#and yes I know the chopsticks are on the rest wrong i was in a rush

[patchworkgargoyle]

This morning's brunch: rice with furikake, tamagoyaki, and quick-pickled cucumbers and red onion (and ofc tea)

Last night's baking: snickerdoodle cookie bars that are so good I literally ate half the pan yesterday

[parfaitblogs]

daylight ❀ s. reid x reader

in which communicating with your boyfriend is scary, and spencer reid can't stand to see you cry.

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader genre: comfort/fluff! tags: reader avoids her issues... for a little bit. that's kind of it. it's just fluffy and simple! word count: 1.5k a/n: something short & sweet because i thought it was cute and i write the most when i'm procrastinating assignments... um… inspired by a conversation sam willow and i were having a few nights ago🫂 reminder that pretty girls cry when they’re confronting somebody!!

Spencer Reid was not oblivious to all things in the world. In fact, he was rather perceptive compared to most people. Psychology degree and human behaviour-based job aside, he noticed things. 

A lot of it was good. He knew exactly how to wake you up on mornings he started earlier than you. How to keep you half-asleep enough to allow you your return to sleep, but also awake enough to ensure you'd remember him kissing you goodbye (there had been an argument a few months ago about it — you thought he had left without a word). He knew your go-to Thai order from the restaurant down the street, and he knew which pair of wooden chopsticks your favourite were to pull out of his kitchen drawers. 

He was also observant enough to know something was wrong. 

He was back from a case. A long one, that had worn him down enough that he felt like a pile of creaking bones when he re-entered his apartment earlier that afternoon. You had returned from your own job an hour after that, and despite the initial excitement that came from your boyfriend being back in the state again, you were a bundle of nerves. 

And he knew that.

You were on his couch, legs across his lap and back up against the arm, his hands resting comfortable in the dip between your two knees. There was a quiet episode of New Girl playing on the television (you had convinced him to watch it after he had sat you through every Star Trek movie), but your thoughts were anywhere but the sitcom you had been using to entertain yourself as of recent. 

"You've been awfully quiet," Spencer said, piercing the less than comfortable air settled around you two. 

"Sorry," you answered, tearing your gaze from the screen to look at him, meeting a worried expression you had somewhat expected. 

Hands ran up and down your legs, erupting goosebumps along the skin. "Is something wrong?" 

"No," you immediately shook your head and forced a smile onto your face. "Nothing's wrong."

He furrowed his eyebrows, lips parting in that confused look he always had on his face when he was thinking, and he stared at you for a few seconds longer, before, "Yes there is."

Profilers. "Seriously, Spence. There isn't. I'm just kind of tired tonight."

"I am as well," he said, hands stilling on your legs rather abruptly. "I was in Idaho for a week. I'm also exhausted. And usually my girlfriend is a little touchier and more talkative than this when I come home. So I'm assuming something's wrong."

"You're assuming incorrectly, then," your shoulders shrugged.

He said your name chidingly, and it was at that tone of voice that you retracted your legs from his lap, instead tucking your feet beneath yourself, gaze dropping to the couch cushion. 

"I just missed you," you told him, a slight stretch of the truth. 

"I missed you too," he said, and your shoulders softened. "But that's not all it is."

You blinked, before you fell silent, shaking your head instead. 

"Talk to me. What's happened?" his voice was achingly soft, your heart shattering in your chest to the point you wanted to take back every thought you'd had over the past week and burn them to ashes. They didn't mean much now in front of him. Not when he was reminding you of how kind he was. 

"You barely talked to me," you said, hands dropping to your lap, and you fidgeted with them under his gaze. "I never knew what was going on. You didn't call once, except for when you landed."

"I was really busy, honey," he answered, and you could hear the frown in his voice. "If I had time to do anything other than the case and sleep, you know I'd have talked to you more." 

"I know," your voice shook, and you could feel your emotions overriding your brain. As usual. So, you kept your head down. "But I would've liked you to tell me that, at least."

You heard him sigh, and curiosity got the best of you as you lifted your gaze, inspecting to see if he was sighing out of irritation or not. He wasn't — just exhaustion — and that made you feel a little better.

"I know for next time then," he said, and he met your eyes, which had watered since the last time he looked at you. Which wasn't very long ago, and so he was drawing his eyebrows together, again, confusedly. "What's that? What's wrong?"

On instinct he leaned forwards, and you let him shift his body closer to yours, hands coming up on either side of your neck. You sniffled, trying to suck the tears threatening to fall back into your eye sockets. 

"I can't communicate," you mumbled, quietly, a tear escaping and dripping down to the lower half of your cheek. 

"You communicated pretty well just then, angel," he said, voice soft as he caught the remainder of the tear and swiped it away with his thumb. 

"Yeah but—but now I'm crying," you moaned, pathetically, more tears slipping down your face. His lips twitched — though not in humour, you noted — as he adjusted his hands to your jaw, thumbs continuing to wipe falling tears. 

"Yeah. That's okay," he answered. "You've got a flood of hormones going through you right now, and so your body reacts to it in the best way it sees fit. In your case, it's tears."

"I hate it," you mumbled, and this time he did laugh a little, nodding his head. 

"I know," he said. "Are you feeling embarrassed about communicating with me?"

"I guess," you replied. "I don't know. I think I just..." you trailed off as your voice disappeared, breath beginning to hyperventilate acutely. "I—I just feel kind of sil—silly."

You cursed each sob that broke up your speech, and yet his gaze and focus on you never once wavered. In fact, his touch seemingly had grown softer, and the concern in his eyes had only grown. 

"You aren't silly," he said, once he was sure you weren't going to continue speaking. "If me not talking to you for a week upset you, I'd say that's pretty reasonable."

"I don't know..."

"Want a secret?" he asked, fingers poking into your cheeks enough for you to crack a small smile. You only nodded your head in response, chest still jolting with each sharp intake of breath. "I have to physically restrain myself from calling you every hour on a normal day."

"You're lying," you mumbled, and his smile only widened, a bashful laugh leaving his lips. 

"No, honestly. I have so much I want to talk to you about during the day, and I need to remind myself that you're busy and at work too."

A few uncontrollable tears dripped down your face, and your gaze dropped to the top of his shirt, though the smile never left your face. "I don't believe you."

"I wish you would, but that's okay," he said, evidently seeing right through your defying statement — you believed him a little.

His forefinger and thumb caught your chin, and he tilted your head back up so his eyes could meet your glassy ones. 

"I'm sorry," you murmured, before he could get a word in.

"For what?"

"Crying."

"Do you take in anything I say to you?" he chastised, though the smile on his face eliminated any fear of him being genuinely irritated, and so your shoulders simply shrugged. 

"Sometimes," you said, and his eyebrows shot up. 

"Sometimes?" he repeated back to you, and you had to bite your lip to keep the amused expression off your face. He was smiling back at you, before his face settled into something more serious, as he continued, "I don't mind you crying, angel. It breaks my heart to see it, but I'm not sitting here and judging you for it. You know that, right?"

"Yeah."

"Good," he finalised with a short nod, and you sniffled with a nod of your own. 

"I mean, technically, crying is good," you said, tongue poking between your teeth as you forced back a smile. 

"Yeah? Why's that?" 

"Releases endorphins and oxytocin."

He huffed a single laugh through his nose, nodding his head. "Yes. It does."

"I know things," you grinned. 

"You do," he agreed with a nod. "My smart girl."

"Yeah. Don't ever forget it."

"I could never," he replied, and a comfortable silence enveloped your two bodies, your heart fluttering in your chest. 

"Can you tell me about Idaho?" you finally asked him.

"You really want to know?" 

You nodded your head, and he sighed, but complied regardless. And you eventually found your head in his lap, staring up at him as one hand danced gently over the skin of your slightly exposed stomach, the other entangled in your hair, brushing through it. 

And he told you about the case he had been away on — it became glaringly obvious behind why he hadn't called or messaged you at all — and consequently eased any other remaining worries behind it.

And it dried your tears up.

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[luvkyu]

heart stop ( jung sungchan ) part one

sungchan x male reader

sungchan finally talks to his crush !!

content : 1.9k words, fluff, mentions of nudity/mature themes, uni au, gym bro!sungchan x artist!reader

( a/n ) PART ONE OF THE COLLAB W @jaemmphilia !!! just a heads up - part two is nsfw !! so pls take that into account before you start reading <3

part two

"do you think y/n's into guys?"

"huh??" eunseok sputtered at the sudden question, basically choking on his food.

sungchan stifled a snicker, his ears growing a light shade of red. he stared down at the chopsticks in his hand with a love sick smile. eunseok cleared his throat as he watched the other twirl the utensils between his fingers.

"are we talking about taro's friend from his art class?" eunseok asked.

"yeah. i think i have a small crush on him."

"a crush on who?" shotaro suddenly chimed in as he sat with them in the cafeteria.

"y/n," sungchan answered a bit shyly.

"l/n???" shotaro's brows were raised in shock.

sungchan looked at eunseok, as if for guidance, before turning back to shotaro and saying a quiet "yes".

shotaro thought for a moment, then nodded in approval.

"you two would be cute as fuck together," he said before taking a bite of his lunch.

sungchan smiled at the idea of himself with y/n. he leaned over toward his friend eagerly, "do you know if he's gay?"

"how should i know?.. but i'm about to meet him at the art studio to work together if you wanna come," shotaro offered.

"really??"

"sure, why not. we're just taking some time to work on new oil paintings, it's not an actual class or anything so you can come along."

sungchan nodded happily at the idea.

"what are you gonna do if he's straight?" eunseok asked teasingly.

"cry," sungchan muttered in response.

y/n stared at the canvas in front of him. his creativity was having a hard time flowing today. maybe he was overworking, or maybe it was just an off day. either way, it was annoying. he was supposed to be productive today. instead, a blank canvas was mocking him while his hands fidgeted with a paintbrush.

he sighed and set his brush down against his easel.

"what's wrong, babe?"

y/n looked up to see shotaro strutting into the studio, followed by a taller boy he hadn't met before.

"i told you not to call me that," y/n scolded while rolling his eyes.

"you're right. sorry, honey."

y/n turned in his seat to face his friend better, "that's just worse."

shotaro chuckled. as he sat down at his own easel, he grabbed another seat for the friend he brought along. y/n refused to embarrass himself by looking at the stranger for too long, but the small glance he did get was enough for him to conclude that the male was drop dead gorgeous.

"oh, y/n! this is my friend sungchan. he wanted to tag along cause he has no life outside of classes and the gym. sungchan, this is y/n!"

sungchan glared daggers at shotaro, before looking back to y/n with a wide smile.

"hi! nice to meet you. i've seen you around campus a little," sungchan greeted.

"really? i think i've seen you some too."

sungchan nodded, almost giddy at that answer. silence fell on them as shotaro set up his canvas and y/n looked through his paint colors just to have something to do.

"wow, you guys are great at this," shotaro said sarcastically, mainly to piss off sungchan.

"i'm terrible at talking to people, leave me alone," y/n defended with a small laugh.

sungchan watched y/n lean against his easel, resting his chin against his palm in defeat. he looked so perfect, even when feeling dejected.

"is something wrong?" sungchan asked. y/n looked at him again. he was a little surprised sungchan was even asking.

"ah.. i just feel kinda drained. i'm having a hard time working on this, to be honest."

"take a break," shotaro chimed in.

"but i just started."

"take a longer break. we've had a lot of assignments back to back lately, go rest for the day."

y/n thought about it for a moment. he sighed and nodded at the idea before starting to pack up his supplies.

shotaro turned back to sungchan, gesturing silently toward y/n in hopes that his friend would get the hint. sungchan looked at him in confusion. shotaro, in turn, huffed at his cluelessness. he pulled his phone out and went to his messages.

taro :

BRO, GO.

ask him out, go 'rest' together 🛏️

sungchan rolled his eyes at the texts. he gave the male another stink eye before typing a response.

sung :

I DIDNT WANNA TALK TO HIM JUST TO GET LAID

taro :

but it is part of the reason right

sung :

osaki shotaro istg

taro :

ALRIGHT ALRIGHT BUT STILL ASK HIM OUT, U HAVE THE PERFECT WINDOW RIGHT HERE

sungchan looked up from his phone, biting his lip as anxiety shot through his body.

y/n finished packing up his bag and showed the two of them a tired smile.

"i'll see you guys later. it was nice to meet you, sungchan."

sungchan nodded and smiled back, now watching his crush exit the studio. his smile fell as he turned back around to see shotaro giving him a disappointed frown.

"you're a dumbass, sung."

"sungchan!"

sungchan looked up as he took a drink of his water, seeing eunseok and shotaro walking toward him.

"hey guys," he greeted while getting up from the bench press. he wiped around his face with a small towel as his friends came closer to him.

"did you just finish up?" shotaro asked.

"yeah, i'm gonna head back to the dorm now."

"boo, we could've worked out together."

sungchan rolled his eyes. "it's a good thing you still have each other then," he teased, patting shotaro's shoulder as he slung his gym bag over his back.

"hey, how'd it go with y/n yesterday? you ask him out?" eunseok asked before the other could leave.

"no, i-"

"he chickened out," shotaro teased.

sungchan sighed, but nodded. "i was too nervous."

