# ׂ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ .

[odorefal]

◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ athlete!sukuna has a thing for your lips.

you don’t even get a chance to secure your cherry-flavored lip balm before a strong, calloused hand plucks it right from your grasp without warning.

“hey!” you protest, turning to face sukuna, who grins like he’s just won something. he twirls the tiny tube between his fingers, clearly entertained, his gym bag slung casually over his shoulder. dressed in his practice jersey, he’s all sweat and arrogance, the scent of exertion clinging to him.

“what’s this?" he muses, turning the tiny tube over in his fingers. “cherry-flavored? figures. you always taste just as sweet as you act, sunshine.”

heat creeps up your neck, caught off guard by the nickname. he’s never called you “sunshine” before. “cut it out. just give it back already.”

“nah.” he grins, applying the balm like he hasn’t just committed a crime. your entire soul leaves your body. “you did not just—”

“mm,” he muses, tilting his head as he smacks his lips thoughtfully. “not bad, but i have a feeling it tastes even sweeter from the source.”

before you can protest, sukuna traps you against the lockers, his presence overwhelming—fresh sweat, burning heat, and stolen cherry. he tilts your chin up effortlessly, a knowing smirk tugging at his lips.

“only one way to know if i got the full effect.”

his lips press against yours—slow at first, then hungrier, stealing the cherry right off your mouth. when he finally leans back, you barely remember why you wanted your lip balm back in the first place.

with a cocky smirk, sukuna steps back and tosses the lip balm into his bag, watching it land smoothly beneath his spare jersey.

slinging the bag over his shoulder, he grins. “guess you’ll have to work for it.”

“unbelievable,” you mutter, glaring up at him. “absolutely insufferable.”

“and you love me.” he grins, tossing your stolen lip balm in the air before disappearing onto the court, leaving you utterly flustered and questioning all your life choices.

––

unaware of the stares he was getting, sukuna strutted onto the court—meanwhile, his teammates were trying to figure out why he suddenly had glossy, cherry-kissed lips, as if he wants to look kissable.

( kiss me instead ᐢ ̥_ ̫ _ ̥ᐢ )

[recoverdfile]

𝄞 ❤︎ཉ࿔ i blame it on your love, 𝒾 𝒹𝑜

[chaey2k]

        ✿  ‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̥°̩̥‧̥·̊ ✿ °̩̥‧̥‧̥ ‧̥˚̩̩̥͙·‧̥·̊‧̥ ✿

        #⃝ 🍥🦭   Kiss  of  Life !!

[ahimewa]

 

 

  

     🥣 ｡ ׅ ׂ     𝗂  𝖺𝗆  𝗆𝗒

                𝗈𝗐𝗇  𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗋𝖽.

[licoofe]

ꪆ୧‎‎‎ cat's advice 𝃞 ◌๋ 𝅘ྀི𝅥 ೃ

🐈‍⬛ ︵͡ ⁺ 𓎢𓎟𓎡 ೃ࿔͚𝆬 𝃞

[docces]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ◯ ₊˚ ｡ 𓈀 Я Can't Feel Завтра (〃艸〃)

֗ ִ ۫ ˑ ᳝ ࣪ ֗ ִ ࣪ ᳝ ࣪֗ ִ ۫ ˑ ᳝ ࣪ ֗ ִ ࣪ ᳝ ࣪֗ ִ ۫ ˑ ֗ ִ ᳝ ࣪ ִ ۫ ˑ֗ ִ ۫ ˑ ᳝ ࣪ ֗ ִ ࣪ ᳝ ࣪֗ ִ ۫ ˑ ֗ ִ ᳝ ࣪ ִ ۫֗ ִ ۫ ˑ ᳝ ࣪ ֗ ִ ࣪ ᳝ ࣪֗ ִ ۫ ˑ ᳝ ࣪ ֗ ִ ࣪ ᳝ ࣪֗ ִ ۫ ˑ ֗ ִ ᳝ ࣪ ִ ۫ ˑ֗ ִ ۫ ˑ ᳝ ࣪ ֗ ִ ࣪ ᳝ ࣪֗ ִ ۫ ˑ ֗ ִ ᳝ ࣪ ִ ۫

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𐙚 — 直井 怜 ˚ ₊ ‧ 〃❀˖ 〃 °.

[xhyzhao]

๋࣭ ✰ ⭑ all the girly girls .ᐟ

[endormelle]

𝓣op down, starin' at the stars, yeah ˚.

𝄃𝄃 ♪ !!!!!

