#✖ he really is!!

[timeislikemusic]

Not nice to say, maybe— “But it’s true,” Qiao Ling counters, just as quick to maintain the banter. She’s always enjoyed doing this with him… moving from one lighthearted jest to another. It keeps the spirit of mutual pestering alive. She wouldn’t trade it for the world. 

Qiao Ling returns to the counter and continues to sort the things she bought, tucking most of them into the appropriate drawers. Her back stays turned to Cheng Xiaoshi and she’s silent until she hears him get to his feet. From the corner of her eyes, she catches his retreating form. “Don’t take too long!” she calls after him. “I’ll need help down here when you’re done.”

Technically, she doesn’t. She could have most everything organized, put away, and tended to for him by the time he comes back downstairs. Yet, she finds she doesn’t want to rush. Spending a little time together getting the studio in tip-top shape could be nice. If Cheng Xiaoshi feels up to it, too, it means she’ll be sticking around long enough to lend him an ear.

He huffs at her, but nevertheless despite his attitude to being singled out for doing things he shouldn't including looking like a soaked puppy he let it be, he supposes it serves him right for standing in the rain. Anyway she's worried and he knows that, hearing her footsteps, not paying particular attention. He didn't exactly expect Qiao Ling to do this but appreciated it and very much leaned in a bit like a dog getting a pet.

A soft smile as she does so, making a hum. "That's not nice to say to me." He replied in a joking manner, despite everything happy for Qiao Ling being there. Sighing he didn't bother answering, knowing he should actually get up and go change into warmer clothes, it was better than sitting here with wet ones on. He definitely catch a cold or worse if he stayed in them wouldn't he? "I suppose so."

He got up to do exactly that or at least change his clothes, walking to the stairs and starting up them to change and we'll just feel less like he's in a fuzzy as he is.

[jfouler]

thing i did not expect tonight at all was my own father talking to me about mouthwashing game lore 💀

[mcltiples]

"I-It's going to be Halloween soon."

art commissioned by @spookyfartduck || Rick V-79 as Dr. Frank N Furter in the second outfit that appears in the movie~ (Please don't reblog unless given permission to do so!)

[vindicain]

❛ what you want is very wrong. ❜ ( sherlock ) ✖ horror themed starters

silence falls for a long, pointed moment, the gap cain leaves after sherlock's statement charged with something, pregnant with promise. he should have something witty to say, a biting, sarcastic comment to make him eat the words he so confidently and carelessly spits out into the world. it isn't unusual for his motives to be questioned; the press does it as regularly as cain slips unseen into dark rooms and leaves without a speck of blood on him.

why does this bother him so?

cain watches him, and he waits, and he stays very, very still.

“ what i want, ” he begins, his consonants strong, harsh, “ is for the world to be a less cruel place. imagine, for a minute, what it would be like if people stopped hurting each other and taking advantage of the weaker individuals around them. ” too angry. cain hears it in his own voice. he carefully leans back in his chair, aims for nonchalance as he crosses his arms. “ is that so terrible? ”

@sayekh

[varnaedhar]

@aestasrosis | [cont.]

She's not exactly pleased to be there: it had only been through a mixture of coercion, threats, and a bargain with Qrow that she had actually dragged herself down to the event. The black dress was borrowed from another student, but fit her well enough, she supposed -- drawing attention to certain assets -- and her hair had been tamed down into something vaguely presentable.

Slipping in to draw as little attention as possible ( or so she thought, ) her gaze was perusing the Beacon ballroom when a familiar voice chimed in. Of anyone who could have found her, she supposed this was the least offensive option.

"...Funny, considering I'm fairly certain you're the one who put Qrow up to this little wager." There's a sharpness to her grin, a chuckle toying throughout the words. All bark, no bite. "Careful, Rose. I've got no sense of rhythm and heels. I'd hate to break your foot."

Not a refusal. Not even close.

[saintslaughter]

daily struggle to find appropriate musings because les isnt violent in the way he loves like he is in every other aspect of life.

[gloireceleste]

Any: who do you hate most?

unprompted goodness || always accepting

" would you believe me if i said, no one? "

[kitten4sannie]

mafia san! always gets what he wants btw, especially when it comes to playing with his favorite toy ♡

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“Look at me, baby, yeah, like that,” San whispers down to you, his breathy voice hardly reaching you past the sound of the loud, crackling fire blazing away behind you within the lavish living room of the estate, though you’re far too focused on the shlick sounds of San’s hand rubbing eagerly along his stiff, dripping cock to really hear what he’s saying to you. He presses a finger into the underside of your chin, tilting it up. “You look like you want something, princess. Use your words, will you?”

“I want to touch you, sir, please let me?” you ask, not even recognizing your own pathetic voice. When did you get this desperate for someone as dangerous as Choi San, the trusted head of the Park Estate? Your legs and feet start to grow numb underneath you from being in that same position for so long, encouraging you to lean forward, resting your head against his bare thigh, your eyes wide and full of need, feeling his muscles contract underneath your cheek as he tossed his head back, his fingers squeezing around the base of his throbbing erection. “I’ll be good, sir, I promise…”

Growing hotter by the second from the raging fire nearby and his pretty plaything quite literally begging on her knees just to put her hands on him, San opened up his heavy fur coat to expose the entirety of his naked body, his pretty tan skin glowing underneath the low light of the room. He gave you a smug sideways smile, angling his cock down to lightly smack it against your heated cheek, making you gasp. “Be good and spit on my cock, then, princess.”

Swallowing down the rest of your dignity, you pursed your lips, letting a few strings of saliva drip down onto the head of his cock, watching him eagerly lube it up, your cunt pulsating like it had its own heartbeat. His curved length was thick and heavy inside San’s slick hand, decorated with prominent veins that all led to the reddened, shiny tip. Your blushing face was mere inches away from it, admiring the way San continued to pleasure himself, from gripping at his swollen balls to running his fingers over one of his perked nipples. Not being able to do anything was simultaneously killing you inside but keeping the fire lit inside your core, and San knew that. That’s why he controlled you in this way.

“Does my pretty doll want to be even prettier for me? Hm? Does she want to be a good toy for me?” San hummed out in between heavy breaths, a few drops of sweat falling off of his jaw and wetting the fur of his coat, all the while thick beads of pre-cum pooled out of his slit and dripped down the swollen head of his cock.

“Yes, please,” you voiced desperately, your dilated eyes flitting from his pulsing cock to his fiery gaze, tears starting to blind your vision from how bad you wanted to taste the saltiness of his pre-cum on your tongue, drool escaping from your parted lips.

Chuckling softly at you, he reached down to slip his fingers into your hair, tugging you towards him just as his moans began to grow louder, taking his time as he painted your beautifully pitiful face with his hot load, making sure not to miss your glistening lips, smearing the last few dribbles of cum over them to finally give you a taste. That’s all it took for you to shudder and fall completely apart before him, falling forward into his bare lap, your mind spinning. You really were his toy, operating only for his own pleasure, which in turn had become your own, somewhere along the way.

