, but the feeling of his lips was ethereal.

y/n let himself sink into the feeling. no doubts, no worrying about dying, just happiness. just himself and the boy he loved. he squeezed the boy’s hand again, allowing himself to feel each muscle and tendon squeeze satoru’s palm.

satoru let out a sigh, moving from his spot to cuddle into his boyfriend’s side. his breath was the slightest bit warmer than the weather outside, the patch of skin graced with the feeling reacting by sending a shiver through y/n’s body. the contact between them surfaced thoughts of doubts and fear that had been put to rest for a second.

so much for peace.

y/n brought his hand up to pet satoru’s hair like he was a cat begging for attention, words bubbling on his tongue. “toru…”

“hey really handsome boyfie may we go inside? i’m really cold and i don’t want to become a snowman.” satoru’s voice was chopped with the sound of chattering teeth, a smile on his lips as he looked up to make eye contact with y/n.

even when satoru cut his words off unknowingly, even when doubts clouded y/n’s mind, satoru’s bright smile melting everything he ever feared. the panic that morphed y/n’s smile into a frown disappeared as y/n nodded, sitting up with satoru in his lap. “of course, toru. let’s go to my dorm mr. snowman.”

soft whines and complaints left satoru’s throat as they climbed down from the roof, entering into the silent hallway. “i don’t want to be a snowman! i’m a warm, sweet ray of sunshine.” he spoke with a proud smile, his hand lacing with y/n’s. silence fell between them as the made their way to y/n’s dorm room, opening the door to enter inside.

satoru plopped down on the bed, a lovesick grin gracing his face as he looked at y/n. “also, it makes me happy you’re calling me toru again. i think you’re getting better. i think we’re better. it makes me so happy.” y/n stopped in his tracks at the dresser, putting the tshirt he was holding back down on the top of the surface. he looked back at satoru, smiling softly.

“i love you.” satoru said, a sparkle in his eyes as he flopped back down on the bed, y/n’s face flushing.

satoru loved him. it wasn’t a hard thing to assume, but confirmation made everything better.

the forgotten words he had to say crossed his mind once more, his returning smile falling even with satoru’s cute mumbling. 

i have something i need to tell you.

the words wanted to push from y/n’s mouth, but he found a strand of restraint to keep them at bay.

it can wait for later. there’s no need to make satoru upset when he’s so happy.

the training fields were covered in snow as y/n woke up in the morning, suguru and shoko standing in their jackets under the pavilion. y/n’s eyelids slowly blinked as he adjusted to the morning light, his jacket thrown loosely over his unbuttoned uniform shirt. satoru came up behind him, slinging his arm over y/n’s shoulder like it was natural for him. like it was so natural, even though it caused y/n’s heart to flutter to the sky and made gojo’s cheeks turn the softest shade of pink. 

“good morning my favorites!” satoru cheered, jumping into the snow.

shoko sighed, putting one of her finger tips next to her ear to block the sound of satoru making a snow angel. suguru cringed, side eyeing satoru as he got out of his angel and ran to him and shoko, leaning in to try and conserve body heat.

“good morning, satoru.” suguru breathed out, satoru smiling happily as he attempted to mold himself to suguru’s side. y/n let out a soft chuckle as satoru began to happily talk about his morning with suguru.

the outside was filled with noise, shoko and suguru resisting from rolling their eyes as they watched satoru jump around happily like a child on a sugar rush. they talk between each other, their words exiting their mouths in a hushed tone.

”god, he’s so energetic.” suguru sighed, putting his head in his right hand, shoko tightening her scarf around her neck.

”i know, it’s so early. i just can’t believe anyone could like him when he’s so energetic like this.” shoko sighed, rolling her eyes as satoru jumped to y/n, adjusting his hat.

even though the two were quiet, y/n still heard their words, the things they were saying swirling around his mind.

how could anyone like him. how could anyone like him. how could anyone like him.

how could they say that about his satoru? they were friends, weren’t they? as satoru played with y/n’s collar, y/n changed his gaze to look at suguru and shoko, shaking his head knowingly.

suguru smiled weakly, moving from his spot to make a snow ball, throwing it at satoru’s head with a smile. satoru turned, his glasses falling off as he stared at suguru. “bring it on!” satoru yelled, separating himself from y/n to throw snowballs at his friend. a small grin appeared on y/n’s face as he saw the two interacting, getting shoko involved. their loud screams rang through the exterior, y/n watching them play.

he loved satoru so much.