゛ Attitude, so don't start shit. ⌖

˗ big moves , only Extra Large , 𝓨eah

𝓦ait ❪ do my ladies run this .ᐣ ❫

[zolass]

ㅤㅤㅤ𝗢𝘂𝗿 𝗔𝗯𝗱𝗶𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ···─OUR ABDITORY with Silvan

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤCharacter by @yanderefarm

Summary: It's strange how feelings can change over time, before he was just some human to you. So how did he become your favorite? wc: 1.2k

tags: fluff, ooc silvan + reader, mentions of sexual and a bit dark things ig, pretty silvan, +

Abditory: (n.) a place into which you can disappear; a hiding place.

Note: Soo only three more to go, Silvan as of currently has the longest one TvT Also I noticed that I actually struggle to write them fucked up, so probably all of them are currently getting babied by my ass. I had the idea yesterday but not as big as this, just the intertwined fingers the rest came from alone (and the title)

Anyways hope y'all enjoy this <3

It was yet again a rather dull morning, life got so boring, vampires took over the humans, having them as a simple food source, someone they could use for pleasure.

Being on the top of the food chain definitely got less and less exciting, while it also might be that you rather took some pity towards your pet, Silvan. Most of the time he was so– out of it. Scared you would throw him away, but god his blood was addicting and the way he always looked so blissed out after you fed on him.

So you decided to keep him longer, even as he slowly turned into a fool in love. You noticed how he looked at you, wanting to be the only one that you feast on. Which soon proved itself to be right as you brought a human just for a bit to– replace Silvan’s place.

The way his eyes filled with unshed tears, he didn’t get angry as you expected he would be, he simply ran and for the first time in a long time of your immortal life, there was a tug on your dead heart. 

Was it really good to slowly see him as more than a simple pet? Of course not.

But did you care after you saw his teary face, slowly getting brighter, as you told him he would be the only pet you would keep. Soon he clung at you, as a big smile was plastered on his lips, you couldn’t help but suppress a sigh as you wrapped your arms around Silvan, before you lifted him up and carried him to your room.

As you sit him on the bed, he quickly grasps the end of your sleeve. Your eyes found him, a pout settled on his lips and tears welled up in his eyes. “Don’t leave me,” he whispered with a shaky voice. Your eyes wandered over his body, he looked rather thin, not in a healthy way.

Slowly you sat down beside him, gently taking his hand off of your sleeve. A pitiful whine left Silvan, but you only took his small and boney hand in yours with utmost care. He looks so fragile, compared to your healthy being, “Are you eating enough?” You suddenly asked, before you gently intertwined your fingers with his. 

There was a moment of brief silence, as Silvan’s eyes were simply staring at your locked fingers with wide round eyes. His eyes opened and closed like a fish, before he seemed to remember your question, making him shake his head in slight shame. 

A slight scoff left you, before gently pushing Silvan back on the bed. “Well then, I’ll get you something to eat, while you rest.” Silvan wanted to protest, but you simply raised your hand, “Can’t have my favorite pet dying on me, can I?” Were your words, before you left the bedroom.

Silvan looked at the half closed door, like a deer in headlights. His hand moved to his chest, where his heart was beating erratically, clenching the fabric of his shirt.

He was your favorite.

Biting his lip was fruitless as the smile was still showing on his face. When you came back you felt the happiness radiating off of Silvan. You watched as he happily ate the food you brought him, watching as an imaginary tail wagged happily behind him. 

A small smile played on your lips, maybe it wasn’t that bad to have him by your side. He’s a refreshing change, from the oh so dull life.

With that a few months passed, as suddenly news spread of the humans fighting back their owners, you weren’t sure how it was possible, but there were also deaths of two vampires. 

It was shocking to hear, an immortal being dying? 

The news broadcasted how there’s multiple uprisings and riots in other cities. It wouldn’t be long until the same would happen in yours.

You were deeply immersed in your own thoughts, that Silvan actually managed to make you jump, ever so slightly in your seat. Your eyes met his round ones that were filled with concern. Over the past few months the relationship between you and your pet has gotten better, the happiness that he feels seemed to have an effect on how his blood tasted even more sweeter, that’s rather what you told yourself.

“I would never do anything like these people,” Silvan said, confusing you for a second until you remember the news that you both watched together. Your hand that was lazily wrapped around his waist, grabbed a bit tighter into his soft flesh. “I know,” you said while eyeing his figure. He had gained back a lot more weight, the ones half dead looking Silvan, now looked like a blooming flower in your arms. “But I won’t put you in the danger of other dumb beings, so we’re leaving.” You told Silvan, who looked surprised by your words.