"well we just saw him sitting outside by the campus arboretum if you wanna go try again," eunseok said.

"really?"

eunseok nodded, "go for it."

sungchan smiled a thanks and grabbed his water bottle before finally departing.

"..i doubt y/n is straight," shotaro mumbled as he and eunseok waved him goodbye.

"oh, me too," eunseok agreed.

sungchan began walking in the direction of the arboretum, looking around for the boy that had been on his mind way too much lately.

finally, he spotted y/n on a bench sketching a few flowers. he took a deep breath and walked over to join him.

"hey y/n!"

y/n looked up from his sketchbook, almost choking on thin air. sungchan's muscle shirt didn't hide a thing, and his slightly messy hair and tall stature worked well in his favor. with the way y/n was staring at him, or practically gawking, sungchan was now pretty certain y/n was attracted to men.

y/n quickly cleared his throat and averted his eyes. he looked down at his sketchbook, then back up strictly to sungchan's face.

"hi," he said quietly, "what're you doing out here?"

"was just on my way home and thought i'd take a walk through here. it's really pretty."

y/n nodded happily and took a look around. "yeah, i love being out here."

"can i sit with you?"

y/n nodded almost instantly. he moved over a bit to give the other more room on the bench. sungchan sat and sighed, actually very much enjoying the fresh air. he leaned back for a moment and let the sun wash over his face. one arm was hanging off the back of the bench, while the other raked a hand through his messy hair.

y/n was in awe, needless to say.

"so what're you drawing?"

"just some flower studies," y/n answered. "i wanted to add some flowers to my next painting so i'm just practicing a little."

"is it okay if i ask to see?" sungchan asked cautiously.

"oh, sure! you can look through the whole sketchbook, i don't mind. it's mostly random sketches."

sungchan nodded eagerly and took the book from y/n's hands, making sure to brush against his fingers just a little bit. he smiled to himself, now knowing the effect he had on y/n.

sungchan flipped through the pages delicately. he was trying not to crinkle or smudge anything, especially the ones done in pencil. y/n was right though - the sketches were pretty random. from people, to small household items, to cloud formations.

it was when sungchan found a more interesting page that he stopped flipping through. the sketches showed a naked man in two different poses, one leaning against what looked like a washroom counter, and the other laying on a bed with a messy sheet draped just over a couple parts of himself. sungchan looked up with wide eyes.

"oh, that's um," y/n didn't know whether to be proud or embarrassed. he was somehow both. "that was just a guy i had a thing with a couple months ago."

"these are amazing, y/n," sungchan praised. he continued flipping through, though his mind was still on the nude sketches.

"thank you," y/n blushed a bit as sungchan finally got to the end of the book.

"i really like the nude ones. you draw people really well," sungchan complimented while closing the book. when he looked up again, his face was closer to y/n's than he thought. his eyes instantly shifted to the male's lips, it was as if there was a magnet between them.

y/n could hear his heartbeat in his ears. sungchan was even more beautiful up close, and he was growing more attracted to him by the second.

sungchan lightly cleared his throat after a moment, trying not to stare at the pair of lips he so desperately wanted to kiss. making y/n uncomfortable was the last thing he wanted.

"are you going to the bonfire party tonight?" sungchan asked.

"i dunno, my friend invited me but i'm not usually into parties."

"well, i think you should go."

y/n met sungchan's eyes again, "hm? why?"

sungchan blushed. he didn't mean to blatantly give away that he wanted y/n there, but he might as well roll with it now.

"cause i'll have a much better time if i get to see you," sungchan answered with entirely pink cheeks. he could tell y/n was a blushing mess as well, despite how confident he tried to seem.

with a sigh, y/n looked up at the clouds. "is this how you pick up all your guys?"

sungchan laughed lightly, "actually no, my heart is pounding more than it ever has, i think." he let out a large exhale with this, which triggered more laughter between the two.

y/n found it endearing how obviously nervous sungchan was. here was this hunk of a man trying to hit on him, but he was so jittery and smitten that it really just made him adorable. y/n smiled as he thought about it. his eyes met the other's again while nodding, "alright, i'll be there."

sungchan's smile quickly grew at his crush's decision. he nodded and started getting up.

"i'll see you in a little while then," he said while giving y/n's head a gentle pat, his hand lingering against his hair. y/n nodded and watched him begin to walk away. he was speechless as he stared after sungchan. let's just say, the view from the back was just as good as the view from the front.

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[hannie-dul-set]

sorry but golden retriever sungchan x black cat reader is the only canon option! if you write a blurb on this pls i will actually kiss you in the mouth (ily btw)

[man on a mission]. jung sungchan has taken it upon himself to make you laugh at least once a day.

“you’re so fucking lame,” you tell him with a roll of your eyes, sitting in front of him at the cafeteria while he has two chopsticks sticking out of his nose. “gross,” you say, but the slight quirk of your lips and the way you quickly reach for your iced lemonade to cover it up makes him pump his fist in the air in victory— even at the expense of his image.

“ha! you laughed! i win.”

his other friends ask him why he even bothers. or, in the words of anton, “hyung, why are you so hell bent on making a fool out of yourself at least once a day?” but his motivations go beyond the selfish desire of proving that his sense of humor can even penetrate the moody and scary (i.e. you). sungchan has made is a mission to make you laugh every single day because of one single reason.

sungchan is simply sick and tired of people talking shit about you.

“it’s ridiculous!” he huffs, slamming both fists on the table after anton asked him the question. “they don’t even know them that well!” yet those same people call you bossy, call you a stick in the mud, temperamental and so on and so forth— which, sungchan has to admit isn’t all wrong. you’re always scowling or glaring or telling people off, but your love language is violence and words needled with spikes. sungchan is the only with enough fluency to see the tenderness in your light punches and your eloquent “fuck you’s” straight to his face.

no, he doesn’t want you to change. he doesn’t want you to soften up your edges just because of the thoughtless impressions of a couple dozen unimportant people. 

but it won’t hurt to see you laughing ever so often, right?

“oh my god, stop it,” you wheeze, hands pressed tightly to your face after sungchan shows you a dumb tiktok video he just saw, then imitating it with just as much grace and passion, causing you to snort out loud and burst into a fit. “fuck’s sake, i hate you so much.”

once more, mission accomplished. he forced you to tag along with his friends for dinner today, so that was a necessary move to break the ice— especially because anton is kind of afraid of you. seeing you out of your usual resting bitch face should ease their intimidation, and jung sungchan is proud of himself for a job well done seeing shotaro having a passionate discussion about a manga you’ve both read.

“no way, i couldn’t find a copy anywhere! can you lend it to me?”

there’s  a swell of pride in his chest seeing you talk so easily with someone else other than him. it’s nice to see other people finally seeing you in the same light as he had for the past couple of years. pride. yes. that’s exactly and the only thing he’s feeling right now.

“hey.”

but as your conversation with taro lengthens that you haven’t looked at him since laughing at his joke, and as eunseok discreetly calls his attention while staring at you from across the table with a look in his eyes that’s all too familiar— almost as if he’s looking straight at a mirror—sungchan thinks that maybe he should abort his mission.

“your friend has a pretty smile.”

he knows. he’s been trying to get everyone else to see it all this time.

[sugar-phoenix]

I think I'll take my noodles spicy

synopsis: You stop by Jiaoqiu's stall to try his noodles. They are very. Spicy. tags: jiaoqiu x reader, gn!reader, written before Jiaoqiu's release a/n: I think the reader is clearly a masochist. Also I don't know why I added that undertone of loneliness for Jiaoqiu, I think it's very out of character for him, but I decided to have a little fun since he isn't out yet. 700 words!

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On a summer afternoon in the Xianzhou, you decided to stop by a well-known noodle stall and order some noodles.

The Foxian man standing on the other side of the counter smiled as he slid the bowl of noodles over to you.

There was a flash -- something mischievous glinted in his eye -- and then it was gone. You had heard conflicting opinions from people about this man. Half of them told you to stay away from him, and the other half said he was a miracle worker, if a little unorthodox.

Jiaoqiu was a healer, and you weren't sick, but you did want to try his renowned cooking.

The bowl of noodles smelled delicious as the steam wafted up towards you, and you happily picked up a few strands with your chopstick and deposited them into a deep spoon filled with broth, before slurping the entire spoonful. You could see his ears flick a little as he watched you intently.

He certainly was as handsome as the women claimed he was. It seemed that everything he did, he did it with that soft yet strange smile on his face.

 It didn't hit at first. But then you felt heat crackle at the back of your throat, burning you from the inside. Tears sprang to your eyes, and you coughed, covering your mouth with your sleeve.

"How do you like it?" Jiaoqiu asked, still with that smile on his face, which, in this moment of deep betrayal, you realized to be anything but sweet.

"It's a little--" you coughed, choking on the "--spicy."

 "Just the way it's meant to be enjoyed," he said, his tail swaying from side to side behind him. Despite the burning heat, the noodles were very good, and you watched yourself in horror as you raised some more rice noodles to your mouth (you avoided drinking any more of the broth to reduce the pain).

"It's a little mix that I made myself. I find that a good hit of spice will clear your sinuses and flush your system." Jiaoqiu continued.

 "You don't say," you half-said, half-cried as tears streamed down your face.

"Yes, I believe in the power of spice to ail the sick," Jiaoqiu said, passing a box of tissues. You gladly took one, blowing your nose. The spiciness was numbing your lips, and you panted in an attempt to cool your mouth, which felt as though it was set aflame.

It was clear now, despite his good looks, why you often saw him alone. His cooking probably scared off anyone who was initially interested in him. You continued to eat the noodles, slurping them up despite the fact that each time you did so a part of you caught fire and died inside.

 It was so spicy. And yet, so good.

And Jiaoqiu watched you intently the entire time, lazily resting on his hand through lidded eyes and slit pupils, like a hunter watching his prey flail in vain in his trap. It wasn't just your mouth, but his attention was setting your skin on fire.

Finally, you finished the bowl of noodles, pushing it in front of you. It felt as though you were breathing steam, and you mostly felt glad that it was all over.

"Did you enjoy your meal?" Jiaoqiu asked, smiling innocently as though he'd done nothing wrong.

"Y-yes," you said. Despite the torture you just went through, the flavor of the noodles was unlike any other. Jiaoqiu was deserving of his status as a famous cook.

"Here," he said, rising from the counter and moving to the back, "have some chilled Puffergoat milk. It'll help with the burning." You graciously accepted the ice-cold jar of thick milk, and gulped it down, sighing with relief as it washed away all the heat and pain from before. You set it down with a satisfied hum.

"I hope you'll come by to visit my stall again," Jiaoqiu said, rising. There was a hint of deflation, as though he were sad to be left alone again.

"Another, please," you said. He whirled around, ears perked up in surprise.

"What was that?" he asked.

 "I'll have another bowl of noodles," you said, grinning.

 "Really? I thought the first put you through quite some duress," he said.

"Well, so long as I keep drinking this throughout," you said, gesturing to the jar of milk at your side, "I can continue to enjoy your beautiful cooking."

Jiaoqiu blinked, then smiled, turning towards his pot and reaching for the ladle. As he scooped more soup into a bowl for you, you watched as his tail swayed from side to side.

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[39seasofnevermore]

Cedlock crack 12

Cedric: I asked Greylock to go out with me!

Goodwyn: I'm sorry to hear that, Cedric.

Cedric: What? Why!?

Goodwyn: Well, I assume he said no.

Cedric: Well for once you're wrong, father, because he said yes!

Goodwyn: I'm sorry for him then.

~~~~~~~~~

Greylock: Cedric, there is something I must confess...

Cedric: Yes?

Greylock: I...I love your smile...

Cedric: W-Well, there is something I must confess.

Greylock: Oh?

Cedric: That smile only exists when I'm with you...

~~~~~~~~

Cedric: Merlin's mushrooms...he's so handsome, I wonder what he's thinking about.

Greylock: *Thinking* Wed nes day? Weddensday? Wensday?

~~~~~~~~

Sofia: Would you rather kiss Mr. Cedric or-

Greylock: Kiss Cedric.

Sofia: I haven't said the rest-

Greylock: I don't need to hear it.

~~~~~~~~~

Cedric: Pay attention!

Greylock: I have a lot on my mind right now, I'm in love!

Cedric: And why would I care about that!?

Greylock: Because I'm in love with you!

Cedric: O-Oh, well, er- That changes things-

~~~~~~~

Greylock: There is a very clear difference between us.

Cedric: *Scoffs* Enlighten me.

Greylock: You are playing hard to get. I am hard to get rid of.

~~~~~~~~~~~

Cedric: *Removes his robe*

Greylock: Nice pants, hattrick!

Cedric: Oh, thank you. I got them at some shop in Dunwiddie for fifty percent off.

Greylock: They would be much better a hundred percent off...

Cedric: *Blinks* You really expect shops to just sell clothes for free? You know nothing about running a business, Greylock.

~~~~~~~

Greylock: *Blushing* I-If I were to say I love you, would you say it back?

Cedric: Well, yes...

Greylock: Really!?

Cedric: Yes-

Greylock: I love you!

Cedric: It back.

Greylock: ...I will be right back.

*Later*

Cedric: Why in the world is Greylock banging his head against a tree?

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Sofia: *Whispers* Why are Mr. Cedric and Mr. Greylock sitting with their backs to each other?

Wormwood: They had a quarrel.

Sofia: Why are they holding hands then?

Wormwood: *Groans* They get upset when they argue.