“y/n, come join!” satoru yelled, suguru and shoko reciprocating his call. y/n joined them, throwing snow at the three with a smile on his face.

how could anyone like him? because he’s the kindest, funniest man in the world.

the heater in y/n’s dorm must have been broken.

there were 5 blankets on his bed and a cuddly satoru resting on his chest, but the air was still cold. the windows weren’t open, and the rooms had been temperature checked before winter started, so what could it be?

“i don’t want you to go.” satoru whined, looking down at his boyfriend. a pout rested on his lips, his bright, blue eyes staring into y/n’s. his fluffy white hair stuck up in every direction, y/n’s hands running through it. he was cold because y/n had broke his heart (figuratively) by saying he had a mission to go on. 

“i know. i’m sorry.” y/n’s voice was soft, a frown gracing his lips. satoru sighed, adjusted himself so he was situated in the crook of y/n’s neck, his hips wriggling before deciding on a place.

“i think the higher ups hate me. why are they taking away my boyfriend.” satoru whined, his words vibrating on y/n’s skin. “i could kill this thing in a minute and be back to you.” y/n winced slightly, pressing a kiss to satoru’s face. 

“…you don’t have to do all this work for me. besides, it’s a first grade, i’m a first grace sorcerer, i’ll be fine.” y/n countered, causing satoru to break out into a sea of whines and complaints. with a sigh, y/n pressed a kiss to the man’s lips, a smile begrudgingly appearing on his own. “you’ll live, toru. i promise.” satoru smiled, snuggling his head into his boyfriend’s chest.

“i know. you’re really strong.” satoru spoke, his voice deescalating from his normal loud demeanor. he let his quiet voice take over, a soft, gentle voice replacing the energetic voice he used to carry. “i love you.” he said, his lips attaching to y/n’s jaw as he pressed gentle kisses to the skin. y/n sighed, his hands raking through satoru’s hand.

he pulled satoru’s head off his jaw, connecting their lips. they moved together as one, satoru’s puffy, pink lips a calming medicine for his body. was it possible for a man to be this perfect? satoru’s hands gripped y/n’s free one, his lips moving faster. y/n moved his hand that laid in satoru’s hand to rest on his jaw, a smile on his face. lazily kissing his boyfriend was one of the best pleasures in the world, there couldn’t be anything better than that.

satoru situated himself on top of his boyfriend, his unoccupied arm wrapping itself around y/n’s neck until his palm was pressed against the baby hairs on the nape. their lips were slowly moving back and forth, like a dance that was a slow and constant tango. satoru was a weighted pillow, and he quelled y/n’s anxiety that easily. 

all the fear of something he had to say to his boyfriend, gone away in an instant. the words were gone from his lips, satoru taking them out through the placement of his own on y/n’s. a soft noise escaped y/n’s lips as satoru separated himself, a smile on his lips starting after seeing the thin strand of saliva breaking in between them.

“i’m staying the night with you. i’m going to be here when you leave tomorrow.” satoru affirmatively spoke, y/n smiling as he saw satoru wipe his lips.

“i guess i have all night to spend with you.” y/n spoke, satoru nodding, his hand squeezing y/n’s. “i love you.” he repeated, satoru rolling his eyes. the room was warm now, all the cold gone, y/n’s heart pumping fast as he saw satoru gaze into his eyes.

“yeah yeah, i love you too.” 

satoru was one of the best ways to get sent off before a mission.

y/n had been gone for a week.

a week was unnecessary for this mission. satoru knew this. his boyfriend was strong, so one grade one curse shouldn’t constitute a week long trip.

something had to be wrong. that had to be the only option.

satoru sat up in y/n’s bed, his eyes sore as he rubbed them. his heart was beating fast, too fast for a simple deep sleep.

help.

was he hearing something?

satoru.

he was definitely hearing something. y/n’s voice ringing in his ears, even though he was hundreds of miles away fighting a curse. even with this rationale, satoru got out of bed and put his slippers on. pathetic. the strongest, only showing weakness for the man he loves. satoru exited the dorms, running as fast as he could without tripping. the streets of tokyo pass by in a blur, his stomach clenching and his lungs barely able to catch oxygen.

he had to find y/n.

he looked down an empty block of land in some deserted city block, time slowing after he blinked. satoru’s eyes caught on a bloodied figure, the damage of a fight prevalent on the street. he recognized that figure anywhere. his y/n.