San’s eyes resembled crescent moons, his smile only growing wider. He had molded you into the perfect pet.

“That’s my good slut. Now, it’s time to bend over and take what I give you.”

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© kitten4sannie, 2024.

[harumasa-wifey]

Omgomg i love your writing sm 😭‼️

Since you're open for request, can I request a doctor!reader with Harumasa? Imagine he is going to infirmary just to see reader 😔 maybe he pretend to be sick as an excuse just to see reader

➹Just Because I Like You a Lot

✖Asaba HarumasaxFem!doctor Reader

Warning: none just some fluff, not proofread

Note: yea i almost died last week/srs but only my left hand is injured so it's fine. Thank you for waiting i also have another similar request for doctor Reader and I am currently working on it.

The moonlight falls on the papers placed upon your office desk as you go on reading while sipping on your cup of tea with more papers in the piles beside your desk.

You weren't expecting any patients at this hour as you were checking some reports before ending your shift but as the saying goes, Expect the unexpected. So there he was entering your office with a pout on his lips looking beat up.

Your instant response was putting down your cup as you stood up, several thoughts running in your head. Did he get these injuries in a Hollow? Or worse fighting some high level ethereal.

“Who hurt you?” The worried look on your face was obvious as you asked him to sit down to take a look.

“Chief”

.....

“Huh?”

The worried expression was now replaced by confusion. Why would miyabi do that? Of course she should have a reason, those thoughts ended as he spoke up again.

“Well well isn't this embarrassing, the chief and I had a sparring session and now I look like this”

“Man she wasn't playing this time” he murmured under his breath which was pretty audible in the peaceful office. A light giggle broke out your lips as you came to the conclusion on why this had happened.

“Really Miss doc? I came up looking this injured in the night and you are laughing,Won't you at least treat me with care?”

“Pfft, it's just some minor injuries you been through worse asaba but don't worry I'll ask a nurse to fix your bandages”

You were about to make your way to your desk to call upon a nurse when he pulled you back hugging you from the back, his breath fanning over your ears as he mumbled.

“I didn't come all this way for you to push me out, you know how much i hate travelling long distances”

It's true he is lazy like that and it's not like he cannot do this by himself yet he is here asking for your help when he could be home sleeping.

You held his hand which was interlocked around your waist as you faced him.

“Alright, sit back down I'll do it”

He smiled like a kid winning a prize and sat back on the bed watching you move around the office gathering the first aid kit, you came back with the kit and several bandages in your hand placing them on the desk.

“Okay, show me the wounds that have been reopened”

“Do I really need to do all that doc? You already know where it is, can't I just sit here all pretty for you?”

He said as he gave you a teasing smile clearly stating his intentions once again.

You sigh as your hands hover above his his tie first then the shirt buttons undoing them one by one as he quietly indulges you taking it off him with a satisfied smile resting on his until you pulled off his waist and stomach, he lets out a low grunt trying to make it look like it hurt while you just stared at him unamused.

“Can you please be gentle with me doc? I am a really fragile person”

“I am sure no fragile person can charge into hollows like it's nothing but whatever you want”

You checked around his wound and it hasn't been opened which was good. You just need to change the dressing, as you were thinking of changing the dressing your fingers were hovering around his abs, and how could he miss out on a chance like this.

“You like what you see doc? It took a lot of effort so i would like you to parise me more if you wanna” he asked with a slight smirk adorning his lips. You quickly take your hand back tearing your gaze away from him to the box besides.

“Ahem, i was checking the wound” even though what you said was true he surely doesn't mind you checking something else out on him.

You slowly but carefully wrapped the bandages around him and put the box aside giving him space to dress up but it seemed like he didn't want to do that either.

“won't you help me with this doc?” you wish you could dig yourself a hole, his advances were getting too much for you to act nonchalant even though the blush on your face is quite obvious to him and he is enjoying every second of it.

You help him put on his shirt and tie back, whispering quietly under your breath which was clearly audible to him.

“You cannot keep getting away with this” before leaning in to give him a final kiss as you ward him out of your office to pack your stuff to leave with him, you know he is standing outside and he won't go anywhere without you.

[silkchvffon]

SHE IGNORES THE WAY HER HAND BUZZES in his, butterflies moving from her core all the way to her fingertips. it should feel natural — she's held hands with the other guys about a hundred times before, yet somehow everything has always felt different with jaiden. more purposeful, weighted, intentional. like everything with him matters. « oh, that was nothing. you should see the real deal, » dj jokes, the sudden sting her own quip brings offering an unwelcome distraction. luckily she doesn't have much time to consider retracting her remark. « hey, you know you don't need to apologize to me. ever. » she gives his hand a reassuring squeeze and is about to crack another joke when andy's piercing voice makes her turn around. she's already annoyed about his lingering presence and annoyance soon turns into anger when he opens his big mouth to speak again: hey, how does a girl like you end up with a guy like jai anyway ? i mean, no offense, but he can hardly be the most eligible bachelor around, right ? there was this one time in grade 9 —— dj tunes andy out and tilts her head up to look at jaiden instead. the immediate need to smooth out his frown hits her like a bullet train and if it wasn't apparent already that andy is nothing but a bully with some sort of complex it certainly is now by the way he keeps droning on. they could leave, but something tells dj that andy is the type to follow — at least that'll be her excuse for what she's about to do next. it happens too fast for her to actually think it through: the way she gets up on her tiptoes, the way she lets go of jaiden's hand only to tilt his head to face her, the way they lock eyes for just a second, everything in dj's gaze conveying the question do you trust me ? everything in dj's heart pleading for him to feel it, too. and then her plush lips find jai's and he tastes of peppermint and pretzel and home.

his words often had a habit of falling before he could give them quite enough thought, first response in his head offered without consideration of whether there might be a more diplomatic option - at least when it comes to the male currently stood in front of them. his own eyes can't help but narrow as he takes in the way andy's looking at dj, grateful for the hand gently squeezing his own when it stops him taking a step forward to say something about it. instead he allows himself to be pulled quickly away, satisfaction at least taken from the speechless expression that paints the other male's features. “ trust me, i hate that guy too. ” he agrees with a light grin, coming to a slow stop just a little further up from their prior spot to turn and face dj. “ thank you though — you were great. the best fake girlfriend a guy could ask for. ” which doesn't quite explain why he still hasn't let go of her hand, his own free one raising to pull anxiously through dark hair as he glances back in aiden's direction. “ i'm sorry about that, by the way. him, obviously. but what i said too — i would have mention it to you before, it's just... not something i tend to bring up. ” which was unusual with dj. there was very little she didn't know about him and yet for some reason it felt strange to discuss his exes with her. especially ones that went badly.

[acciotaitlynn]

Hey! IDK IF U ARE TAKING REQUESTS AT THE MOMENT BUT FIGURED I ASK JUST IN CASE!