~~~~~~~~~~

Greylock: Cedric?

Cedric: What.

Greylock: Are you free tomorrow?

Cedric: No.

Greylock: Oh...

Cedric: I am EXPENSIVE.

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*In Hexley hall*

Cedric; And that is my story I'm writing for class...

Greylock: *Claps loudly* Oh, I loved it! It had action, adventure, romance!

Cedric: What romance?

Greylock: ...I have feelings for you?

Cedric: YOU WHAT?

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Sofia: So, who's the big spoon and who's the little spoon?

Greylock: We're chopsticks!

Sofia: Awww! Does that mean you just cuddle together evenly?

Cedric: No, that means that if one of us got taken away then the only thing the other could possibly do is attack.

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Cedric: Wormy, I am done with Greylock! He thinks he can affect me like this? Not any longer!

Greylock: *Walks in* Hello yardstick-

Cedric: AH! *Accidentally backhands Greylock*

Greylock: AH!

Cedric: O-Oh...*Thinking* Should I say are you alright or I'm so sorry...*Blinks* Are you so sorry!?

Greylock: *Tears up* Wh-WHY-

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[hornyfor-redacted-onmain]

Can we have a spoiler for the next secret secret chapter

heheh, yes you may

wasn't sure if I wanted to share the entire scene, so I just picked my favorite parts:

This is for those who like cute moments

You watched as he slurped up the noodles from his chopsticks, the red broth staining the corners of his mouth even as he licked up the remaining moisture. With a small smile, you reached over with a napkin to wipe it away, and he turned to you with wide eyes and full cheeks. You snickered. “I can see why fans compare you to a squirrel.” Jisung whined, but with his mouth full, he couldn’t say anything to defend himself.

This is for something to look forward to

“Besides, it’s not like I come here everyday. Although, if I knew I’d find such nice company, I probably would have come here sooner,” You said, pushing your shoulder gently against his. “Ah, I don’t come here often either. Although, if you asked, I would definitely show up just for you.” Jisung gave you a wicked grin, and you covered your mouth with a laugh in hopes of hiding your flushed cheeks, shaking your head in amusement. You didn’t know him that well, but you weren’t expecting something like that to come out of his mouth. “Wow, Jisung. Are you flirting with me?” He leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand. “And if I am?”

And this one is just for my own amusement

“Yah! Stop laughing!” “I can’t,” You said breathlessly. “Seriously, you’re ruining the moment.” You just laughed harder, eyes closed and chest hurting from the shakes that wracked your body. Hands grabbed your waist gently, and you titled your head down with a smile. Jisung looked up at you, eyes betraying his amusement. “You done?” You took a deep breath. “Yeah, I think I’m good. I’m sorry.” “Good.” It was then that you realized just how close the two of you had gotten since your laughing attack. His hands were still on your waist, face inches apart. You felt your smile drop slowly, eyes darting down to his mouth on instinct. Or maybe it was want. It felt odd, because you couldn’t smell him. He was wearing scent blockers. And even if he could smell you, it wasn’t your real scent, and it wouldn’t be affected by your feelings. Neither one of you was being drawn in to each other based on instinct. And yet there you were, staring at each other in a knowing way, both of you too afraid to make that first move. You didn’t even know each other that well. His hand tightened on your waist, and you reach out to grab his forearms, not sure if you wanted to pull him away, or pull him closer. Jisung let go. “We should head back.” “Yeah.” You forced down the disappointment. It was for the best. So why did it feel so wrong?

Enjoy!

[paralyze-fic]

Paralyze.

Chapter 56

Well, back in my room, I got into the bathroom and hopped in the shower.

I totally, genuinely refused, to masturbate. I wasn't going to jack off to Katsuki. Even though his submissive look wouldn't get out of my mind, it was still really fresh.

But yeah, I took a cold shower and when my dick had gone back to normal, I changed the temperature to take a warm shower. The instant relaxation I felt in my muscles made me groan with pleasure and close my eyes.

Katsuki's massage did work after all.

I got out of the shower and put on my sleepwear, dried my hair a bit and got in my bed after turning off the light.

//////

-Some days later-

During these past few days, Katsuki had been kind of avoiding me a bit, not completely though.

We talked normally, but when we were left alone for too long, he would blush and ignore me for the rest of the day. It was obvious that he was still embarrassed about what happened the other day because I was embarrassed too.

But today, Izuku, Eijiro, Uraraka, Tsuyu and I had been called by the Big Three.

We went to Sir's funeral. It was hard, to be there, acknowledge that he was gone and not cry. But Togata senpai wasn't crying, and he had known Sir longer than me, so I held back my tears for now.

And I cried for a few minutes when we came back to the dorm, in my room all alone.

The internship had been suspended for now, Sir's agency was now under Centipede, and Eri had finally woken up, something Aizawa told us while we were on the bus on our way back.

For now, during a normal day of class, Ectoplasm was teaching us math.

"It's not that elegant... but, calculate the integral of this equation. Whoever has the answer, lift your hand."

I stared at it for a few seconds before I began writing it down. Like a minute later, my hand was about to lift.

"Midoriya." I looked over my shoulder at Izuku, he was standing up in an extreme-kinda way, and I chucked.

"107/11!"

That's close...

"Wrong. Yaoyorozu." I can't fucking lift my hand to answer.

Well, Yaomomo might have the right answer anyway.

"It's 107/25."

Or maybe not.

"Wrong. Anybody else?" After Ectoplasm said that, the class was in a heavy silence. The smartest in class... was wrong? That's something you don't see every day.

And now, this was my chance.

I lifted my arm slowly, and immediately, everyone's eyes were on me. Katsuki growled behind me, very lowly, "Don't look at him so much..." he growled in a mumble. My heart fluttered but I cleared my throat and answered the equation.

"107/28."

"Correct." When he said that, a noise of amazement filled the room and the bell signalling lunchtime did too.

"I didn't know you were so smart, (L/n)-kun," I turned around a bit, only to see Jiro, Sero, Kaminari, Mina and Eijiro staring at me, I just laughed sheepishly while I scratched the back of my head.

"Well, Ectoplasm used to be my homeroom teacher, so I had math quite often," they made a realization noise this time and everybody stood up to go to the cafeteria.

As we sat down together at a table -the whole Bakusquad-, Katsuki plopped beside me and rested his head on my shoulder.

My body was paralyzed (lol) on its own, and I heard Mina aww-ing at us, Katsuki hid his face in my neck, and I saw Eijiro looking at us with a shine in his eyes.

"Eijiro... are you okay?" He stared at me and opened his mouth to say something, but instead, he got his phone out. He tapped on it a few times, and my phone vibrated in my pocket.

Ei-kun;

Please tell me you are dating!

I nudged Katsuki slightly, and he groaned, looking up at me. I signalled down to my phone and his eyes moved downwards. His eyes widened and a subtle blush coated his face, backing away from me and taking out his phone. I pocketed back mine and picked up my chopsticks.

"Yes!" Eijiro screamed, standing up with his arms above his head, still holding his phone.

Katsuki told him, didn't he?

Well, I ain't complaining.

//////

The day went by, and when we changed out of our uniforms at the dorm, Mina gave the idea to play a game.

"How about 7 minutes in heaven? Innocent version!" Some boys were excited about the idea, and Mineta... was being Mineta, as always.

"What do you exactly mean by 'innocent version', Mina-chan?" Uraraka asked her.

"It means, only kisses are allowed, but if you don't want, you can just talk with however you got," Kaminari and Mineta were whispering to each other, and I stared at Mina, ignoring their voices.

"And what do we do about those two, Mina?" She turned to them and then at me, smirking mischievously.

"They can only participate if they get a boy, which is highly possible to happen." Everyone chuckled as both of them got up and walked away, mumbling something about not wanting to play anymore.

"Well, who's going to play?!" Uraraka exclaimed excitedly, and most accepted, even me.

Usually, I would've said no, but this wasn't the original game, so we could just talk with whoever we got, so I jumped in and sat in between Sero and Jiro. It was kind of a surprise that she accepted to play too, but then again, most did because it was an innocent version of the actual game.

Behind me was the couch, the coffee table was moved to a side, and those who were going to play sat in a circle in the common room. Katsuki said he didn't want to play, but he still sat behind me, his legs wrapping around my front, placing his feet on top of my thighs. Eijiro stared at us again from across the circle with stars in his eyes.

That is what you call a shipper, right...?

"Alright, is everybody here?" Various affirmative answers were heard as Mina stood up, "Before we start, what pair do you expect the most?"

I looked around for a second, nobody was saying anything, and the moment I saw Uraraka staring at Izuku with a blush, I smirked.

"Maybe, Izuku and Uraraka?"

Both mentioned blushed furiously as everyone stared at them, and we laughed at their reactions.

They're cute. (Just to get this across, I don't ship Deku x Uraraka)

"That's a good one, but I thought of a better one..." Mina said and she looked at Shoto, and then stared at me with heart in her eyes, "(M/n)-kun and Todoroki-kun! The ikemen of our class!"

My expression was blank for a second until I almost spontaneously combusted. I hid my face on Katsuki's legs, who by the way, was shaking with rage.

"I'll play too!" He yelled and made space for himself between Sero and me. Nobody said anything about his change of mind, but when Mina placed the empty bottle in the middle of the circle, our game began.

[st0rmyskies]

Thought I'd share on tumbl a HSH-related question I got on the server that was fun to answer.

In theory, how petty would each of the boys be if someone in the house pissed them off? Things like touching others' stuff, moving shit, throwing stuff away they shouldn't have or like teasing that went too far.

Behold, answers below the cut for length.

Time - When he gets pissed off, his pettiness manifests as the Silent Treatment. He's perfectly happy to stand in the same room with someone, hell even right next to them, and not say a damn word. Not look them in the eye, not even look at them. He can keep up said treatment indefinitely; rumor has it that he still gives his brother (Wind's dad) the silent treatment to this day after well over two decades of living apart. It's enough to drive some people Wars nuts.

Wars - Speaking of everyone's favorite prima donna, he's the type to go out of his way to call someone out on their BS. He will loudly and repeatedly verbally berate someone for pissing him off. "Oh dear, there's a dish left in the sink? Don't let Wild see that, who knows what he'll slip in your next meal." "Out of shampoo, are you? Stay away from Legend's, he'll kick down your door at some obscene hour of the night to put a curse on you for it." Etc etc. If there's one thing Wars is good for, it's running his mouth.

Twilight - Everyone's favorite bumpkin is slow to anger. Like, really slow to anger. I'm honestly not sure what you'd have to do to get on his bad side, but his reaction to being pissed off is to distance himself physically (i.e. running away from home in the first place). He's likely to go out for a nice long walk and come back later to "confront" said roommate. "Hey, what you said before wasn't cool, let's talk about it."

Sky - Our little cupcake. Our sweet baby angel. Has the most terrifying Resting Bitchface. And he will stare at you from across the house, not saying a word, just searing directly into your soul with a gaze that could cut you in half. Seriously, you'll feel those eyes on you in your sleep. Lucky for those who piss him off, he's very open to hearing out apologies and generally doesn't rag on people for their mistakes like Wars does.

Wild - He's much too sweet to get annoyed with people, honestly. He's the kind of person who would get bumped in to in the kitchen and apologize for being in the way. If you did do something to piss him off, he'd probably confront you and default to that terrible too-angry-to-handle-it crying, which has most people tripping over themselves to apologize right away.

Champion - Similar to Sky, he's got the stone cold stare down pretty well, but Champion is also one for subtle threats of bodily harm. Staring at you from across the kitchen as he snaps apart a pair of restaurant chopsticks, or while he's cutting up something at the counter, or starting the blender (bonus points if he's blending something red). For more grievous offenses, he might play more blatant mind games, like making it seem like you misplaced your keys, or things could go missing from your room.

Four - Less subtle in his antagonism, Four will also go to the lengths of the silent treatment in addition to refusing to help a friend who has wronged him. And these boys need Four's help pretty fucking often. He's not going to refuse when something really important is at stake, like somebody needing a ride to the hospital or similar, but forget that curling iron you needed fixed, Wars. Yes, he saw you sneak the rest of his leftovers, fuck you.

Legend - You'd better clean your hair out of the drain after showering and hide your comb if you know what's good for you. If you don't, the sudden jabbing pains that wake you up in the middle of the night are going to continue until you fess up to stealing some of his candles for a romantic evening at home with your cowboyfriend, Champion.

Hyrule - He's going to stew, he's going to avoid eye contact, he's going to use only the minimum amount of words with you that are necessary. And he is going to run his mouth to Legend, or any other close friend who isn't involved, until he's red in the face. But he's not one to approach things directly; he usually cools off on his own and comes around eventually

Wind - If you do anything to piss him off, kiss your internet privileges goodbye. Indefinitely. You can also count on sabotage of most of your electronic devices, from changing passcodes to fucking with your charging cables juuuuust enough that you won't get any juice while they're plugged in.

[kiljoius-writes]

Trapped In My Mind

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Chapter 5: Are You Satisfied?