“Where are we going?” He asked, and you couldn’t help but smile at him, “It’s going to be a surprise, but one thing I can tell you– there won’t be many people around to hear your cute moans in the future.”

A soft gasp left Silvan, while a blush formed on his cheeks spreading to his neck, as he squeezed his thighs together. Both of you didn’t do anything big sexually, you only jerked him off while you feasted on his blood. You still remember how his legs were spread open and shaking, while his head rested against your shoulder and the loud moans spilling from his lips.

It didn’t take long for you to secure everything that would be important for both of you to simply disappear from the public eye.

Another month passed in your new home, you were sitting at the dining table while Silvan tried to cook your guys lunch, his tongue sticking out as his eyes were focused on the food on the stove. His hair grew a bit longer and was tied in a messy half-up to keep the hair out of his face while cooking.

The Tv was on in the living room, connected to the kitchen, another news broadcast, humans and vampires were still fighting against each other, it was basically another war. Many hope that it will settle soon, tired of the losses both sides suffer. 

Soon a plate landed in front of you, and you couldn’t help but smile at Silvan, “Looks good,” you simply spoke. Yeah, as a vampire you don’t actually have to eat human food, but it made Silvan happy to cook for you and eat with you, so you did just that. “Do you think they would fuck?” Silvan suddenly asked, while cutting into the meat, you looked perplexed at him, Silvan has gotten a lot more bold and confident with you, speaking his mind rather openly, which can lead to situations like this.

“Who?” You simply asked him, now it was Silvan that looked at you, “Well Adin and Loic, they could be enemies to lovers..” Silvan said. His words made your mouth drop open, Adin and Loic were the current leaders in the ‘war’ so it was a rather weird question of Silvan, “Maybe you shouldn’t read too many books, dear.” You settled on this answer, Silvan only shrugged his shoulders before continuing to eat, “you never know, meanie.” 

With these words you both simply enjoyed the rest of the day, hopefully for a long, long time to come.

[carmellitta]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ♬ㅤ︶︶︶︶︶︶ㅤ♪

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𓈒⠀⠀ ֺ ⠀ׁthe ⍺ᩙᰰpplē  𑄹f ׁmy e͢ye   ♡

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ🍎﹐y𝘷͟𝘦͟𝘴͟ ͟ ⍺ׄpplᥱ g𝗂́rl⠀ׁ𓂃 𝆬 

[jimzittos]

ႋ 🍄 ͏͏ ͏ ೋꨶ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏staring at the door, ͏͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏͏ ͏͏just meet me with those eyes wide ⁎̯͡

[odorefal]

◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ how to fake date with fake boyfriend!athlete sukuna .ᐣ very much limited experience.

fake boyfriend!athlete sukuna, who agreed with his teammates – get a girlfriend before the season’s over. he just didn’t expect to want more than just the win.

he just needs to dodge some girl who’s been aggressively flirting with him, and you need an excuse to avoid a creepy dude who won’t stop texting you.

“we’ll fake date," sukuna proposes with that cocky smirk. “it’s not like we’ll catch feelings or anything.”

“are you sure? i don’t want that creep to bother me for the 56th time this week.”

“trust me, sunshine.”

fake boyfriend!athlete sukuna, who would take the acting slow but convincingly. he would start with holding your hands publicly while telling his dry jokes to you so all the people would believe him.

fake boyfriend!athlete sukuna, who would brushing his thumb over your hand. he’d play it cool — but the way his hand tightened in yours would give him away.

“it’s all for the show,” he would say.

but the way your fingers intertwine with his says otherwise.

“does it really have to be like this?”

fake boyfriend!athlete sukuna, who would would wrap one of your hair ties or bracelets around his wrist during every game, claiming it’s his ‘lucky charm.’ if you ever ask about it, he’ll say, “worked last time, didn’t it?”

fake boyfriend!athlete sukuna, who constantly reminds himself that you’re just friends — even when his heart races every time you smile at him.

err . . . you’re just a good friend to him.

fake boyfriend!athlete sukuna, who would slowly realize how pretty and captivating you are. from the way your eyes stare at his when you ramble about your day to him to the way your lips seem to soft while you speak, he just wants to feel how soft it is.

when you mentioned liking someone else, he would sit beside you, fists curling at his sides. his face would stay blank, but his voice would darken. “he better not disappoint you.”