Imagine Doctor Zayne and MC with unspoken feelings, they both liked each other since childhood but neither of them saying anything to each other about it.. UNTIL

one day MC shows up to the hospital with a wounded partner (Aka pookie Xavier) and guess who’s treating him?? DR ZAYNE.

And MC is all worried about Xavier and putting his hands on her shoulders and brushing the hair out of his forehead and Dr Zayne is like like.. 😡🤨😡😡 but he has to remain professional

ANYWAYS an idea, feel free to make ✨spicy ✨if you would like!

Hiii ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ this is actually my first request and it was so much fun, thank you for sending it! 10/10 idea btw. I followed my heart—it spicy💦

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Zayne often found himself lending a hand across various departments in the hospital, a routine occurrence, especially during periods of understaffing. Despite the extra burden it placed on him, which was often more mentally taxing than the surgeries he performed, Zayne never really minded.

On the days he conducted rounds, he encountered more challenging patients and situations than he could count. Yet, none matched the weight of his current predicament. As he stood there on the threshold of exam room 5, Zayne observed you—concern etched on your face—as you gently swept a lock of hair from the forehead of a pale-haired figure.

He wasn’t sure how long he stood there, breathless, before you noticed him, your eyes filling with relief. “Xavier! He’s here—the doctor I told you about—he’ll take care of you, I promise,” you reassured the man on the bed, turning to Zayne with a silent plea; urging your best friend to ease both Xavier’s worries and your own. Zayne watched your gaze return to Xavier as you assessed his wound, squeezing his hand in silent encouragement.

The wound looked severe to you—it was probably the worst injury you’d seen Xavier sustain while on a mission. In a testament to his promise to always protect you, Xavier had risked everything, taking a wanderer’s claws to the stomach by leaping in front of you at the last moment. You couldn’t wait for him to recover so you could scold him for his reckless bravery, even if it wouldn’t change anything—Xavier would make the same choice again in a heartbeat. 

Meanwhile, Zayne still lingered silently by the door, hesitating as though contemplating escape. You shot him a pointed glare, making sure Xavier wasn’t watching, before mouthing, “What the heck are you doing?” while gesturing for him to come closer. You couldn’t help but wonder why Zayne seemed so uncharacteristically unsettled; he was usually the epitome of professionalism at work. Having been inseparable since childhood, you could sense when something was off with him—and something definitely was. But now wasn’t the time to address it, not with Xavier bleeding on the bed, his big blue eyes clouded with pain.

Zayne shut his eyes tightly, taking a deep breath to regain his composure. By the time he opened them again, he was confident his expression no longer revealed his inner turmoil—the struggle of watching the girl he secretly loved show such obvious concern and affection for someone that wasn’t him. He approached Xavier, carefully examining the wound the man had apparently endured while saving you. So what? Zayne had saved you countless times, he was always ensuring your safety and well-being—even in ways you weren’t aware of. Yet, you never fawned over him like this.

When Zayne finally spoke, his voice was eerily calm, his demeanor a mask of professional detachment. “It’s not as bad as it looks,” he assured Xavier. “It will require stitches, and I’ll prescribe a strong round of antibiotics just to be safe. I’ll also arrange for something to manage the pain, and give you instructions for home care.” Xavier nodded, and you felt a wave of relief at the thought of easing his discomfort. Zayne returned the nod and left the room without meeting your eyes. 

As Zayne stitched Xavier’s wound, he continued to ignore you, only acknowledging your presence when he dried his hands and prepared to leave. Your stomach sank when he finally looked your way. It was rare for Zayne to be upset with you, and even during those rare times, he had never looked at you like this. Though his face remained calm, a sharp hint of anger and hurt simmered just beneath the surface, startling in it's intensity. “Zayne?” you started, but he cut you off with a flat tone, “The pain medication should take effect soon. It will help him rest. We’ll keep him under observation for a few hours.” Then he was gone, the door swinging shut softly behind him.

You couldn’t think of anything you’d done recently that would warrant such an attitude. Sure, you hadn’t been sticking to his recommended sleep schedule, and there was that time you snapped at him for using his evol to catch a plushie, insisting it never worked anyway. But none of those felt significant enough to explain the emotions you just saw swirling in his eyes. You turned to Xavier, gently smoothing his hair. He seemed more at ease, his eyes fluttering shut as you encouraged him to rest.

You waited at Xavier's bedside, feigning interest in the cooking show on the screen while nurses came and went—but your mind was consumed with thoughts of Zayne. His behavior gnawed at you, intensifying your frustration by the minute. Not even an hour had passed before you found yourself bolting from the room, following the familiar route to his office. He didn’t seem surprised at all when you burst through the door, almost as if he’d just been waiting there for you the whole time.

“What’s wrong with you?” you demanded, unable to hide the irritation in your voice. Zayne didn’t even look up; he simply adjusted his glasses and continued typing. “I don’t know what you mean,” he replied in a bored tone. “Yes, you do! You’re treating me with peak Zayne-saltiness. Please, tell me what’s going on.” Your tone softened, pleading with him. You hated when Zayne was upset, and, as frustrating as he was being— you still wanted to make things right. Placing your hands on his desk, you leaned over to press your forehead against his. “Please,” you repeated, hoping to break through his wall. He leaned back in his chair with a sigh, his gaze unreadable as he looked at you.

Zayne really wanted to avoid this conversation, and regretted his earlier behavior immensely; knowing it would lead to this moment. But as you pleaded with him, words slipped from his lips against his will, drawing him closer and closer to the truth he had kept hidden for so long. “How long have you known the hunter? You two seem quite close,” Zayne inquired. You tilted your head, studying him. “Are you jealous, Zayne?” The question felt absurd the moment it left your lips—Zayne had never shown interest in you like that, no matter how much you wished he would.

He averted his eyes. “I’m allowed to ask these types of questions. I promised Josephine that I would always protect you—It helps to know the people you associate with.” You rolled your eyes at his feigned nonchalance. “Well, I met Xavier shortly after joining Unicorns. We met under… odd circumstances, but he’s become a good friend and a reliable partner.” Walking around his desk, you gently lifted Zayne’s chin to meet his eyes. “I know you’re not—but if, by chance, you were jealous—he truly is just a friend. Sometimes I think he might want to be more, but… I’m not interested in him like that.”

Your words were honest. Zayne’s eyes searched your face intently. “What if I told you that I am jealous?” His voice was so soft it was barely a whisper. Your response was just as quiet. “You… but why would you be?” He gave you a sad smile, his fingers lightly brushing your cheek as he tucked a stray lock of hair behind your ear. The sadness etched onto his face was unbearable, and you weren’t sure if he was saying what you hoped he was—but you decided that it didn’t matter. Closing the distance between you, you cupped his face and pressed your lips to his.