The next morning, she was relieved to be roused by rustling in the kitchen. She cautiously peeked out to find Kiba in the kitchen, prepping away at breakfast like he always did, and she let a smile grace her. He glanced up to find her and nodded but didn’t seem to smile. Something inside of her felt knotted at his lack of cheer.

“Good morning,” she offered quietly as she approached the bar, peaking at the food he was cooking.

“Sleep okay?” he asked nonchalantly and Hinata huffed a breath, contemplating being honest.

No. You weren’t here.

“Yes.” She nodded, taking a seat. He nodded once more without looking up. She glanced down at the empty teacup in front of her and wondered if he forgot to pour her tea, or if he was subtly messaging her. She decided to get up and pour herself the tea without question, not wanting to come off as demanding, despite becoming accustomed to certain things here in Kiba’s home. He looked at her from the corner of his eyes but remained silent as he laid a plate in front of her seat. She took her seat once more, said thanks, and started.

In awkward silence, they picked at their food individually. Something about this made Hinata feel very wrong. Kiba wasn’t one to be quiet, and he couldn’t seem to say much since yesterday. She bit her lip as she debated breaking the silence herself but was relieved when he spoke instead. “Hana was saying she wants you to walk the pups, huh?”

“Oh, yes…” Hinata sighed, keeping her eyes on the plate. “I—I think I’d like to, actually.”

“Yeah?” Kiba finally looked up at her with interest. “But?”

“I’m…still bound to the village. I would have to get permission to leave.”

“From Naruto.” Kiba sighed as well, looking back down at his food. He paused a moment before continuing, “for what it’s worth, I think you should. I know Naruto will let you, and it’d be good for you.”

“Hmm.” Hinata hummed reluctantly, pushing the rice on her plate around mindlessly.

“I’ll go with you,” Kiba offered, eventually resting his eyes on her to gauge her reaction. “If you want, of course.”

“Oh…” Hinata swallowed thickly, eyes locked on her plate. The idea of having to speak with Naruto was very much an unwelcome thought. Her nightmares since she had first spoken to him when she returned were split between nightmares of him, Neji, and Kiba. The nightmares of Naruto specifically had increased since she returned, and the anxiety filling her chest at the thought of speaking to him felt suffocating. “I don’t know…”

“Up to you.” Kiba shrugged, looking back down at his food. The way he wasn’t pushing her was odd and made her feel uneasy.

“You won’t try to drag me there?” she asked, pointedly. He shrugged again, refusing to look up or respond. “Kiba?”

“No, Hinata.” He sighed, setting his chopsticks down. “You made it clear you don’t want me to. I’ve just been making you upset. So, I’ll stop.”

Hinata locked up at the words. She didn’t know why it bothered her so much to have Kiba be so…she didn’t know what. Defeated?

“You let me know, okay?” he said somewhat coldly as he got up to dump his plate in the sink. “I’ll be at the clinic.”

With that, he took off, leaving Hinata feeling confused and somewhat hurt. Had she really had such an effect on Kiba to have him act like this? So indifferent, so aloof? She found herself hating it. What right did he have to act like this with her? After everything? After all she had lost, all she had gone through, he was the victim now?

No.

She breathed a deep sigh. If she wanted any semblance of peace, she knew she had to try to fix this.

After working up the courage, she willed herself to enter the nursery she had been at the day prior. She glanced around for Kiba or Hana, and when she found no one, she brushed past the pups to peak into a window of one of the doors. She found Kiba leaning on a counter as Hana seemed to be giving a shot to a dog on her examination table. She watched for a moment before she saw Kiba’s nostrils flair, and his eye catch hers. She gasped as if she had been caught doing something wrong and ducked away. She scurried towards the exit but couldn’t leave in time as Kiba emerged from the room she found him in.

“Hinata?” he called, tilting his head questioningly at her as she stopped in her tracks. She sucked in a short breath before turning to face him, giving a weak wave.

“Hello, Kiba,” she said, quietly.

“What’s up?”

What was up? What was she doing here? She wanted to ask him to walk with her to the Hokage tower but found herself hesitating for some reason. “Just…wanted to see the puppies…”

“Oh?” Kiba perked an eyebrow, resting his hands in his pants pockets. “Well, you’re here, huh?”

“Yes.” Hinata sighed, stepping forward reluctantly as she reached out to pet an eager pup.

“Hinata?” Kiba questioned once more, stepping towards her. She looked up innocently. “C’mon. What’s up?”

“I…” Hinata breathed, knowing she couldn’t keep things from him. She raised to her feet and nervously wrung her hands. “I…will you come with me? To the Hokage tower?”

“Huh,” Kiba huffed, causing her to look up at him questioningly. She felt relief wash over her as that characteristic smirk graced his features once again. “Yeah. Let’s go.”

“Thank you,” she whispered, hands tightening within each other. He looped his arm into hers and tugged her away, and she finally relaxed. As they walked through the village towards the large tower in the middle, she felt comfortable for the first time in a while.

“It’ll be good, for you to get out,” he mused after some time. She nodded. “Exercise, fresh air, pups. What could be better?”

“Yes.” Hinata finally giggled, finding herself drifting closer to him as they strolled. Once the tower came into full view, however, her stomach tightened. Naruto’s face on the Hokage mountain was nearly complete. She thought it didn’t look much like him. The features were too sharp, the eyes too narrow. She shook her head as Kiba reached for the entrance of the tower, pulling the door open for her. Once they were inside and climbing the stairs, her feet began to feel heavy. Kiba seemed to take note, tugging her up the stairs.

“Come on. You’ll be alright,” he whispered gently. She nodded, but her pace did not quicken. Once they were on the top floor and about to approach the assistant’s office, she froze. When Kiba went to tug on her to find her dead in her tracks, he frowned. “Hey, come on. It’s just…him. It’ll be quick.”

“I…” Hinata sucked in a sharp breath, feeling like her lungs were being constricted. “I can’t.”

“Yes, you can.” Kiba pressed, stepping in front of her and resting his hands on her shoulders. She gritted her teeth, looking away from his domineering stare. Suddenly, her breathing quickened, and she knew he was sniffing her out. “Hey, I’m proud of you for even considering it,” he crooned, gently pulling her into his chest as she began panting, looking everywhere except his eyes, “shh, it’s okay.”

“It’s not,” she whispered shakily, not returning his embrace, instead feeling like she was locked in her own skin. “I can’t…I can’t look at him again.”

Kiba was silent for a moment as he gently stroked the back of her head. Then, suddenly, he pulled away from her and pushed her a short distance against the wall next to the door they were to enter. She gasped as he ducked in front of her, locking eyes with her. “Then just think of me, okay?”

“K-Kiba—” She swallowed thickly, scanning his serious expression. Then her vision went black as she suddenly found herself locked in a kiss. It was so sudden, she barely had time to react. His lips were completely covering hers, and his hands were now gripped around her waist. After a moment, she found herself feeling weak against him, the knots in her stomach loosening, replaced with the feeling of butterflies. Just as soon as he had started, he was pulling away just in time for her hands to find the curvature of his neckline. Breathless, she looked up at him with wide eyes. His serious expression remained as he scanned her facial features.

“Think of me,” he reiterated in a whisper, reaching up to brush a wild strand of hair from her face.

“Kiba…” she repeated, her breathing shallow as she stared up at him. She found her eyes resting on his lips and couldn’t help but feel the need to pull them back toward her. Had she…enjoyed, kissing Kiba?

“Go.” He tilted his head to the side, stepping away from her. She audibly gulped, a tiny whine escaping her when he let go of her waist. Now she realized what he had done. She thought briefly of Naruto, those big blue orbs flashing through her mind, but only for the tiniest second, before the thought of Kiba’s lips against hers pushed it out. She couldn’t even think of Naruto for more than a few seconds. She felt herself…needing Kiba against her again. “Hina.” She broke from her trance at his beckoning, finding that smirk on his lips once more. She stared at them for a moment before he spoke again, gently pulling her hands from his neck, “we can do that again after you come back out.”

“O-oh—“ Hinata’s words caught in her throat. She couldn’t believe Kiba had rendered her so speechless. He set her hands at her side and softly pulled her by the shoulders to turn, then gave her a gentle push towards the door.

When she finally emerged silently, Kiba looked at her expectantly, clearly attempting to sniff out the answer from her. She slowly pulled her hands from behind her back to reveal a scroll and he raised his eyebrows at it before looking up to find her smiling.

“I—I did it,” she whispered cheerfully, then let out a happy gasp as he swooped her up around his waist, pressing her against the same wall he had just kissed her against.

“I knew you could,” he said happily, pressing kisses against her forehead and cheeks. She giggled at the show of affection, feeling like her heart was swelling several times its original size. She found herself wrapping her arms and legs around him and holding him, as if he might leave again. He pulled back to admire her, a lopsided grin on his face. “You think of me?”

Hinata bit her lip as she looked up at him as well, unable to wipe the smile off her own face. “Yes, I did.”

“Good.” Kiba chuckled, leaning down to bring their faces closer to one another, noses pressed against each other.

“Kiba…” she whispered, finding herself running her tongue over her lips as his came very close to her own, the heat of his breath stroking against them.

“Do you want me to kiss you again?” he asked, quietly. Immediately, she nodded, running their noses against each other. A low chuckle left him before he finally gave her what she was silently begging him for. Their lips slid against each other once again, and Hinata felt something deep inside her emerge—some deep need she didn’t know she had. His fingers dug into the flesh of her thighs as he held her up and she wasn’t sure she ever wanted him to let her go. The feel of another’s lips against hers was something remarkable, something she had never truly experienced outside of silly fumbles as teenagers. His lips were smooth, but commanding. He took the lead in all the ways she found herself craving him to.

“Oi.” Hinata popped her eyes open to peek out the corner of her eye, finding Shikamaru standing against the doorway with his arms folded. She pressed her hands against Kiba’s chest as he refused to pause the kiss, tightening his fingers around her thighs.

“Kiba-“ her muffled protest was finally met with him relenting, pulling away to shoot a glare at Shikamaru.

“Could you two maybe do that…I dunno, not here?” Shikamaru rolled his eyes, but his face wasn’t completely frowning. He almost looked amused.

“You got it, boss.” Kiba chuckled, dropping Hinata from his palms but catching her before she fell. “Tell Naruto I said hey.”

“Mhm.” Shikamaru sighed as Kiba yanked her away down the hall. Hinata could hear him mutter under his breath “troublesome” as they rounded the corner.

Hinata found herself feeling needy as Kiba dragged her through the village, back to the Inuzuka estates. She was itching to get back as soon as possible, feeling like she needed him against her again. Empty was the best way she could describe how she felt when he pulled away from her. When they finally reached his home, he didn’t even completely open the door before he had her against it, forcefully pressing his lips against hers once more. He scrambled to both open and close the door without letting her go and she couldn’t help but press herself against him as well. Then, she was against the inside of the door, held against it by Kiba.

Finally, she allowed herself to feel him. Her fingers grazed at the hem of his shirt, hesitantly pressing against the fabric to feel just how hard his abdomen was. She let out a tiny gasp when she felt the defined lines through the cotton against her fingertips, eliciting a tiny snicker in the middle of their kiss. His hands were wandering as well but were careful to stop just under her chest, instead resting on the small of her waist. His mouth devoured hers, and she pushed against him with more force, feeling more confident as they continued.

Suddenly, after several minutes, Kiba pulled away from her and she realized she desperately needed to breathe. Taking in deep swallows of air, he chuckled as he pushed her hair from her face, his fingers tangling into her hair. “Breathe, sweetheart.”

“Kiba…” she managed to breathe out in between gasps, her eyelids feeling heavy as she struggled to look up at him.

“Hm?” he questioned with fake innocence, resting his forehead against hers. When he received no response, he grinned down at her. “C’mon. Let’s go walk some pups.”

“Now?” she asked shakily, biting down on her lower lip as he pulled away from her.

“Up!” he barked with a laugh as he caught her before her knees could buckle underneath her. “I make you weak in the knees, huh?”

“Oh—” she gasped, grabbing his forearms that held her up by the waist. “Quit that!”

“Why?” he asked playfully, much like he did the other night. When she shot him a look, suddenly she softened, realizing she didn’t want to go down this road once again.

“I…I don’t know.” She shook her head, suddenly averting her eyes.

“Because you like it,” he teased quietly, pulling her hips towards his own. She gasped as she planted her palms against his chest to stop from stumbling. “Don’t worry. I won’t tease you too much.”

Hinata shook her head, letting a small smile fall on her lips again. As her mind began to clear from the heat of the moment, she managed to right herself and he released her once more. She pushed her hair back behind her ears and straightened out her shirt before looking up at him. “Okay. Let’s…let’s go!”

Hinata was skipping.

Skipping wasn’t something she’d done in…a very long time. Perhaps not since before the war.

But she really did feel lighter, now. As if all her problems were melting away, and nothing really mattered.

Was it foolish to think that everything was fixed? Yes, she knew that. But she hadn’t had a genuine moment of happiness in so long that she was choosing happiness, today. It was something she heard Ino say once, years ago, after Sasuke took off for his redemption journey.

“I’m choosing happiness, today.”

Happiness indeed.