“no, no, no, no, no.” satoru muttered, running over to grab the man’s hand. blood pooled down his arm, satoru able to see the bone peeking through from where the blood flowed. “baby, what did they do to you?” he asked the question quietly, squeezing y/n’s hand.

“there was too many- curses. one was… a special grade?” y/n spoke, his words getting cut off by the closing of his eyes in pain. “it doesn’t hurt anymore.” he spoke, tears pooling in satoru’s eyes.

“i need to get you back to school. they can save you- baby you hear me?” he spoke, his voice frantic.

“satoru, i think i’m dying.” y/n’s voice was hoarse, the words coming out shaky. his hand reached up to hold satoru’s cheek, a scared look appearing on his face. “you’re… glowing. it’s beautiful.” he whispered, tears dropping from satoru’s eyes. satoru began to speak, y/n cutting him off. “if i’m dying, at least i’m here with the man i love.”

satoru broke. tears now flowed from his eyes, now taking in y/n’s appearance. his chest was bleeding everywhere, and there were cuts in the pants of his uniform, where more blood leaked out. dried blood was caked on his forehead, showing that he had been bleeding for a long time. there was nothing satoru could do for him.

he was dying.

“i love you. so much. with my entire heart.” satoru whispered, kissing y/n’s lips gently. it tasted like blood. satoru hated that taste, but he savored it. he could still find y/n’s taste inside there, even if it was subtle. 

“i love you too. forever.” y/n spoke quietly, his eyes glossing as he began to cry. satoru held the man tightly, disregarding the blood seeping into his pajamas, holding the man tightly as tears fell down his face and his breathing got slower until it stopped. 

satoru’s heart stopped along with it. he cried out, sobs racking his body as he held the man tightly, voice heard by no one.

if only he had gone on the mission instead.

satoru was empty.

his heart was beating coldly, nothing good happening from each beat. he was alive. that’s why it was terrible. he was living and y/n wasnt.

his eyes were red and puffy, no icepack cooling the pain. his legs ached from how much he sat in bed, and his eyebags were deep from sleepless nights haunted by his boyfriend. 

or, should he say, his dead boyfriend.

y/n’s funeral was small. yaga-sensei was there, and all the students (the living ones at least) showed up. even other sorcerors had shown up to pay their respects to the late, but seemingly great, l/n y/n. 

everyone was given time up. everyone, except satoru it seems. everyone, except y/n’s own boyfriend. one of the only people in the world that gave two fucks about him.

satoru’s fingers clutched at the black fabric of his uniform, his signature glasses traded for a black blindfold that blocked out all the light. it blocked out the thing that only y/n could have. bright light.

y/n was the light. y/n was the brightest sunshine. y/n made gojo, the world, shine and become complete. and now his sun was gone.

tears dropped from satoru’s eyes, rolling down his cheeks. they peaked from under his blindfold until they fell off onto the grass or rolled down his neck. he was tired of kneeling. he was tired of sitting on the grass in front of his boyfriend’s grave, waiting for the day when he could join him.

”why did you leave me?” he asked, his throat choking in fear and annoyance as he berated y/n once more. wasn’t this one of the stages of grief? satoru never paid attention when the teachers when on about that stuff in lessons. he never thought he would have to know it. even then, the words somehow floated to the front of his mind. anger. he was angry. he was angry with himself for not going to help sooner, he was angry at the higher ups for not understanding the situation they set y/n up in, and he was angry at y/n. 

why was he angry at the man he loved? 

it was pointless to be angry with him. no good would come from it. “i’m sorry.” he whispered, tears pooling as he let his throat relax. “i’m so sorry. i failed you.” his speech turned from words to mumbles until they became weak cries, satoru’s head falling into his hands.

how many times had he cried this week? how much had he lost of himself waiting for an answer from someone in power? someone above him? why was he hurting so badly? when would it ever stop?

he just wanted his boyfriend. satoru wanted nothing else but his boyfriend. nothing more, nothing less. he would give the entire world for this wish, giving up being the strongest just for one more day, no one more hour, no minute, no second with the man he loved. he would give it all for the man he loved.

not loved. loves. 

he loves y/n. he will always love him. 

picking his head up, satoru wiped his tears. he sniffled once more, then imagined y/n wiping his tears as he stood up, confidence and anger radiating off of his body. he wasn’t going to cry anymore. 