Relief flooded through you instantly—no matter the outcome, at least you wouldn’t have to hide your love for him any longer. Zayne froze beneath you, eyes wide as he watched your lids gently close, a look of bliss washing over your features as you leaned into the kiss. Slowly, his hands slid to your waist, guiding you between his legs as he enveloped you in his arms. He deepened the kiss, a soft groan escaping as his tongue met yours. The taste of you was familiar—like all the times he had pressed a chaste kiss to your cheek or forehead—but now he could fully savor it—every sense was focused on you, leaving him utterly intoxicated.

What began as a gentle exchange quickly turned hungry, and you responded in kind, your hands tangling in his hair as you pressed against him. Rising from the chair, Zayne cleared the desk with a careless sweep and lifted you onto its surface. The intensity in your gaze as it roamed over his body without inhibition, lingering dreamily on the outline of his erection, was almost too much for him. He’d never dreamed you might look at him this way, and now that you were? It took all his strength not to lose control, everything inside Zayne urging him to claim you; to be with you as he’d longed to for so long.

He knew he should stop—he yearned to take his time, to cherish every part of you—a plan he had imagined in great detail over countless daydreams. But those plans vanished when your soft voice pierced the moment. “How long have you felt this way?” you asked, needing to know if he had wanted you for as long as you had him. “Perhaps from the moment I performed surgery on your melted popsicle,” he confessed.

Zayne was your closest friend; you thought you knew him as well as you knew yourself—how had you missed it? Then again, he’d missed your true feelings, too. In a small voice, you admitted, “I’ve wanted you for as long as I can remember, Zayne. I told myself I was content with being your friend… but every day was harder than the last. If this hadn’t happened… it probably wouldn't have been long before I caved and told you.” Disbelief clouded his expression, his breath momentarily forgotten as his heart pounded in his chest. Realizing he wasn’t going to make the next move, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him back into a kiss.

Your kiss was softer this time—savoring the feel of his lips against yours and the tiny whimper that escaped him as you placed gentle kisses along the contours of his face. With a teasing smile, you began unbuttoning his white coat. “I can’t tell you how many times I’ve envisioned doing this,” you said, as you pulled it off and tossed it carelessly across the room. “Just as satisfying as I imagined,” you confirmed, taking in the scars that trailed out from his rolled sleeves with hungry eyes. Zayne chuckled, meeting your lips again. Not even giving him the chance to gather the courage to remove your own shirt; you pulled it over your head, quickly adding it and your bra to the pile on the floor.

His eyes couldn’t drink you in fast enough. He admired you for a long moment before reaching out to brush a thumb over your peaked nipple. Biting his bottom lip, he gently tugged at the bud, watching your breast bounce back into place. Something seemed to ignite in Zayne then, his mouth eagerly exploring every inch of your chest with a newfound urgency. His teeth and lips worked gently to leave light marks on the soft mounds. He pulled back to admire his handiwork, contentment and desire clear in his gaze. “All mine,” he murmured, almost to himself. But you heard him. “All yours,” you confirmed softly. It was the truth—it always had been. Zayne drew in a sharp breath, momentarily freezing as disbelief gave way to sheer happiness at your words. You couldn’t remember ever seeing him so joyous.

The two of you became a whirlwind of lips and teeth, you marking him with your own love bites while his tongue sought out the most sensitive areas of your skin, leaving you trembling and breathless. Zayne was so lost in the moment that he barely noticed when you slipped off your panties and pushed your skirt above your waist. His attention snapped back when you propped your feet on either side of you, parting your legs to reveal yourself entirely.

The sight was overwhelming for Zayne—your soft breasts, swollen and red from his touch, and your beautiful form; heat glistening with arousal just for him. “Your turn,” you teased with an eager smile. In that moment, nothing else existed for you as he slowly unbuckled his belt, lowering his slacks just enough to free himself. Over the years, you’d caught glimpses of Zayne in swim trunks or boxers—enough to fuel your fantasies. But seeing him now was incomparable to anything you’d imagined. His cock was thick, perfectly so, and the thought of accommodating him sent a thrill through you. It was long, too, with a curved tip that promised to hit all the right spots inside you. Watching precum drip along his length, you couldn’t resist gathering it on your fingertips and licking them clean with a sigh.

Zayne was captivated by the sight of your face filled with delight at the taste of him, your eyelids fluttering shut in ecstasy as you sucked the slick digits. “You’ll be the death of me one of these days,” he murmured, capturing your wet lips in a searing kiss. With no resistance left, Zayne’s touch was uninhibited. His grip was firm as he pulled you closer, your hands tangling in his hair again as his kisses trailed down your stomach and across your sensitive inner thighs. He delighted in the way you giggled when he nibbled on certain spots, soothing them with his tongue, savoring every sound you made.

Your giggles turned into a deep groan as he licked a flat stripe across your cunt, eagerly slurping up your arousal. The vibrations of his groan against your clit shot straight to your core, making your body sing with pleasure. You tasted even better than Zayne had imagined, making him wonder if he could get addicted to your essence alone.

Your murmured chants of his name spurred him on, his tongue exploring every inch and crevice of you, memorizing the spots that elicited your loudest cries. He grappled with maintaining his composure against the tight embrace of your walls around his tongue—so snug that Zayne wondered if you'd be able to take him fully when the moment arrived.

Your soft, slick skin felt incredible beneath his tongue and lips; the taste and scent of you completely consuming his senses. He was utterly lost in you. It was unclear how long he stayed between your thighs, his tongue languidly dipping in and out before drawing lazy circles on your swollen clit; almost teasingly. When you finally couldn’t take it anymore, needing more than anything to finish with him inside you—you pulled him up to meet your gaze. His lips and chin were coated in saliva and your essence, a blissed-out expression lingering on his face. Reaching out, you wrapped your hand around his length, pumping to spread the generous amount of precum gathered at the tip. Your other hands drew him closer as you spread your legs wider, softly rubbing his cock through your folds. Your gaze locked onto his as you guided him inside, his forehead resting gently against yours as his panted breaths caressed your face.

As Zayne pushed deeper, nearing halfway, you too began to worry that you might not be able to take all of him. His murmured words of encouragement were a soothing presence in your ear, accompanied by the gentle stroke of his fingers through your hair as you struggled to accept the rest of him. “That’s it—just breathe for me, love. You’re doing so well.” When he bottomed out with a soft exhale against your cheek, you both stilled, tears forming in your eyes at the perfect fullness of him inside you. “Is this okay?” he asked softly. “S’perfect,” you sniffled, beginning to move your hips against him.

He set a steady, deep rhythm, marveling at the sight where the two of you were joined. Your body eagerly welcomed him, and if Zayne pulled away for even a moment, your hands and cunt instinctively drew him back in. Seeking Zayne’s gaze, your wide, teary eyes locked onto him with a sudden intensity. “I thought that I'd never get to have you like this…never be able to show you how much I—” Your voice faltered, a wave of embarrassment washing over you at revealing so many hidden emotions so quickly—you weren’t sure how deeply Zayne’s feelings ran, and giving so much of yourself without knowing was daunting. His hand cupped your cheek, the look of complete adoration in his eyes soothing your fears instantly. “I understand,” he assured you. “I feel…complete, for the first time in my life. It’s overwhelming.” Your tears began to flow freely at the sincerity in his confession, and you couldn’t help but plead, “I need more.” His hands gripped your hips tightly, fingers dimpling your skin as he pushed your legs further back, allowing his cock to delve deeper. His thrusts turned almost primal for someone usually so gentle—his hands on your hips served to keep you from sliding across his desk as he drove into you.