And Hinata decided that she was perfectly pleased to take every single pup on a walk, even if she had to make trips.

And Kiba seemed perfectly pleased to join her.

Hinata promised the remaining pups she would be back for them before they set out.

“Hey—Hinata!”

For once, a smile was on her face when she looked up at someone beckoning her. That smile immediately fell upon the sight of a pink head of hair.

“Oh my goodness!” Sakura jogged up to her, hands on her knees, out of breath, which would seem unusual for the most powerful kunoichi of their generation.

Unusual, if it weren’t for the rather large bump protruding from her middle.

She could feel Kiba freeze next to her.

“Saku—” the name died in her throat. Her mouth went dry, her limbs paralyzed, the clutch on the leashes all too tight. The pups whined and tugged, untrained as just babies, and Kiba gently coaxed the leashes from her hand.

“I couldn’t believe it!” Sakura beamed and threw her arms around Hinata. “When Ino said you were back!”

“Y—Ye—Yes—” Hinata’s chest was full, and not of affection. Pure, unadulterated anxiety. Panic was gripping her, hard. Even harder than seeing Naruto.

Sakura seemed to take note, her arms falling away from her as she backed up. “Oh, I’m so sorry. I see you’re busy with these cuties!” She giggled as she crouched down and reached out for the pups to lick her hand.

“Where you off to, Sakura?” If Kiba had been panicked by the interaction, he had quickly brushed it off and taken the lead, casual as ever. He stepped towards Sakura. “No hug for Kiba, huh?”

“Oh, hush,” Sakura said with a laugh, giving him a side hug, “ah, I was having cravings so I’m off to…ugh, it’s embarrassing to admit it, but Ichiraku’s.” She covered her mouth, rolling her eyes. “That idiot’s had an effect on me, or maybe it’s the kid, huh?” She glanced down at her own belly. “Probably gonna be a die-hard ramen fan, too, with my bad luck.”

Kiba laughed and Hinata could actually recognize the kind of laugh it was. It was the kind he used when they went on missions, when they were trying to get information, or let in somewhere. Charming, charismatic, completely fake. Hinata tried to control her breathing.

“Well, if the kid demands it, you better go get it huh?” Kiba gestured north. “These pups are itching for a walk anyway, so we better get going. Hey-hey!” He bent over to soothe a particularly rowdy pup who was now spinning in circles and barking wildly. “Alright boy—or are you a girl? Ah, there’s so many of you! Well, anyway—” He gestured now to the gates. “We better be off. Don’t be a stranger!”

“You, too!” Sakura turned her attention to Hinata and reached out to grab her hands. They were clammy. “And Hinata, I really wanna catch up. All us girls should get together now that you're back, right? But…I really…” Her voice went quieter as she stepped forward. “I’d like to have a heart-to-heart, y’know?”

Y’know.

Y’know.

Y’know.

Hinata swallowed, eyes growing large, and she knew tears were emerging, so she turned away. In a shaky voice, her best effort at composure: “Yes, Sakura, that would b-be lovely. Please—"

“Alright, alright!” Kiba hooked an arm around Hinata’s neck and dragged her away. “You ladies and your gossip! I’m tired of it, look at poor Yorimaru!”

“Sorry, sorry!” Sakura laughed, holding up her hands. She gasped and put one of them on her stomach. “Oof! Yeah, babies making demands anyway. See you two!”

“Yep.” Hinata looked up as Kiba’s voice went short, and they were already several meters away.

Her body was shaking. She held a hand up in front of her eyes to observe and it was out of control. It almost looked like she was having some sort of episode with the way it moved.

“Hey,” Kiba whispered, bringing her in closer, “you’re going to be okay. Maybe not right now, but you will be.”

You will be.

Hinata felt her breathing come in short bursts. Panting, or maybe hyperventilating. Yes, hyperventilating. Once they were out of the gates and further away from prying eyes, she collapsed.

“Damn!” Kiba cursed, quickly looping the leashes to a nearby tree before crashing to the ground next to her. “Hina? Hina—”

“She’s pregnant.”

Hinata let the tears come.

How foolish she was.

How ridiculous you look. You look like the village idiot.

“Y…yeah…”

“You knew.”

Hinata squeezed her eyes shut and balled her fists, then pushed them into her closed eyes. She was trying so very hard not to let the sobs escape. She felt Kiba’s hand rest on her head and she instinctively reached up to smack it away.

“Hey—!”

“Stop it!” Hinata cried, eyes popping open, red with tears and anger. “Stop it, stop it, stop it!”

She watched him deflate. Visibly, his shoulders slumped, his face fell into a frown, and his hands dropped into his lap.

“Why wouldn’t you tell me?” she gasped out, trying so very hard to control the shake in her voice. “You let me—you let me look like a fool! I was blind-sighted—Kiba, how could you—did Shino know?! H-he had to! Both of you—you don’t—you don’t care about me!”

Kiba’s eyes grew as he listened to her, but he didn’t even interrupt this time.

“You just—you just—” Hinata’s voice caught with the sob, and it was over. They were going to come, so she embraced it. Embraced the pain.

No happiness today.

She covered her face, squeezed her eyes closed, and pressed one palm into her mouth to force herself to just shut up.

Just shut up. It’s all you’ve ever been good for anyway, right?

“K-K-Kiba—” she choked out, it was muffled by her hand, “why? Please just—tell me why?”

Silence passed over them as Kiba shifted on his knees to sit on his bottom. He crossed his legs and scooted closer. “I didn’t…find out until I got back…”

“So?! Y-you still could have told me!”

“You were getting better!”

“Wh-what?”

“You were opening up!” His voice was shaking now, too. “You were staying with me, and then Shino told me, and—and gods Hinata!” His tone was also desperate. “I didn’t want to ruin your progress! And—I mean, come on! Look at you! You went to Naruto, willingly, to get permission to go out of the gates! And you did it well! And now you’re here, about to walk pups, with—with me—”

“With you!” Hinata sat up, suddenly feeling not just devastated, but angry. “With you, Kiba! You manipulated me!”

“What?!”

“You did!” Hinata accused, pointing a finger at him. “You just—I don’t even know what it is you want! You think this is some sort of game and it’s my—my life!”

Kiba’s jaw dropped as he watched her get to her feet, fists balling up again.

“It’s not a game!” Hinata’s voice could never get very high, but this was the highest it could go, and that meant something. “I am a shame to my clan, my brother is dead, and now—now I have to watch the only one I’ve ever loved—”

She stopped and her eyes dropped to the ground, immediately. Because she knew—she knew the consequences of what she had just said.

Even if perhaps her mind was debating with her heart, she knew.

There was a very good reason why Kiba was doing all that he did.

And now she just told him that she’s never loved him.

Her hands went limp at her sides, and her shoulders sagged. Just as she deflated as he did, he climbed to his feet, too. Her eyes followed him without lifting her head as he untied the pups and simply…walked away.

Once he was in the distance, a mere dot, she fell on her collapsed, again.

Like she had so many times. So many times, in the last several years. When Neji’s body was recovered. When Naruto proposed to Sakura. When she was forced to the realization that it could never be.

Hinata pressed her forehead into the grass, forcefully, and sobbed.

Loudly. If anyone were to stumble on her, they’d probably think someone had died, or that she was fatally injured. But no one had died and she wasn’t gravely hurt.

Except that her brother was dead, and her heart was gravely hurt.

This, this, was why she ran. So she would never have to confront these feelings. Being away, being independent, being someone different, that was what helped her move on, and now she felt like a complete idiot. Her place was never in the Leaf, it had always been away. Just like her place was never in her own clan, passed off to the only sensei willing to take her. Just like her place was never in Naruto’s heart, forgotten and cast aside. Just like her place was never by Neji’s side, always catching up and never being enough until he was taken. Her place wasn’t here. It was away. Away from the pain and the hurt.

As Hinata kneeled on the ground, forearms, and head pressed into the ground, surely leaving grass stains, she cried. She cried harder than she ever had before because it hurt more than it ever had before.

And just like always, she felt arms around her.

Being comforted during her episodes was nothing new, but she had to wonder who it was that was trying to pull her back, now.

Her chest heaved as the arms tightened, and then—

“My sister…”

Hinata’s sobs came harder than before at the soft voice behind her.

“My light, my inspiration…my star.”

Oh, no.

Hinata couldn’t help the way her sobs went harsher, shallower, haggard.

“Please…please…”

“H—Hanabi—” she choked out, a hand reaching up from the grass to encase her sister’s around her stomach. Then her little, yet taller sister heaved her up off the ground, and now she was being cradled. She sniffled as her face was pressed into her kimono top, her arms encircling her.

“Don’t leave me.”

Hinata’s breath caught as she instinctively wrapped her arms around Hanabi’s waist and locked them there.

“Not again, please. I need…my elder sister.”

“I—I—” Hinata couldn’t verbalize just how sorry she was at that moment. To everyone she loved. To Shino. To Kiba. To Hanabi. So she just…said it. “I’m sorry.”

Silence overcame them as Hinata’s sobs fill the air. Hanabi had never been much for crying, so she simply held her in a death grip. One that was horribly tight, suffocating even, but was exactly what Hinata needed.

Hanabi took a long, deep breath. As if collecting her thoughts. Then, she spoke “I forgive you. I will always forgive you, elder sister. I love you. I love you with my entire heart.”

Hinata almost wished she could escape this. Because it was exactly the same sentiment Hinata had given Hanabi, all those years ago. When Hanabi defeated Hinata. When Hanabi was named heiress to the clan. When Hinata had to look down on Hanabi and tell her that no matter what, she loved her.

But now, Hinata knew it was a kindness her sister was offering. A kindness to be forgiven, to hold onto some sort of semblance of hope, something that was real between them. Something that could never be replaced or replicated. Hinata loved Hanabi with her entire heart, from the moment she was born. And now, Hanabi was making sure she knew it, too.

And just that simple gesture…well, it was enough to quell her racing, frantic heart, for a moment.

“Hanabi, my…” Hinata gasped for breath, clutching onto the material of her shirt, “my sweet sister…I love you, too.”

Hanabi’s breath stopped for a few moments. Then her fingers started to trace circles into her scalp, soothing. Hinata leaned into the touch, just as Hanabi had leaned into her touch as a young girl. Hanabi sighed, pressing a kiss into the top of her head, and Hinata had to wonder: how did we end up like this?

Happiness wasn’t in the cards, and she wondered if it ever would be.

[huntershowl-moving]

IT ISN'T LONG AFTER PERSEPHONE LEAVES the bath and settles in that the doorbell rings. they nearly jump out of their skin at the sound, how sudden and loud it is. she's half-off the couch and ready to dive for cover when gojo gets up. he is calm, not a hint of caution on his face — though that isn't unusual for him. even if there were danger, persephone suspects he'd smile in its face.

her muscles unwind one at a time as he approaches the door and hefts a large plastic bag into his hand from the person on the other side. seph settles back into their seat with a low huff of a breath. it was more of a physical reaction than a conscious one, and her body fights still, a tight anxiety coiling up in her chest in the wake of being startled by another presence. but it's fine. they're safe. it's satoru's voice in her head that repeats it now: you're safe.

they're silent — and judging by their expression, a little shocked — as he lays out a metric fuckton of sushi options onto the coffee table in front of them. even the most mundane actions are taken cautiously: she waits for satoru to eat before picking up a pair of chopsticks and hunting down an assortment of tuna, yellowtail and tamago pieces to claim for her plate. some nigiri and sashimi, too.

they didn't realize how hungry they were. it's the first proper meal she's had in weeks, maybe months — and their silence as they savor each piece is a testament to that. wild how it feels good to experience food you like instead of scarfing down military rations whenever you get a moment to breathe. and she eyes him, too, the things he chooses from such a large array. tempura somehow makes sense for him; she wouldn't be able to explain it if asked, but it sparks a warm feeling.

they're about to refill their plate when satoru speaks. the chopsticks pause midair. almost robotic, a perfect stillness only achievable by the arms she possesses, the same thing that gives her an edge with a sniper rifle over other prodigies. there are so many things wrong with what he said that she doesn't even know where to start, information falling over itself to be thought about first —

— and they breathe in, because their lungs are burning from the lack of air. how much does he know? part of them suspected he would have investigated over the years, but that part was always an idyllic little remnant of a girl long dead. the rest of her, the logical part, knew it was unlikely he gave them another thought in the wake of everything else that he deals with on a daily basis. curses. cursed spirits. the fucking society.

the tower sounds strange on satoru's tongue. sometimes they forget that that's how the world knows amari fletch: a faceless tarot card left behind at the scene of the unseen's highest-profile crimes, the ones that make an example of someone for the whole underworld to see. it isn't exactly difficult to find out their alias, so long as you know the unseen exists, so it's not farfetched to believe that he did a bit of digging. it's impressive that he made the connection, though.