“i’ll make it worth it for you, y/n. i’ll make it worth it for you.”

was this the end?

satoru’s body hurt. what was left of it, at least. 

how much longer did he have before he faded away? minutes? seconds?

he wasn’t ready to go. all the students he had left to teach, all of the things he had to do. he couldn’t leave yuji, nobara, inumaki, maki, panda, and megumi. god, he couldn’t leave megumi. how was he supposed to make sure that jujutsu sorcerers continued to be strong? 

his eyes glossed over, blinking once, then twice as he looked at the sky. the sun was so beautiful. there was a beautiful glow, and he was brought back to high school. this must have been what y/n was talking about all those years ago when he died. the most beautiful glow filled the sky as his chest began to ache less, y/n’s face appearing in front of him.

“i told you not to join me so fast.” y/n said, his face clear from bruises and pain. satoru tried to speak, y/n shushing him. “come on, we’re together again at last.” y/n stuck out his hand, satoru reaching up to grip the skin. he could feel the skin. slowly, his body was lifted from pain and the blood and cuts taken as he was finally in y/n’s arms again. tears pooled in satoru’s eyes, feeling incomplete until y/n held him tightly. “i got you, love. it’ll hurt for a while, but i’ve got you.”

with a sigh, satoru nodded, kissing the man’s lips gently. god, he missed the feeling so much. his broken heart was finally put back together, a smile on his lips.

i needed someone who understood me like you. no more, no less.

“fushiguro, are you sure this is were gojo-sensei is?” itadori asked, fushiguro holding a bouquet of white flowers to place on the teachers grave. 

“i’m sure.” he said, sitting down in front of a pair of graves, placing the flowers down. the rest of the first years followed suit, itadori looking up to read the names and inscriptions.

l/n y/n, 12/24/2006 

gojo satoru, 12/24/2018

together forever.

i just want you to know who i am i just want you to know who i am i just want you to know who i am

the man satoru is... 3482 words

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hi...

didn't hit my goal of publishing 5 things this month and im rlly upset so im not gonna upload for a bit</3

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routine

nanami x male reader

notes: husband nanami! they're highschool sweethearts, he's still a business man, y/n's a teacher at jujutsu high, DISGUSTINGLY in love i can't stand them (i wrote this), unedited tw: cursing, nanami makes a joke abt tasting reader (they're brushing their teeth guys...)

…sun✰ the love i feel for this man has always been astronomical

life falls into routine as you get older. 

the familiarity of everything made it easy to repeat the same actions. every morning, every night, the same thing as the last. it was comforting, seeing kento come home at the same time every night. kento, returning back to y/n’s arms every night at 6pm, only an hour after y/n returned from teaching. 

the door opened at the same time it does every night, kento giving his standard “i’m home” as he took off his shoes and hung his suit jacket on the coat rack. y/n ran to the entryway, his arms wrapping around kento’s neck. they stayed their for a moment, y/n enjoying the feeling of kento’s arms wrapped around his waist while kento enjoyed the fresh scent of the body wash that lingered after his shower.

“hi baby, i missed you.” y/n spoke, pressing a gentle kiss to kento’s cheek. kento nodded, smiling softly. his hands loosened from y/n’s waist, going to take off his glasses and brush his blond hair out of its styled state. y/n’s hands reached up to loosen kento’s tie, a smile on his face as he leaned in to kiss the man. kento leaned into the sensation, his shoulders dropping to a relaxed position as he reciprocated the kiss until he couldn’t breathe anymore.

“i missed you too. work was so boring.” kento replied, y/n pouting. he slung kento’s tie over his shoulder, fingers clutching his chin gently, lifting it up into an angle. kento mirrored the man’s expression, sighing gently. the pads of y/n’s fingertips brushed nanami’s chin, the smooth skin familiar.

“why don’t you take a shower?” y/n prompted, kento letting out a gentle sigh. he leaned into the touch, mumbling softly. with a smile, y/n sent the man off upstairs. “you’ll feel better. i’ll make dinner, it’ll be ready when you’re finished.” his statement was spoken with a sense of finality, kento sighing as he left, waving his hands with a smile as he walked up the stairs, beginning to unbutton his dress shirt. 

kento was always quiet for about an hour after work. y/n understood that, he was silent for the hour before kento returned home. even though the house was quiet at the moment, when the love of his life was upstairs, trying to unwind from a stressful day at work. y/n worked in the kitchen with a smile. he prepared a simple dinner of rice and leftover hong shao rou from earlier in the week, steaming some vegetables to go alongside it.

within the half hour kento returned, water dripping from his bangs. he was donned in one of y/n’s school tshirts (the text saying something about tokyo winning over the kyoto school) and his boxers. y/n put the finished dinner on the table, turning around to look at kento. “you look handsome.” y/n spoke, kento walking closer until he was standing in y/n’s arms.