Zayne needed you—more than you could possibly understand. With each deeper, harder thrust, he felt the ache of longing start to fade as the relief of finally having you trickled in. His name slipped from your lips like a whispered prayer as you felt your walls clench and throb wildly around him, ecstasy pulsing through your body in waves. Your desperate plea, “Need you to cum inside, Zayne,” was his undoing. His hips stuttered, and with a deep final thrust, he spilled inside you, his warmth filling you completely.

Even as his movements stilled and he softened within you, your eyes remained locked. Slowly, a smile spread across your face, mirrored by Zayne’s own grin, and you both beamed at each other like a couple of love-struck teenagers. As he gently pulled out, Zayne drew you in for a lingering kiss, pressing a tender one to your forehead with a soft chuckle. You lingered in that blissful moment, wrapped in each other’s arms, unwilling to let go. Then, a sudden thought jolted you back to reality. “Xavier!” you exclaimed, remembering your friend and nearly leaping off the desk.

Zayne’s grip on your hips held firm, stopping you in your tracks. He kissed you again, determined to push thoughts of the hunter out of your mind. He realized now that he had no reason to be jealous—but that didn’t mean he couldn’t be a little selfish. Now that he had experienced your affections being fully focused on him—Zayne was determined to keep it that way a bit longer.

“He’s fine,” Zayne assured you. “He has an excellent nurse tending to him. You’re not needed right now.” You raised an eyebrow at his new mildly possessive attitude. He continued, “The painkillers will keep him comfortable for another hour or so. And if necessary, I can always order more.”

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[vonlycsnn]

✖ — EARLY-HALLOWEEN SPECIALTY — ✖

　　　　　　VON LYCAON x GN READER

- SYNOPSIS: you go on some decoration hunting with Lycaon in preparations for Halloween, that's when something caught your attention.

- CW/TW: none.

- A/N: oh my god oh my god oh my god HELLO HI HI HEY ITS ME. THE GUY WHO WROTE A LOT OF LYCAON X READER FICS BACK IN JULY AND EARLY AUGUST!!! IM SO SO SO SO SORRY FOR THE MASSIVE INACTIVITY... (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠) September has been hectic for me and writer's block hit me like a god damn truck so I haven't been able to fully indulge myself into writing. I've missed you all so much waaaa...hopefully i can write more stuff for you lovely ppl!

Your eyes lingered towards the clothing store next to you, staring at the Halloween costumes displayed in the front.

As you became lost in your thoughts, a familiar voice snapped you back to reality. Your body shook up in surprise, but you immediately calmed down when you turned around to see him.

Your one and only love.

You had nearly forgotten that he was fetching something of his own importance and that he requested you to wait outside for a bit.

His gaze followed yours, taking a quick look at the displayed costumes and looking back at you.

"My apologies, master. It seems that I've kept you waiting." He said. You shook your head in response.

"It's fine, Lycaon; you didn't take that long."

You reassured him. Before you could say anything else, your eyes lingered towards the displayed costumes again. Lycaon took notice of this.

"Something in your mind, master?" Lycaon asked.

You snap back to reality once more and shake your head, assuring your thiren butler that everything's okay.

As the two of you were walking towards the parking lot of Lumina Mall, you couldn't help but wonder. A thought that stayed with you ever since October rolled in. You suddenly stopped, standing there as you continued to be deep in your own thoughts. Of course Lycaon became confused and worried by your actions.

He approached you, carefully grabbing your face and pulling your gaze over to him.

"Master, if you need anything else, there's no need to hesitate. Just tell it to me; I've reminded you of this many times already." Lycaon said.

"Im okay! I just...thought about something." You looked away in embarrassment.

"There's no need to hide, master. I will not shame you for what you have in mind."

You hesitate, inhaling and exhaling until you finally build the courage to speak up. You could tell that Lycaon is very focused on you; oh, what a gentleman he is.

"Ive been wondering, Lycaon. What...do you usually dress as during Halloween?"

You finally asked. While you can't see it because of his restraints, you can tell he raised his brows in confusion.

You suddenly felt embarrassed from asking such a question, and the air became heavier for you. It doesn't help the fact that Lycaon was just standing there...menacingly.

But just as you opened your mouth to apologize, Lycaon laughed softly. You looked back at him to see his cheeky little smile.

"Now what brought up that question, love?"

Lycaon takes a few steps towards you as you try and answer his question.

You hesitated again, completely scrambled by your own thoughts. Is it really okay to tell him this? Yes. No. Absolutely. Not at all.

Lycaon slightly titled his head as he waited patiently for your answer, his eyes straightening in case he doesn't hear you well enough.

"I just..." Breathe. Just breathe.

"Saw a big bad wolf costume earlier, from the fairytales, y'know? And I thought it'd..."

You looked back at him. Weirdly enough, he reminded you of those cute dog pictures where they tilt their heads in the same manner.

"It'd look good on you...maybe?" You awkwardly laughed to yourself.

Silence followed, and oh, did you feel like you wanted to throw yourself into a companion hollow and get ether corrupted—You hated every second of it.

Lycaon merely chuckled, walked up to you, and guided your gaze onto him.

"Well, would you like to go back and see how it looks on me then?" Lycaon suggested.

"Huh?"

"I'm no fan of having to act as a villainous character when it comes to these. However, I do find myself...enjoying dressing up as that antagonist in particular for some odd reason."

You weren't showing it, but you suddenly felt all giddy when you heard those words come out of his mouth. You gently took his hand and pulled him back towards the mall entrance.

"What are we waiting for then? I want to see how good it looks on ya!"

[mcltiples]

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Sat down in a chair that Rick happened to find, he spun from side to side. As he thought of how to put his thoughts together. It would be tricky, considering his first instinct was to word vomit. Even if nothing ever made sense, it always made sense to himself. However, if a certain someone was listening, he wanted to make sure that he stated his opinions very clear.

"Master is very interesting, I-I've known him for a short time, yet, I-I've seen so much of him, things he doesn't realize that he's shown me," Part of that was due to his observant ways, he couldn't help to analyze the man. He was obsessed and it's how his mind worked. "He's powerful beyond words a-and I'm happily terrified of the things he could do,"

An oxymoron, but that's the only way to describe it. He's accompanied him on a few adventures. The things he's seen that man do, it brought such a delight to him. Validating his inner twisted feelings. Of how he chose the right man to worship.

"A-At this point, I-I think that I'll stay by his side for however long he wants me, if he doesn't need me, he can kill me and dispose of my body in any way he wants," It was spoken so matter-of-fact and without an infliction of any feeling, that the words almost sounded hollow. Yet, he meant every single one.