❝ i — ❞ she exhales again, sharp. it's better if he doesn't know. just lie and say yes. if it's a crime by orders, he won't look deeper. but persephone has never been a good liar, and satoru gojo sees too much, and his shirt feels nice on their skin and they're so fucking tired.

she owes him one hell of a debt for all of this. the least they can provide is an answer. finally, quiet and bitter: ❝ no. hellhound has nothing to do with them. it's — personal. ❞ the random victims, the panic of a new serial killer, the slow-built myth of a cursed spirit who transforms into a wolf with too many eyes or teeth or heads or whatever the fuck each region has come up with for their version. she doesn't care; it all serves her well.

fletch — the tower — covers for her with the police, but otherwise they stay their hand. she never figured out how to thank them for that.

seph's movements are slower now as she acquiesces to the demand for more from her body, picking up a similar collection of rolls and nigiri to sit back and enjoy. before she does, her dark eyes cut over to satoru. ❝ how much do you know? ❞

it may have been years, but persephone hasn't changed, not really.  they still have that same haunted look in their eye, the look that makes them look as if they are consistently backed into a corner, ready for the next attack to come their way.  he can't say he blames them, not with the background that they have.  his mind constantly goes to the arms that were attached to her  ––  the way that scar tissue pokes out every so often, how they make a joke of them, play with the middle finger lighter like it's a joke.  there's a sad way that they carry themselves;  he wants to settle in, keep them safe  ––  even if it's never been asked of him.  even if they have never once asked him anything.

the unseen.  he hasn't found much out about them  ––  he keeps his inquiries small, not enough to actively draw attention to himself.  while he can handle himself, he knows that the organization is enough to scare persephone, and he doesn't see them scare easily at any given moment.  all he knows is that they do some very fucked up things, things that should never be able to see the light of day.   satoru has been biding his time over the past ten years  ––  gathering quiet information, mentally keeping his rage hidden.  he keeps thinking of their brother.  he keeps thinking of the things that have happened to them.  the way that there is compression on their souls. 

heavenly pacts.   he absolutely hates them.  they seem to bring nothing more than trouble with them.  but he doesn't say anything about it to persephone, not yet:  she had already been hard to even reach, ready to bolt.  it hadn't been until he had used a nickname that he had brought her in  ––  and he wasn't keen to shatter their fragile sort of alliance just yet.

thumb swipes a few times on his phone, finding the familiar site that he orders from constantly.  eyes flick to the clock  ––  they close in five, and he's pretty sure the guy is going to be mad at him for this.   however, he makes sure he leaves a good tip when placing the order and hopes that it'll be enough to inspire.  

an hour ticks down.  the doorbell goes off and he buzzes the delivery guy in and makes sure to slip him an extra fifty yen on top of the hundreds that he had already tipped.  when he shuts and locks the door, he tripe checks it, then sets out the buffet of sushi just as the door to the bathroom opens up.  the steam that settles into the room makes him glance up, eyes softening slightly at the way that his clothes hang off of their body.  her hair is already drying in the way that makes him question it, makes him want to tug and see what makes it work.  he refrains  ––  he has some self control.

❝  you know, that's the thing about having money.  all you gotta do is flash a really good tip and they're willing to bend over backward. ❞   slight smile and born arrogance.   really, satoru had tipped well over the limit because it was appropriate.   he wouldn't have imagined even attempting it if he didn't have a steady flow of business there already  ––  the extra edamame that was included speaks to just how much he's actually valued there.

once they're seated, he puts a few pieces of tempura shrimp onto his plate, dipping them into soy sauce before popping them into his mouth.   he lets them sit in silence for a few moments, simply enjoying the food.  he's hungry after everything, and personally, he has learned that sometimes it's the perfect way to break the tension.

❝  so, did the tower put you up to whatever it was you were doing out there? ❞    it's said with absolute casualty, his chopsticks reaching forth to snag a vegetable roll out of one of the containers.

[ninjakitty2988]

Chapter twelve you are my sunshine

You raise your eyebrow "yes you're not gonna make me eat that stinky natto". There's a lot of tension in the room, not the kind where you can cut the air with a life but Kyojuro was feeling rather playful. Was it the flirty kind of just him having a sense of humour? You weren't sure so you thought you rest the waters a little bit. You pass a little remark "you know kyo you shouldn't play with your food!" He almost spits the natto out from the cheeky remark you made and his name being shortened and his heart is set ablaze in his chest! Shinobu just laughs and continues to listen to the conversation over breakfast while drinking green tea.

Mitsuri looks at Kyojuro and knows exactly what's going on. She's never seen him like this; it's like he's under a spell or something! Mitsuri is getting stirred up. She knows that he's in love with her and you're in love with him. The tell tale signs and signals are developing strongly! Tengan however is a little astounded, yet a smirk is slowly creeping across his lips! Kyojuro picks up some of the natto in his mouth and eats it. "See it's not that bad y/n!" You scrunch your nose "it is ugh yuck..". Kyojuro picks up some more natto on his chopsticks trying to prove you wrong, and shoves the natto directly straight in your mouth! Mitsuri gasps as she ponders "that's an indirect kiss for sure!" Across the table Tengan is grinning from ear to ear!

You however have the fermented soya beans in your mouth! Ever since you first tasted natto as a child, you never liked the texture, the taste or the smell you couldn't tolerate it! And now you have the fermented soybeans in your mouth, also possibly Kyojuros saliva! He's definitely amused with the bold move he did himself, Kyojuro is grinning playfully! Your face is crimson red just as bright tips of his hair. You chew the natto and swallow it quickly expecting the same experience you had when you first tried natto. You shudder in an instant as the food slides down your gullet!

You have a slight aftertaste but it's not as bad as you thought! Aoi must have put something in with the natto to make it more palatable on the tongue!

"Kyo, it's not as bad as I thought I.." he does it again, and feeds you the natto with his chopsticks without any warning. Another indirect kiss! "Hey I have my own chopsticks and I can manage to feed myself, flame hashria!" He grins mischievously "aww come on let me feed you!"

You are a flustered mess "I..umm Kyo". Mitsuri Kanroji can't take it anymore, she is bouncing and Tengan is enjoying watching you getting flustered by his best friend feeding you! Kyojuro leans in closer to you "have you had enough, are you feeling full?"

You nod "y-eah". Kyojuro beams "wonderful, not as bad as you used to think, my sunshine!" Your heart is pounding in your chest now he's calling you his sunshine?! Mitsuri lets out a squeal! She can not contain herself. You get nervous and you stand up but Kyojuro grabs your finger tips. "Where are you going y/n, are you ok?" You look at him straight in his face still blushing "I am going to have a wash I need to freshen up" Kyojuro stands up "I will help you.." before Kyojuro finished talking, Tengan interrupts he wolf whistles at the both of you "are going to strip her naked and wash her body Rengoku?" Kyojuro's cheeks rapidly burn! "Why don't you join her? She can wash your naked body!"

Gyomei Himejima scolds Tengan "Uzui Tengan I don't think Rengoku has any unmannerly intentions for that particular way!" Tengen looks stunned and stops teasing the both of you, looking like he's been told off by his father.

Both of you walked out of the room where you sat to eat, both of you are a flustered mess! You and Kyojuro walk down to your sleeping quarters and you go to shut the door behind you. You pace around to gather some soaps for your wash your skin and your hair. You've been longing for a wash, some simple yet also essential pleasures you intend to enjoy.

Kyojuro grabs a hold of your wrist and you yelp not expecting him to do so. "My apologies, my sunshine for Tengan's explicit behaviour!" Kyojuro pulls you closer to hug you, wrapping his large hand around your head and then wraps his other hand around the small of your back and pulls you closer causing you to lean your head on his chest unintentionally. You can hear Kyojuro's heartbeat pounding in his chest "kyo you shouldn't have to apologize for his behaviour! However I do have a question about why you called me your sunshine?" You can feel the heat radiate off his body after you quizz him, "well I can stop calling you sunshine if you want or do you much prefer my ember maybe my little flame?"

Your heart is pounding in your chest! You stumble over your words "kyo..juro is the s..s.. something you want to say?" Kyojuro takes a deep breath, his face looks at you with a serious look, you slightly panic and then his face changes softly! "Please forgive me if I come on too strong, please sit down for a moment with me won't you?" You silently nod and sit next to Kyojuro unsure what he wants to say, you fiddle with your sleeve he instantly notices. He pulls you on his lap only to try and calm you down! you are tense, very uncertain of having no idea what he's going to do or say! "Come now don't fret I won't won't hurt you!"

You start to relax as he strokes your hair. "Well then the thing is we mostly grew up together right?" You nod "yes indeed we did." Kyojuro clears his throat and continues to speak, "so you know me most of my life and I know you well too". You listen closely to what he wants to say, he sighs "I never thought of you as a sister and, I know you feel that you never thought of me as a brother!" You nod to confirm his explanation but stay silent. He blushes intensively "l…have fallen deeply in love with you y/n, i am more than infatuated towards you, will you be mine?"

You look at Kyojuro your blushing furiously and open your mouth but no sound comes out, your stunned at his confession! You ponder for a small moment trying to wrap it around in your mind what he has said. Kyojuro thinks he's overstepped the mark and looks incredibly troubled. You snap out of your thoughts and look at Kyojuro you gingerly lift a hand to his cheek. You are barely audible but it was just enough for Kyojuro to hear it, your head is nodding,"yes I will be yours I.. l..love you too Kyo." His mood instantly changes, he's feeling ecstatic, pulling you closer to him on his lap. "My goodness, I thought I overstepped the mark then".

You smile sweetly "no of course not kyo". Hearing her say that makes him elated. "May I kiss you?" You giggle "you don't have to ask my permission to kiss me." He wastes no time. He's been aching to kiss you for a while, longing to confess his feelings to you. He wanted to choose a perfect moment, but he couldn't wait any longer. He is so needy he wants his greedy lips on yours. He leans forward towards you, he cups both of your cheeks and kisses you softly, he deepens the kiss and slightly moans. Using his tongue to gain entry to the inside of your mouth, you slightly open your mouth enough for him to slide his tongue. Both tongues dancing together, you moan ever so quietly. You both break away from the kiss for air, after what you felt was a few moments!

[ellitx]

4nemo already agonizing over the fact that you, y/n, the person they love and cherish...

IS WITH THOSE DCKZ BASTARDS?

they're hurt but atleast it's only dckz, right? right..?

how wrong they were

tvtdream their worst rival. they had similar themes with cool looking short kings theme.

turns out you were also well acquainted with tvtdream too! how? well this is the following scenario how each individual found out

it was in a convention. a fan meetup.

venti was just crying and clinging on to you after the whole thing, you felt bad since he was well, crying. but oh damn he is so pretty

entered bennett bouken hugging you from behind! oh, what is this murderous aura from venti! eh its probably nothing, you strike a conversation completely ignoring venti's pleas.

you and bennett got along when he and diluc did an album collab called "pyrotechnics" and let's not forget you having a whole day being a nurse for him. let's just say donuts and construction works don't fit the gist.

venti will shoo him off but bennett is so oblivious! wait. why. why are you suddenly wearing a tvtdream jacket. did he miss something? OH- oh bennett gave you that?

he could only do what was the reasonable option. fight bennett. and then he can give you a limited edition 4nemo jacket. prepare your bouken butt.

xiao well, you promised to buy him so almond tofu ice cream with him to forgive you for lying to him, you didn't lie about anything tho but let's not tell him that

ah the ice cream shop was about to close, only one order left to make, xiao being xiao was going to have said order.

but celestia wasn't so kind.

chongyun made and entrance! he was in a hurry and skipped the line because of his sickness? yang energy? you did see him in one of those states not so long ago.

you don't know but you just instinctively gave your spot to him. because well you don't want someone to die- you even volunteered to pay for his ice cream seeing he was in a hurry that he forgot his wallet. poor guy :(

well that made xiao mad! mad as hell. how could you? you promised to buy him the almond tofu ice cream! and you didn't even defend your spot? HOW WOULD YOU DEFEND MORAX. HUMAN.

now you have xiao, running to you from across the table you reserved holding a jacket. wait. is. is he going TO CHOKE CHONGYUN WITH THE TVT DREAM JACKET?

ahh, poetry? romantic is it not? well, it's not. since kazuha was reading poems for revenge and betrayal to soothe his pain how unromantic of him. you were just sitting across the table. awkwardly. eating almond tofu.

kazuha smiled, finally ending sighing in relief of his anger. maybe he should swindle a line or two teasingly? to lighten the mood.

he was about to tell you how mischievous you are about the whole job thing. he even had a pick up line! BUT NO.

xingqui had to just walk in the table and sit down while reading a book. specifically the sequel of the book he was reading.

"may i help you?" kazuha gritted through his teeth.

xingqui only smiled, before turning to you "did you here anything y/n? no? well, how was your day? did you do anything interesting?"

"oh- uh xingqui kazuha is right there next to you- and uh wait why are you tilting my head to face you"

he. he was dumbfounded. THAT FUCKER. HOW. HOW DARE HE IGNORE HIM AND TALK TO YOU. HE WAS BASICALLY INTERRUPTING AN AWKWARD DATE. HE'LL PAY WITH A THOUSAND WINDS.

aether the innocent one, he out of all the rest is the most calmest and reasonable. of course. yes, he understands that it's a job and should be taken as so.

he was very gentle with you, always there even defended you about your job.

but now he was cracking. literally.

both of you were just sitting in a bench of a random store, chatting and laughing about how kazuha had a fight with xingqui using chopsticks and spite. good ol times.

he made you laugh, and even talked about other topics like paimon dish or how his sister would possibly kill him. he loved your laugh.

ahh.

it felt like a sudden hit in the head when razor suddenly got involved, no seriously razor literally hit aether in the head with his foot. he climbed a building and did some parkour. 'smelled your scent' was the reason.

now if aether didn't have any probably brain damage he would've think straight to try and lecture razor.but no. he was now very pissed and was crying. you had to come him down before any paparazzi see him brawl with razor.