fake boyfriend!athlete sukuna who think you deserve better than that trashy guy you mentioned. and he’s the best.

fake boyfriend athlete!sukuna who would sneak you into his team’s closed practice.

fake boyfriend!athlete sukuna, who always reserves the spot next to him — bus rides, team meals, wherever. if anyone tries to sit down, they’ll be greeted with a warning glare and clipped, “taken.”

fake boyfriend athlete!sukuna who would raise an eyebrow when you suggest to have a matching phone charms with him – just for fun. but he’II just shrug it off and let you pick which one you like.

when you actually really get him a matching phone charm, and even though it’s small and kind of cutesy, he’d attach it to his phone without hesitation.

front and center in the team’s photo, fake boyfriend athlete!sukuna’s fake girlfriend’s bracelet is right there on his wrist, and his matching phone charm would peeks out of his pocket proudly. if you say anything, he’ll just chuckle.

fake boyfriend athlete!sukuna who would take you out on a date to keep up on the act. but the way his thumb brushes your knuckles? that doesn’t feel fake. the way he’II hold your hand with him and place it in his pocket? doesn’t sound too fake either.

fake boyfriend athlete!sukuna who would using you as an excuse.

“can’t go out tonight — my girlfriend doesn’t allow me.”

oh, you both know that’s a massive lie.

fake boyfriend!athlete sukuna, who would carry your bag since it seems to heavy for you. (even when it’s not, for certain times.)

fake boyfriend athlete!sukuna who would feel if he will loses a game or feels like he underperformed, he’ll drag you to the gym late at evening or night, you call it.

sweat drips down his forehead as he sinks another shot. “49,” you call out. sukuna’s breathing is ragged, but he looks at you sitting there, waiting — and that’s all he needs to finish strong.

after the 50th shot, sukuna collapses on the floor, chest heaving. you walk over and drop down next to him, brushing damp hair from his forehead. he doesn’t say anything, but his hand finds yours.

gasps and shouts would fill the gym when the members saw you wearing sukuna’s jersey. “since when?” someone demands. fake boyfriend athlete!sukuna kisses your temple. “since they’re mine.”

fake boyfriend!athlete sukuna, who never shows it, but he does get nervous before big games.

he won’t say it outright, but you’ll catch him squeezing your hand a little tighter or resting his forehead against yours.

you later then would give your hair tie to him, telling that it’II be a silly “good luck” charm for him.

fake boyfriend!athlete sukuna who would open his wallet before his game begin, revealing a polaroid of you wearing his jersey number under the sunlight. he suddenly needs to be remember who he’s playing for.

he would spot you the second he steps onto the court. his eyes would narrow slightly, that nervous, yet cocky smirk tugging at his lips when you catch his gaze.

if he makes a shot, he’d turn toward you, wiping sweat from his brow and flashing you a knowing grin — like you’re the only one he’s playing for.

when his team scores, he would glance at you in the stands, lifting his chin as if to say, did you see that, sunshine?

if you cheer for him, his smirk would deepen, and you’d catch the subtle way he straightens up — fueled by the fact that you’re watching. if you smile or wave at him, he’d bite back a grin before turning back toward the game.

fake boyfriend!athlete sukuna, who would exclaimed energizedly as his team scores.

sukuna would walk straight toward you, ignoring his teammates’ cheers, would grab your wrist and pull you close, sweat-slick and breathless. “i told you, you’re my good luck charm," he’d murmur before brushing his thumb across your jaw.

fake boyfriend!athlete sukuna, who doesn’t care how sweaty he is — he will hug you immediately after his games.

“miss me?” he’ll question, pressing a kiss to your temple while you complain about how gross he is. “you’re smelling like rotten eggs with outdated pickles.”

you give him a playful judgemental look.

he just laughs warming-ly – except his teammates eyeing him up and down for noticing how soft he has been with you.

[recoverdfile]

ʈhe coloɽ oƒ mƴ ɦeaɽʈ ɩs lɩƙe a ƒaɗeɗ ƥɦoʈo ❀ ♪ ♥︎⁎̯͡ ʔ 🐚

[chaey2k]

  

   っ˕ ◟͈ ა I don't wanna free you.

No I just wanna feel you. ᮫۫ ⃝𐇲

[ahimewa]

               #⃝◌ 💷 ︵͡ ⁺

 Love me, leave me,

     Memories spread like poison.

[licoofe]

︶𝄄 𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁. ๑᪲͜✿𝆬

͚𝆬 𝃞 𝅘ྀི𝅥. ◌๋ 星 ׄ