Leaned back against the chair, he closed his eyes. "Y-Yes, I think I'll allow that. And if he chooses to keep me, then that would be better. As long as I can remain by his side, I-I don't mind what he does or what he wants from me," Which still left him confused, as to who he exactly was to the man other than a fervent worshipper and someone who entertained him. "But that is Master's decision to make. I-I will wait patiently for clarification, right now, things are the way they are and they don't need explanation."

Eventually, he will have to get one. After all, he may be loyal, but he doesn't do anything for free. There's always a price and he will be patient enough to earn it.

[ioniansunsets]

I'm totally understand you about college! Mine is slowly killing me sometimes. Know it's hard, but remember to take a break if you really need one. <3

Oh and if you still talking requests... can I get one with Sett or Kayn, where s/o is jealous about rumoms that they're with Ahri/Akali?

Thank you :3

✖ Heartsteel!Kayn and Heartsteel!Sett With a Jealous Reader ✖

✖ Word Count: Sett 486 Words | Kayn 511 Words

✖ Tags: Established R/S | Hidden RS

✖ A/N: It has been so long I am so sorry omg guess who is FINALLY back to writing now that colleg is done I guess. Oops. Oops. Oops. (But yes I wrote this with a, can’t announce they’re dating yet due to circumstance, in mind)

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SETT

Sett is understanding beyond anything and a gentleman to boot. He would notice before you even say anything about it. Sett can tell from the slightest change in your behavior that something was bothering you and ask you about it.

—

“ Come on babe what’s wrong, don’t like ya lookin’ all sad like that.”

A gentle grip as he pulls you up from the couch onto his lap. Face nuzzling your neck as he tries to get you to talk. Puppy dog eyes from your lover was all it took to get you to sigh as you spoke about your small…ok maybe, your average sized problems. His face breaking out into a comforting smile as you spoke, adjusting himself so that you could lie into his chest instead as you spoke.

—

Telling him the way fans keep shipping him with Ahri just because the two of them were stunning Vastayans in media would just make him give you a hearty laugh. Arms around you he’d shower you in kisses, telling you not to bother about fans like that.

Of course it doesn’t end at just telling you it’s ok. Sett would do his best to show that you are the only one for him too. When there are interviews or shows within their shared music label Sett would consciously stay a respectable distance from Ahri. (Of course explaining to her his want to stamp down the rumors of which she readily agrees to)

Sett is a gentleman so of course he is nice to the girls still, but all the sweet things extend to you too. Plus, beyond that he gives you special treatment when you two are outside together. Letting you know if he has shoots with her so you can drop by to feel the comfort of knowing there’s nothing to be worried about. Wearing things with your initials, wearing your colors or matching accessories with you whenever he can so that so that it is clear to others that he is taken and is in love with someone else.

He comforts you of course, gently making sure you understand that as a public figure he can’t do much about the things people say and do about him online, but at the least, he can post some subtle couple pictures with you online, telling fans (untargetedly) that he isn’t comfortable with being shipped with other idols.

And later on your relationship, when the situation arises and management approves of announcing his relationship with you, it is you he has in his arms. Hand outstretched to help you out of the limo at a red carpet event. Bright smile on his face as he looks at you with all the love in his eyes as you dress to the nines with him looking both amazing, proudly showing you off to the paparazzi to settle things once and for all. He was taken and he was yours.

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KAYN

Kayn would notice when he comes back from a dinner function with K/DA to see you looking really pouty at him from the bed. Alright, something was wrong here, the real question is, was it his fault?

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“ Hey babe um…did I…did I do something wrong? It’s not cos I came home so late right?”

Throwing off his branded jacket to the side, kicking off his shoes, Kayn would slowly make his way over to the bedside, sitting by you as he looks at you concerned. Hand reaching out to comb through your hair to try and console you. The soft feeling of his nails gently scratching your scalp to coax you into confiding in him helped of course. A soft sigh leaving you as you showed him all the posts in the KaynKali tags online. You knew he loved you and they were just childhood friends but still it was tough to see fans ship them together.

—

He laughs first, loudly. Thinking so obviously that you were joking to be jealous of Akali of a people. He only suddenly stops as he sees you hurt and glaring at him frustrated.

Apologizing furiously as he pulls you in for a tight hug. Telling you about how he has no intentions like that with her and she definitely doesn’t look at him that way either. As far as he is concerned they are both furthest from each other’s type, she’s a sister to him and that you have nothing to worry about. Whatever ‘chemistry’ fans see were just their irritated banter between close friends, nothing more!

A smug smile on his face as he peppers yours in kisses, jokingly asking you if you wanted him to post all his couple photos of you guys to social media right now. Sure it would start drama and management would kill him but he loves you and mischief isn’t something he shys away from. The only reason he hasn’t was because he treasures his privacy with you afterall.

With you in his arms he whips out his phone for you to see, sending Akali a text to ask about what she felt about all this only to have her reply with a photo of her flipping him off and blocking him. “ See? Nothing to worry about baby. My love only belongs to you.”

But of course, it doesn’t just end there. He doesn’t hard announce your relationship or anything but whenever you two go out together he happily holds your hand or has an arm around your waist. He doesn’t hide you and proudly shows you off but never making it official until management lets him.

When the time comes and he gets to show you off he does it as showy as he could. Calling you out on stage mid solo performance to lift you up with one arm, lips passionately pressing against yours as a smug smile graces his lips. Announcing proudly to all his fans that you were his and his only.

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✖🔪 ⇢ ˗ˏˋ ON MY.Knees࿐ྂ

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⊱.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ━━━━CONTENT WARNING: Yandere in general. Soft yandere. Obsessive & Possessive behavior. Unhealthy attachment. Implied neglectful behavior. Established relationship. Delusional mindset. Vague hint of worshipping behavior. Subtly implied abandoment issue. Violence mention. Implied submissive behavior. ANGST. Stalking. OOC. Not proof-read (I got lazy near the end if you can tell)

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𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: why am I keep messing up!?!!?😭😭😭😭 I'm merely editing this on my scheduled post but then it keeps publishing????? Huh?????? Why does the Tumblr keep doing this to me😭😭😭 this is supposed to be for Oct.13!!! But *sigh* whatever, its already here. Enjoy the early treat, again >:(( Hope this won't happen' to another one fic for 14.... Tumblr fuck you :(((

It wasn’t often for Cross to come home.

Well, at least, not anymore. He’d leave before the sun rose, returning long after it set. You used to wait for him, staying up into the late hours of the night, but now? You barely bothered. He’d stumble through the door, mumbling something vague before disappearing into the bedroom or onto the couch without so much as a glance your way.

You understood—you really did. Cross was busy, whatever his job was, it demanded a lot from him. He hadn’t exactly shared the details, and you’d stopped asking after the first dozen times he dodged the question. But no matter how much you tried to rationalize it, it was starting to gnaw at you.