"why why did you even climb a building." aether mumbled rainbows dripping from his head.

"smell scent. friend." razor replied casually while hugging you.

"i don't understand." he cried.

you eventually called over venti who was in the salon treating his burnt hair, xiao who got a slight flu, and kazuha who was currently getting his left arm fixed off a chopstick.

good times for 4nemo later you saw a headline saying "group 4nemo had been hit with badluck! sponsors dandelion cologne"

least to say you had a week with dckz coaxing how this is why you shouldn't be in a relationship. it will only hurt people. literally.

First we had 4nemo vs dckz and now 4nemo vs tvtdream?!

This is an interesting reverse harem 👀 looking forward to see more of your ideas anon~

[starryhyuck]

not the same. (m)

pairing: dom!renjun x sub!reader

words: 2k+

summary: you haven’t seen renjun in years, and you can’t deny your crush on him hasn’t gone away.

genre: fluff, smut

warnings: multiple orgasms, creampie, choking, degradation

This isn’t weird. You’re hanging out with Renjun for the night just like you used to.

He’s also incredibly hot now, but that’s a different story.

The door swings open and you put on your best smile. Renjun grins back and envelops you in a hug, and you try your best to ignore the warmth pooling at your core.

“Hey, I missed you!”

You giggle and wrap your arms around his waist. “I missed you too, Renjun.”

He ushers you inside and notes that the rest of the boys are gone for the night, so it would just be you two. All alone. For hours.

You can do this.

“I made dinner, I’m hoping you still like that stuff we used to eat in school,” he chuckles, hovering over the stove while you take a seat at the dining table.

“It sounds great,” you beam. “Thank you.”

You cough awkwardly. You don’t really know what to say — you haven’t seen Renjun in a few years. The both of you were practically joined at the hip since birth, but you’ve grown a lot after he left, and so has he. You still kept in touch with his career and his surmounting success, but FaceTime calls aren’t the same as being together in real life.

“Do you still dance?” He questions, stirring whatever contents he was brewing. “I remember how good you used to be.”

You chuckle. “From time to time, but not as much as before. I can obviously tell you’re still dancing. Donghyuck mentioned you’ve been working out a lot lately too.”

He rolls his eyes playfully. “Yeah, I work out, but nothing changes.”

I beg to differ. You cough again.

“When did you start talking to Donghyuck again anyways?” He asks. You think you hear a hint of jealousy in his voice, but you shake the thought off before it grows.

“You know him, he’s always bugging me when he gets bored. He was also trying to find something to blackmail you with.”

He laughs, and you forgot how that sound used to make you feel. You shove down the butterflies blooming in your chest. Your crush on Renjun really never went away, especially after he rose to stardom and kept in contact with you. His parents still call you their daughter-in-law, which doesn’t help your attempts to let the crush subside at all.

You eat dinner in silence, and it isn’t comfortable silence either. It’s after a few minutes pass when Renjun grows upset and throws down his chopsticks.

“What’s wrong with us? We were never awkward like this before.”

You blink, avoiding his gaze. “Um, well, we haven’t seen each other in a long while.”

“But we talk all the time,” he frowns. “We had a two hour call just last week.”

You shrug. “I don’t know what to tell you, Renjun.”

You want to tell him that seeing him in person clearly has an effect on you. Your panties are practically ruined just because you’re sitting next to him. It’s been like this all the time, but you’re usually able to control your affections for him in a more subtle manner.

“Is it me? Is it the food? Do you actually not like it anymore? I can-“

“No, no, the food is fine,” you assure. You feel incredibly bashful trying to speak to him about your thoughts. “I just- I don’t know. It’s hard. Seeing you in person again.”

His eyebrows furrow. “Why?”

You exhale. “Because you always make me feel weird, Renjun.”

His frown grows deeper. “Okay, you lost me. Am I making you uncomfortable? I don’t mean to.”

“No!” You hiss, getting frustrated. “I just- The crush I had on you years ago never went away, okay? I tried, but it’s just hard seeing you like this.”

You angrily stab your fork into your food and curse yourself silently. You pause when you feel his hands move over yours, turning so you can face him.

“Renjun, what are you-“

You gasp when his lips press against yours, thumb caressing your cheek slowly. You whimper when he pulls you closer against him, to the point where you’re almost straddling his lap.

“Renjun,” you whisper, and he shushes you.

“It’s okay, baby. How long did you wait for me?”

Your fingers grip his shoulder as he balances you on top of him.

“I- um-“

He laughs. “I heard you tell Jaemin a few months ago about your crush. I was wondering if I should make a move or not.”

You narrow your eyes. “So you knew.”

He hums, and moves his mouth to press kisses against your neck. The sensation has you arching at the touch, and your breath hitches as Renjun’s hands move lower and lower.

“So all that time, you were just imagining yourself under me, weren’t you?”

You swallow. “Maybe.”

He laughs again, but this time, it sounds just a little more sinister. You wonder if you’ve awoken something in him.

You squeal when he picks you up, easily moving the two of you to his bedroom. He lays you down on his bed, fingers still gripping your hips tightly. He smiles down at you.

“Aren’t you a pretty sight?”

“Won’t Jisung be mad? We’re violating his room.”

“It’s my room too,” he muses, sucking at the sensitive spot on your neck. “And he won’t know. I understand you’re incapable of keeping a secret, but I’m actually quite good at it.”

“Hey!” You pout.

He grins. “Cutie.” He pauses as his hands hover over your jeans. “I should let you know something before we go further.”

You nod, sensing the nervousness in his tone. “It’s okay, Renjun. I trust you.”

He chuckles. “I’m not usually- um, I’m not usually delicate with these sorts of things.”

You raise an eyebrow. “You mean having sex?”

“Yeah. I mean, I’m not crazy, but I don’t like going slow.”

“Well, it’s not like I’m a virgin, Renjun.”

“I just think it would be best if we have a safe word.”

Arousal builds within you at the thought of Renjun being so rough. You never expected it from him, if you’re being completely honest. Renjun was always your happy, tiny friend who loved you unconditionally.

“Um, okay. How about pineapple?”

“Sounds good to me.”

And then Renjun unleashes a part of him you’ve never seen before. You gasp when he undresses you in a blink of an eye, his eyes darkening at the lace of your panties.

“Did you wear this for me, baby?”

You stutter. “I-I didn’t know-“

He smiles. “Just teasing. You look so cute when you’re on the spot, you know.”

You don’t have time to respond before he’s running a finger up your clothed core. You hiss and arch your back.

“So responsive,” he hums. “Tell me how you like it, baby.”

You blink. “I usually like it when they eat me out first.”

“Yeah?” He asks, taking the shell of your ear between his lips. “You like it when they eat your cunt? When they play with your pretty little pussy?”

You whimper at the filth leaving his mouth. “Yes, yes,” you cry. “I want it, please.”

He growls. “Fuck, baby. I want to make a mess out of you.”

He moves until he’s in between your thighs, pressing kisses against the flesh. Your breath hitches as his fingers tug your underwear down. You’re a little shy to be so bare in front of him, but with the way Renjun looks at you, you swear he’s about to devour you at any moment.

You whine when he takes the first lick up your slit, pleasure shooting through your veins. You watch as he spits onto your cunt, tongue circling over your clit roughly. Your orgasm crashes into you without warning and you cry out, tangling your hands into his hair and pulling him closer. He drinks your essence as you ride out the waves of your high.

“Renjun, Renjun, Renjun,” you chant his name, feeling over the moon.

He laughs when you come down. “You cum really fast. Good.”

“Wait-“

You almost scream when he slides two fingers into you. His thumb presses against your clit harshly and you move to scramble away from him.

“I’m too sensitive, no, no-“

He shushes you. “Don’t worry, baby. I got you.”

You swear you scream when he pushes a third finger inside your dripping pussy, sending you over the edge again. You’re a whimpering mess at this point, begging Renjun to give you a break while he coos at you.

“Aw, you’re so pretty when you look like a little whore for me, baby. Are you always this wet for everyone else?”

“J-Just for you,” you whisper, struggling to breathe. He laughs at your disheveled state.

“It’s just for me? Pretty slut, all for me, right baby?”

You nod and he retracts his fingers, stuffing them in his mouth. He nearly licks them clean and you gasp at how lewd the action is.

“Can I h-have your cock n-now?”

His grin stretches from ear to ear. “Oh? You want more? So greedy.”

“Renjun, please.”

“You can do a lot better than that,” he teases. “Tell me how much you want my cock, sweet girl.”

You scramble. “I want it s-s-so badly, R-Renjun. W-Want you to fill my t-tight pussy with your cock. You made me wait too long,” you whine.

“I did make you wait a long time, didn’t I?”

You eagerly agree, hoping he’ll give you what you desire. You squeak when his fingers close around your throat. He leans down to lick a stripe up your cheek.

“Open.” You follow instructions, opening your mouth wide and observing as his spit trails down to your tongue. “Swallow.”

You obey and he smiles, pleased with your performance.

“I’m gonna fuck you now, baby. Remember your safe word?”

You nod. All you can do is lay down and watch as he frees his cock from the confines of his underwear, his hand still wrapped around your throat possessively. Your eyes widen at the length of his cock, giving himself a few tugs before he positions at your entrance.

You whine. “Hurry, Renjun.”

“Such an impatient whore.”

The stretch is burning and you moan, your eyes locked on how Renjun struggles to push inside of you.

“Fuck. You’re so fucking tight.” When he bottoms out, you both exhale loudly. He pushes your thighs apart further and balances himself on his knees. “Remember that safe word, baby.”

You wonder why Renjun was so concerned about pushing it too far until he actually fucks you. The pleasure is mind numbing, and combined with him choking you and rubbing at your clit, you feel like you’re going to pass out. It gets to be too much for you again, and you whimper, trying to push him away.

He scolds you. “Don’t be such a brat. Take your fucking like a good girl.”

You’re sure you have another two orgasms without actually registering they’re happening. You feel limp in his arms, practically turning into a doll for him to fuck as he pleases. When the fire builds in your stomach again, you feel a tear slip down your cheek.

“I can’t, Renjun. I c-can’t.”

“Yes, you can and you will. One more, pretty girl, and I’ll give you all my cum like a good whore deserves. Don’t you want that, baby?”

And you want it. You want it more than you’ve ever wanted anything before.

Your last orgasm is blinding, and you grip his arm tightly, trying to pull him as close as you possibly can. Your whole body twitches and Renjun groans, spilling into you after you continuously clench down on his cock.

When you both recover, you feel like a different person. You faintly hear him rising to clean you up, whimpering when his cock slips out of you. His calming voice returns soon after.

“Shh, good girl. Did so good for me.”

Your eyes widen when you feel him gather the cum dripping onto your thighs and pushing it back into you.

“Renjun-“

“It’s okay, I got you. Last one, I promise.”

You fulfill his wishes, and it doesn’t take very much for you to be thrown off the edge again. You pass out shortly after, hearing his praises before your eyes flutter shut.

“Good girl. So pretty and pliant for me. Sweet dreams.”

[baekhansol]

relief & reassurance

pairing: san x reader, wooyoung x reader (both san & wooyoung are doms, reader is sub)

genres: comfort, angst-ish, smut, completely self indulgence | rating: mature ! do not interact if a minor

word count: 3812

plot: you're feeling down, and your boyfriends try to make you feel better

warnings: depression, self hatred, skin picking disorder, body weight insecurity, polyamourous relationship, nipple/ breast play, fingering, sex toy usage, oral, bdsm themes, doms/sub relationships, orgasm denial & control, squirting, spanking, choking, biting/marking/slight scratching, a bit of hair pulling, slight teasing, use of pet names (princess, good girl), bulge kink, creampie, unprotected sex (please be safe!!), doggystyle, praise kink, multiple orgasm, pain kink(?), threesome, use of the color light system (just check-ins, no safe word use), subspace, and sweet sweet aftercare - as usual, let me know if I missed anything!

a/n: this is a very very self indulgent fic. a very special thanks to @sugasbabiie for beta reading this for me and pointing out some things that I needed to change 💜💜💜

You felt disgusting, broken, and just downright depressed. You were supposed to hang out with San for the night, but he was running late. So you went ahead and ordered takeout, getting his favorite. Ever since you started dating him and Wooyoung, you would take time to have a date night with them separately and together. That way, you wouldn't always be the victim of their teasing.

You hear San unlocking the door, so you do your best to act fine as you go over to greet him.

"I'm glad you're finally here!" You say, pulling him into a hug.

"Hi baby," he says, his dimples appearing as he hugs you back. "It smells delightful," San adds, pulling back and looking at you. His eyebrow twitches, and you're afraid he is going to ask what was wrong, but instead, he takes off his shoes.

"I'm glad! I bought your favorite barbecue, and I think it might still be warm," you tell him, clapping your hands once as you go to check, San trailing behind.