“thank you.” kento whispered, his arms snaking around y/n’s waist. his head tucked itself in y/n’s neck, pressing a soft kiss to the warm skin. “i missed you today.” he spoke again, squeezing his arms. y/n smiled, rubbing the man’s hair. 

“i have dinner. let’s eat, darling.” y/n replied, kento picking up his head and nodding. the two sat down, their shoulders side by side, eating silently. kento always ate his food quietly, just leaning against y/n, enjoying the warmth. his husband always loved the warmth. kento knew that. 365 days a year, it was the same thing as always, y/n letting kento act like a clingy cat, never getting angry at him.

and just on schedule, kento finished his plate, speaking his first consistent words of the night. “can i have a massage when we go upstairs? dinner was good as always. i love you.” kento’s eyes were rimmed with red, probably due to the amount he rubs them after spending hours upon hours reading paperwork. y/n finished his own bowl, placing it on the table. he nodded, separating their bodies to take the bowls to the sink. kento followed y/n, wrapping his arms around his husband’s neck.

y/n let out a laugh, pouring water into the bowls before turning around, pressing a kiss to kento’s lips. “let me give you your massage.” y/n spoke, kento nodding. the two walked up the stairs to their bedroom, kento pulling off his shirt as he sat on the bed. his muscles glistened in the dim light of the bedroom, y/n sitting down behind him. 

his fingers trailed to kento’s shoulders, prodding the tight skin. kento let out a soft sigh, relaxing into the touch. y/n moved his hands to touch kento’s lats, rubbing the muscles until they left their stiff state. he smiled as kento moved into y/n’s hands, relaxing his body against y/n’s. “thanks- fuck that felt amazing.” kento spoke, putting his shirt back on. “you’re amazing.”

y/n pressed a kiss to kento’s shoulders. “it’s nothing. you do it for me. let’s go wash up. i’m pretty tired.” kento nodded, turning around to kiss y/n’s lips before standing up. he went to the connected bathroom, lazily opening the door before turning around.

“you coming?” kento asked, y/n standing up with a smile. he entered the bathroom alongside kento, smiling happily as he wrapped his arm around kento’s waist. kento was brushing his teeth, toothpaste peaking out from his lips.

“did you grab your brush this time? or did you get mine again?” y/n teased, kento bumping his hip against y/n’s. a smile rested on his face after he took the toothbrush out of his mouth and spit. 

“no, wanted to taste you. of course i got my own toothbrush.” kento sarcastically replied, y/n brushing his own teeth. he rolled his eyes, kento wrapping his arms around y/n’s shoulders. “you’re pretty.” y/n spit the toothpaste out, gazing into the mirror with kento.

“i think you’re the pretty one.” he countered, kento moving his gaze to look in the man’s eyes. instead of replying, he decided to kiss his lips, a bright smile gracing his lips as y/n kissed back. their lips moved as one, hands going to their proper places like clockwork. they separated after a minute, kento turning off the lights and dragging them to the bed. the two got under the covers, y/n giggling softly as kento wrapped his arms around him, their lips finding ways to be back together.

the night continued in this way, the two going between sharing soft kisses, talking quietly, or laying in the others embrace. it was perfect, nothing out to get them. the worries in their minds flowed away, happy laughter allowed to escape their lips.

“love isn’t enough to express my feelings for you.” kento whispered, moving a piece of y/n’s hair out of his face, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. y/n let out a soft sigh, his fingers curling a piece of kento’s hair.

“i agree, you’re more than love.” y/n replied, kento letting out a soft yawn as he nodded his head. “let’s go to bed, you need it darling.” kento closed his eyes, tucking his head in the dip in between y/n’s neck and shoulder. his arms tightened their grip around him, a smile on his face as he drifted off to sleep. y/n followed shortly after, no nightmares plaguing his sleep.

routine was good. routine was familiar, and harmless. kento made it that.

kento is so husband 1280 words

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both of my loves

A “Who said it? Zayne or Saiki” game would be pretty difficult I feel. Both unemotional stoic sarcastic autistic dudes who wear glasses and are smarter than everyone else who have a soft spot for sweets