At first, it was just a pang of sadness. Then it became annoyance, maybe even anger. You weren’t one of those cliché lovers who needed constant attention—far from it, actually. You valued your independence, enjoyed your solitude. But this was beginning to feel less like space and more of a...neglect.

He was your lover, wasn’t he? You were supposed to be partners, but lately, it felt like you were the only one holding onto that thread. Every time he came home, he avoided you. No more soft conversations over breakfast, no stolen moments in the afternoon. Just excuses, avoidance, and silence.

The worst part was, you’d started to get used to it. Slowly, your love for him had dimmed, like a flame starved of oxygen. You found yourself becoming comfortable in your own company again, just as you had before Cross ever came into your life. It wasn’t a sudden fall out of love—it was gradual, quiet and subtle. You no longer saw him as your lover, just someone who passed through your life occasionally—acquaintance.

Eventually, you couldn’t do it anymore. The words weighed heavy on your tongue as you prepared yourself, sitting at the edge of the bed. Cross had just come home, dragging his feet, knives still strapped to his side. You waited until he was settled, cleaning his weapons at the table.

“Im breaking up with you.”

...

Cross always thought he was the luckiest skeleton in the entire multiverse.

Of all the infinite versions of himself—sometime's even far, far, better than him—of all the different timelines and universes, he was the one who had found you. He was the one who had you by his side, as beautiful and perfect as you were.

Not even the original version of him—the one from the timeline he could never go back to—had what he did. and that made him feel so special.

Even now, as he wiped the blood from his knives, his mind was filled with thoughts of you. He knew he wasn’t home nearly as much as he should be. Every time he left, there was a pang of guilt that dug deep into his bones. He hated leaving you behind, but what choice does he have? His boss wouldn’t hesitate to come after you if he comes to the conclusion that cross was 'slacking off'' of his work due to his lover. Hell, it was merely a stroke of luck that nightmare decided to not only keep you alive and well, but also provide protection —unbeknownst to you— even knowing his distaste for 'distraction' that attaches to those on his side.

This, of course, was a constant weight on his mind — a sense of indebted. Forcing him to swore his loyalty and obedience to the latter even againts his will. But at least, while he was out there doing Nightmare’s dirty work, you were safe, and that's all that ever matters.

While he couldn’t spend time with you like he wanted to, he could make sure nothing— absolutely nothing—harmed you. The Star Sanses? No threat. Any danger from outside your universe? He handled it.

And on the rare nights he did return? When you were already asleep? Those were slowly becoming his favorite moments. Cross would sit at the edge of the bed or crouch beside you, watching you sleep peacefully. He’d run his fingers through your hair, brushing your cheek, whispering softly to your unconscious form. Confessions of love, of guilt. He’d wish for a world where the two of you could just live a domestic, quiet life—where he didn’t have to kill for survival or settle in the constant state of paranoia— again.

He didn't want the history to repeat itself ever again now that you're here. God, he couldn't even imagine what will happen to him if you're no longer on his side to keep him sane.

But alas, he couldn’t give you that, yet. So, he settled on making you safe instead, hoping you’d understand one day.

...

"Im breaking up with you."

The sound of sharpening knives stopped abruptly. Cross froze, his back still turned to you, as if your words had doused him in cold water. Slowly—almost mechanically—he turned his skull in your direction, his pinprick eye shrinking to a tiny dot before flickering in and out like a dying lightbulb. There was something unsettling about the way he stared at you. For a brief second, his usual stoic expression faltered, a flash of... something. Confusion? Betrayal? Fear? But then, he laughed nervously, trying to play it off as a joke.

"Hahaha... t-that’s a good one, darling. You almost caught me,” he stammered, his grin unnaturally wider than the usual as he tried to shake off the tension.

"I’m not joking, Sans,” you replied, your voice steady despite the unease creeping into your gut.

Y-yeah, sure, whatever you say.” He turned back to his knives, trying to focus on his task, but his hands phalanges trembled.

“Sans, listen to me. I wasn’t—”

CRRK!!

The dagger in his hands broke in half as Cross shot to his feet, staring at the shattered blade as if it had betrayed him. His breathing grew uneven as he slowly turned toward you again, his eye flickering with a mix of emotions you couldn’t quite place.

“Why?” His voice cracked, barely above a whisper as he took a hesitant step forward. You took a step back instinctively. "Why are you saying this...?"

You tried to explain, though the words didn’t come easily. You told him how you felt—how distant things had become, how lonely you were. How the relationship was falling apart and you both are better off no longer being in each other.

But every time you spoke, Cross took another step forward, his hand reaching out as if to grab onto you, and you found yourself taking another step back.

In a blink, he was in front of you, faster than you could process. Then, there was a small 'ping' sound before you felt yourself flung backward, slamming into the nearest wall that knocked the breath from your lungs. His hands gripped your shoulders, hard enough to hurt, as his face hovered inches from yours.

"Oww-! Sans what the fuck—!?"

His bony hands gripped your shoulders tightly, an anchor that pinned you in place. “Just LISTEN to me first darling. You have to understand—” Tears began to stream from his eye sockets, glistening like pearls against his skeletal face. “I DON'T have a choice” he cried, his voice cracking with desperation. “It’s all for you! To make you safe! Please, you NEED TO UNDERSTAND THAT!!”

You tried to pull away, but his hold only tightened.

His knees buckled, and you stumbled as he dragged you down with him, his hands still clinging to you like a lifeline.“No, no, please— reconsider!! I-i’ll try to change, I’ll do whatever you want—I’ll beg, I’ll be on my knees forever, just—please?”

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[xkseii]

⎮The magnificent bird and the golden cage⎮

⏤ Including: nsfw (-17)

⏤ Warnings: implied yandere, implied manipulative behaviour, toxic relationship

⏤ Summary: Who is the magnificent bird in the gold cage, and who keeps it locked there.

Part 2 → Ryusei Shido, Jyubei Aryu, Rin Itoshi & Sae Itoshi

✖︎ He tried to lock the Lammergeier in a golden cage, but ended up chaining himself to you.

✷ Shidou is an interesting and crazy man, he seeks to enjoy life to the fullest, and you became his new goal, along with playing football.

✷ His obsession with you started when he noticed how you were playing, as you were just like him and could make yourself along with others 'explode'. Shidou desperately wanted to play with you, knowing you could make him feel complete.

✷ Almost immediately, from the first interaction, he was open friendly and affectionate, also overly sexual with you most of the time. Whenever he was watching you, or when he was playing with you, his body was reacting in a violent and sinful way. Even during the time he played with Sae, it was never this powerful.

✷ He had to play with you, to be the only one getting your passes. It was a primal urge, the need to mark you as his and keep you for himself.

✷ You wouldn't leave his mind, at practice especially, he couldn't keep his eyes away from you, and tended to get violent with the ones trying to get too close. You couldn't even imagine his frustration when he got locked up for violent and aggressive behaviour.

✷ When he was released, he calmed down but would find other ways to scare others, putting some distance between you and them. It seemed like it was never going to stop, until you started to praise him. You would pat his head after a good goal, and praise him whenever he managed to play with his teammates.

✷ Everyone would think one thing: you tamed Shidou.

✷ Shidou would do anything to stay by your side, and even though he tried so hard to keep you for himself, locking you away… He was the one ending up at your feet, desperate for attention and love. Though, don't forget that he is a wild bird, he will not always behave and will certainly try to piss you off to see what you will do.

✷ With him by your side, you can forget about personal space, peace and a good night of sleep. But, you'll get a loyal man that won't let anything happen to you.

✖︎ You are the peafowl, and he is the falconer.

✷ Aryu is what we can call a pretty boy, most of his efforts go into his training and his routine. He is really hard-working, though he tends to get distracted sometimes.

✷ In the same way it went with Chigiri, Aryu got attracted by your appearance first, asking questions about your routine, and being overly touchy, but without bad intentions. Yet, even though he was pretty, and nice, being touched by an unknown man was weird and uncomfortable.

✷ When you slapped his hand away, asking for him to put some distance between, it was rather bizarre to see the male blush strongly. Instead of being mad or indifferent that he got pushed away, the man seemed to get flustered by it, and only wanted to be closer to you.

✷ At first, it was rather embarrassing and downward annoying to have someone following you around, but after a while, you got used to it. At some point, you weren't even noticing him by your side, only when he would touch your neck or massage your shoulders.

✷ Slowly, you would let him do his thing, do your skincare routine for you, massage your body, choose your clothes or change your diet depending on your habits. Without knowing it, Aryu was taking more and more place in your life, becoming someone you were relying on.

✷ It seems like he reached his goal, which was to have you for himself but without damaging your beauty or mental health. Aryu was rather proud of himself for this, knowing that as more time passed by, the more you would rely on him and let him have more control.

✷ He gently and nicely locked you in a golden cage, not wanting for the most beautiful bird to get tainted by anyone.

✖︎ You are the nice and gentle falconer, while he is the Steller’s Jay.

✷ You met Rin quite late during Blue Lock, and just like with anybody else, he did not care about you. He is not the kind of person to respect anyone, and not even acknowledge his own teammates, so you were just strangers.

✷ It took a few weeks to get acknowledged by him, and it was mainly because you were using the gym at the same time. The first time, he left immediately after, but after a few times, he started to get used to your presence.

✷ You never tried to talk to him, just throwing your water bottle his way when his own bottle was empty, or wordlessly helping each other if one is using heavy weights. It became such a habit to work out together, that Rin started to do the same exercises as you at the same time, copying you and incorporating them into his own workout.

✷ There was one time when you were unable to come to the usual routine of aftercare at the end of the day, since you promised Isagi to train with him. You thought it wouldn't matter, as you weren't friends or anything, and you certainly didn't expect to see Rin go search for you, frowning when he saw you training with someone else.

✷ Unbeknownst to you, Rin became used to your presence, the end of the day is the most relaxing moment for him, and he found it disturbing when you weren't here. So, uncaring of what others would think, whenever you weren't here at the usual time, he would come to find you and drag you away, whatever you were currently doing. He also wouldn't allow anyone in the room when you were both in here.

✷ At one point, you accidentally let out one compliment while he was doing an exercise, and since then, he would wordlessly beg for praise. Even in the middle of a practice match, you could feel his eyes on you, not looking away until you would look at him and nod, or smile.

✷ Then, it went to another level. By being together most of the time, Rin moved to your room, and having the same routine, you became the perfectly synchronized partner on the field. Rin did not only want to become the best striker in the world and beat his brother anymore, he also wanted to reach the top with you.

✷ He did not care if he became dependent on you, nor if he had feelings for you, and even less if he was out of character. You gave him the attention and care he needed, and now that he had it, he won't let you slip through his fingers. You were his emotional support, the only one he needed, so he will keep making you proud so you could stay by his side.

✷ Rin keeps you close, and makes sure you don't walk too far away from your shared path. But you still have control of the relationship, he's just a person begging for your attention and can't imagine you acting this way with anyone else.

✷ Your relationship is not necessarily toxic, but if you aren't paying enough attention, it may turn into unhealthy possessiveness.

✖︎ You are the Stresemann’s Bristlefront, and he is the falconer.

✷ After the match between Japan U-20 and Blue Lock, Sae couldn't shake off that something was missing. Playing with Shidou awakened something in him, the fact that someone could throw themselves into the match and let him control almost everything was a peculiar feeling. He needed to feel this sensation again.

✷ Unconsciously, he started to search for a player that could fit his criteria, but no one was good enough. Until he met a street football player, the kind of person that didn't seem impressed when they saw him for the first time.

✷ Sae was set on making you his player.

✷ He would purposely pass by your usual spot to see you play, doing this multiple times a week until he made a move, waiting for you to be alone before coming forward, stealing the ball from you. You played like this for a little while, only stealing the ball from the other, and Sae couldn't help but feel nostalgic.

✷ After this, he came to play with you multiple times, observing and mentally writing down information about you, going as far as asking your teammates. He had an entire set of notes only about you, your habits, preferences and playing style. Sae knew you could perfectly fit every criterion he had.

✷ Convinced that you were the one, he offered you a contract that you couldn't refuse, and also rushed you to sign quickly, so you couldn't see some clauses. That's how you found yourself following him around, as you could only join a club he was in, and had to follow him when he travels. In other words, you were always together.

✷ The first time you played together in an official match, the result was truly breathtaking. If Sae and Shidou were making a good team, you two were a match made in heaven. You were unpredictable and could still perfectly follow Sae, making you fast and impossible to block.

✷ Sae has never felt that way before, and was ecstatic, though, he refused to show you his satisfaction or happiness.

✷ On your side, you were in love with football, and Sae's game was letting you have all the fun you want to while guaranteeing a win. So, you were set on following him until you get bored, feeling complete by his side.

✷ As time passed by, you got more comfortable and affectionate, not caring if the man wasn't giving it back. He was known to be cold and serious, so you never expected much from him, and would never complain or be too close. At the same time, you also got more comfortable and flirty with your current teammates, as you tended to go to them when Sae was busy. It was obvious that you had a good relationship with all of them, a really good one.

✷ When Sae noticed what was happening, it was time to pull on the leash and put you back in your place, at his side. There wasn't anyone that was as perfect and synchronized with him as you, or anyone that could make him feel complete. So why were you spending so much time with other people?

✷ Now, Sae had the urge to keep you for himself, so he changed the clauses of the contract, hiding it behind a renewal. It was clear to him, you should only be his teammate, and your sole focus should be on him only too.

✷ Sae doesn't lose his mind, he's too smart and serious for this. But, he is completely against sharing what is his, so he doesn't hide his dissatisfaction when someone is supposedly taking you away.

✷ It takes him a really long time to figure out his real feelings, but when he does, don't even dare think about leaving him.

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