"Did you already eat?" He checks, looking at you sternly as he breaks the wooden chopsticks.

"Yes, and if you want proof, it's in the trash can," you say, looking down and away.

"Alright," he says, his voice softening immediately. "Go turn something you like on, okay? I'll eat and then clean up."

You nod and kiss his cheek, going back and turning on the show you've been marathoning. San comes and sits next to you, eating and half-heartedly paying attention.

You lean against his shoulder and curl up into your blanket, trying to relax. Your insecurities were getting the better of you.

When San finishes his food, he kisses your cheek. "I'll be back in a few," he says, and you know he is going to shower.

"Make sure to brush your teeth!"

"I will," San responds with a chuckle.

When San returns from cleaning up, you hadn't realized you zoned out from the show and started crying. He turns off the TV and pulls you into his lap slowly, giving you the opportunity to pull away.

You don't, so you end up letting out a soft sob against his chest. San soothingly plays with your hair and rubs your back, letting you cry while saying soothing words in your ear.

"It's okay baby, let it out. I'm here for you, don't worry. You can tell me anything; you know that, right?"

When you’ve calmed down enough, and you blow your nose, San finally asks, "What has you so worked up, Y/N?"

You sigh, looking away and shaking your head.

"I just want to help," he assures you, "So please, tell me."

He wipes your tears away with his thumb, his own eyes full of concern.

"I've just been… feeling really insecure and hating my body," you murmur, looking away. "I hate that I have a stupid skin picking disorder. I hate how fat I am. I hate my stretch marks and my stupid eyes. I hate that I have two incredibly attractive boyfriends, and I'm just a potato," you rant, getting overly worked up to the point you start crying again.

"No, no, no, no, precious no," San says, his heart breaking as he sends a quick text to Wooyoung (get your ass over here asap).

"You're so beautiful, okay? We are all humans with flaws. Woo and I are idols, so that's why you think that. Remember my high school and middle school photos? I'd probably look worse than that now if I weren't an idol and could spend lots of money on skincare," he says with a slight giggle, handing you tissues again.

You take it and blow your nose again, groaning slightly. He just had to be logical.

"And I love all of you. I love your sexy body. I love your personality. I love the way you think and talk; how you see the world. I love your pretty eyes. They can see, you know? So you can see me," he giggles at that a little, gently kissing each of your eyelids.

"I love your pretty lips," he says, running a thumb over them. "I love your body. There's so much to cuddle, and you're soft and even better to cuddle than shiber, but don't tell them." At this, San gently starts caressing your body.

"And you know, your sweet tummy isn't going to be flat like mine. It's hard work to keep abs, and I generally don't eat before we perform to keep them there. Because when I eat, bye bye abs," he tells you, pulling his shirt up to show you how his stomach was just smooth and soft.

"And for your tummy," San begins, laying you down on the couch and pulling your shirt up to kiss it. "Your pretty tummy holds your uterus and the most precious parts of the entire female reproductive system, your ovaries and eggs. And right here," he kisses under your belly button, getting closer to over your pubic bone, a very sensitive spot for you, "right here is where all the magic happens."

You quirk an eyebrow, waiting for him to explain as you feel your cheeks heating up.

"It's where a baby will grow, if we decide to have one, and it's where your body let's you know it's reproductively healthy," he starts, kissing lower and lower each time, until you're biting your tongue to hold back a moan. San picks up the change in your state, swallowing the need to smirk.

"And your legs, your beautiful legs," he murmurs, massaging your feet and up your calves. "They carry you around all day and are so pretty." San kisses your shins, then slowly up your inner thighs, making you squirm.

His strong hands hold you in place as he continues worshiping your body. "You're beautiful thighs," he murmurs, nipping them. "They hide something beautiful between them, but even on their own…" San tries not to groan, as he can tell he is growing hard by your soft gasps. "They're soft and lovely to rest my head on, like your breasts, and I could spend all day marking them up. I love the way they jiggle like your ass does when spanked," he adds, looking you in your eye as he rubs your thigh, what he normally would do before spanking you.

When you nod, he gives them a resounding smack. This time, you don't hold back your moan.

He takes your hands in his, kissing your palms. "Your beautiful hands are perfect to hold, and your arms giving the best hugs, but don't tell Wooyoung or really anyone I said that," San giggles a little again, kissing up your arms, nipping here and there on the soft flesh.

"I know you hate how you pick at your arms, and I know how hard it is for you to control that impulse. But I want to help you, and I assure you Wooyoung feels the same way, okay?" he assures you.

You look away, more embarrassed than aroused now. "Precious, I asked you a question," he says, turning your chin to make you look at him, his dominance coming out.

"Yes sir," you say, biting your lip.

"You don't have to call me sir right now. This is about you. Now, can I make you feel good?" He whispers, his thumb ghosting over your lip as his knee ruts into your core.

"Please," you sigh, wondering if he would ask first or if he would make you beg.

Your word pleased him, as he immediately picks you up and kisses you deeply, carrying you to your bed.

“I love you so much; you know that, right?” San asks as he sets you down on the bed, helping you out of your shirt.

“I do,” you say softly, looking down as your face heats up.

San plants another sweet kiss on your lips, then slowly down your neck.

“Your soft skin is so kissable,” he says with a little giggle, nipping and sucking lightly, just enough to leave slight marks for the day. He undoes your bra, laying you back on the bed as his mouth travels down your decolletage, his hands caressing your breasts.

“You’re so precious to me, and I love all of you,” San assures you. “Are you sure you’re okay? You’ll say yellow if you’re uncomfortable? Red if you want to stop?” he adds.

“I love you too,” you whisper, looking down at him lovingly. “And I always will,” you assure him.

He immediately takes one of your breasts in his mouth, his teeth lightly grazing your nipple, causing you to moan out his name.

He smiles against your skin, giving the same attention to the other breast. San begins to kiss down your stomach, humming while he does.

“I love your soft tummy,” he murmurs, looking up at you with utmost sincerity in his eyes. “It makes you extra cuddly,” he giggles.

You blush, not sure how to respond until he hooks his fingers beneath the waistband of your shorts.

“May I?” San asks, raising an eyebrow.

“Yes please,” you say, raising your hips to help him. He ends up taking your underwear off as well, a somewhat sheepish smirk on his face.

“Sorry,” he says, his tone rather unconvincing.

You roll your eyes as he spreads your legs, his eyes going face to face with your heat.

“Can I eat you out?” he bluntly asks, his warm fingers opening your folds.

“Please,” you say, letting him position your legs better as he immediately licks your folds, kissing your clit.

You let out a soft whine of pleasure, falling back onto your bed and allowing yourself to relax. San continues to suck on your clit, feeling your arousal start to drip onto his chin as you clench around nothing. Before you could beg for more, San’s tongue enters you, lapping up your arousal and easily hitting the spots that make your orgasm begin to quickly grow. San’s nose rubs against your clit, and he smirks as you grind against his face.

“San~ Sannie~ ah~” you moan, causing him to chuckle softly. The vibrations make your toes curl, and you gasp and grab the sheets.

San reaches up and takes one of your hands in his, gently squeezing it in reassurance as he continues his ministrations.

As you start feeling closer to your orgasm, San stops. He stands up, causing you to whine.

“Don’t worry, I’m not done yet,” he says with a gentle laugh. San opens the drawer where you kept your sex toys and lube, and he takes something out you can’t quite see.

“What color are you?” he asks.

“Still green,” you assure him, trying to smile for him.

San kisses your forehead before going back down on you, this time putting his fingers inside of you. He turns on the bullet vibrator he took on a low setting and presses it against your clit, smirking when you groan his name and buck your hips.

“God, you’re so sexy like this,” he murmurs, kissing your thigh.

You whimper in response, boosting his ego. San turns up the setting on the vibrator, relishing in the power he had over you. He was glad he could help you feel better, even if it was only temporary. Which he hoped it wouldn’t. He wanted his words to have comforted you.

“I’m close-” you begin, your toes curling and thighs shaking.

San immediately pulls his fingers out of you and turns off the vibrator.

“San, what the fuck?” you whine. You weren’t being bratty; you were just confused.

“I promise I am still doing this to make you feel good,” he assures you, setting down the vibrator. “What color are you?” San asks.

“Green,” you admit, causing him to smirk and go back down on you.

After being denied twice, the coil built into a strong pressure, causing you to furrow your brows and whine out his name, being more vocal than usual. You almost feel overstimulated, but he holds your hips in place with firm hands so you can’t escape.

“San, fuck, I’m gonna- fuck!” you nearly sob, suddenly orgasming harder than you have in the past.

He lets you ride his tongue through your orgasm before he pulls up, a confident smirk on his now rather wet face. “I made you squirt,” he says proudly.

“I-?”

“Squirted, yeah,” San smugly confirms, standing up and sauntering to the bathroom. You’re not sure what he is doing in there, but he soon comes back with a dried face and a damp washcloth.

“I want to keep going,” you sheepishly admit.

He nods and cleans off some of the mess, tossing the washcloth into the hamper. “Let's take off the blankets then, yeah?” San says, helping you stand as he strips off the blanket.

You sit back down and look up at him, pulling him in for a kiss when he comes back. “I want you inside me,” you say softly, tugging at his pants.

“Be patient, you will,” he assures you, pulling away to undress himself.

His self-control never failed to surprise you because as soon as he got rid of his clothes, his hard length stood erect.

He hovers back over you, laying you down and kissing you sweetly. San grinds against you to test how sensitive you were. When you shivered, he stopped, continuing to gently kiss you.

San pulls away after a moment in order to align himself with your entrance. “I love you so much,” he tells you, sliding his tip in.

“I love you too, San,” you assure him, gasping as he continues to enter you, stilling only when he was fully seated inside.

“See, your tummy is even bigger now,” San giggles, rubbing your tummy.

“Are you trying to get me to say you have a big cock?” you giggle.

“No, but I wouldn’t be offended if you did say that,” he responds with a giggle of his own.

“San, please move your big cock,” you tease a little, laughing softly.

“As you wish, princess,” San teases right back, beginning to move at a comfortable, intimate pace.

You move your hips in tandem to his thrusts, gasping softly as he brushes your g spot.

“I’m so lucky to have you in my life,” San says, praising you sweetly. “You’re an amazing person, and I can’t believe you love me back.”

You feel yourself blushing, unable to say anything besides soft moans and whines.

“You’re so beautiful. Like this and any other time. You’re always beautiful,” he assures you, reaching down to start rubbing your clit.

You grab onto his bicep that was holding him up, whimpering his name.

“Good girl,” San groans, reaching down to capture your lips in a kiss. “Go ahead and cum when you need to, don’t hold back,” he adds, picking up his pace ever so slightly, knowing you were growing close.

“I- oh, fuck,” you whine, your nails digging into his bicep as you orgasm.

He continues to thrust through yours, and San soon releases inside of you.

“You couldn’t wait for me to get here?” You hear Wooyoung cry indignantly.

“How long have you been there?” San asks, pulling out of you and cupping your cheek before rolling onto the bed next to you, giving you a view of a very irritated and flustered Wooyoung.

“Long enough to start getting hard,” Wooyoung complains. You glance down to his crotch, and there was a definite tent in his pants.

“Well, this wasn’t the original plan,” San begins, and you are quick to look at the floor, taking great interest in the carpet suddenly. “Y/N was feeling depressed and very insecure about her body, and it just happened to lead to this,” San explains, leaning back and crossing his arms.

“You did?” Wooyoung asks, his eyes snapping to you.

You don’t look up at him or say anything, but you nod a little.

Wooyoung doesn’t say anything, but you know he walks over in front of you. His fingers grip your chin and tilt your head up. “I asked you a question,” he says, his eyes hard.

“I… yes…” you say, sounding uncertain of yourself.

Wooyoung raises an eyebrow, waiting expectantly.

“I… don’t like myself?” you tell him, your words coming out as more of a question than a statement.

“Y/N,” Wooyoung says, trying his best not to sound disappointed. “You’re an amazing person. The best partner we could ask for. I don’t know what exactly is wrong, and I would love to talk about that later if you want. But I love you so fucking much, okay?” Wooyoung’s eyes were a little glossy, and you could tell how much he meant his words. He wanted you to feel better.

“I know… I love you both too…” You say, holding onto his arm before leaning up to give him a gentle kiss.

Wooyoung holds you close, deepening the kiss. “Is it okay if I have a turn?” he asks you, his hand resting on your hip.

“Yeah, I’d like that,” you whisper, rubbing your noses together.

“I love you so much,” Wooyoung says, mostly to himself. He then asks, “Can I be rough?”

“Yes, I’ll say if it’s too much,” you assure him, Wooyoung and San both nodding.

Wooyoung is quick to undress and is soon guiding you onto all fours. He spreads open your legs and cheeks, watching San’s cum drip out of you. “You didn’t use a condom with San?” he leans forward and whispers into your ear.

San shrugs, knowing it didn’t matter since you were all clean and you were not likely to get pregnant.

Wooyoung pulls back and smacks your ass. “I love the sight,” he groans to himself, teasing your entrance as he smacks your other cheek. “I love how your body reacts to me,” Wooyoung says, grinning as you arch your back up, trying to get him inside of you.

“You had San, and you need more?” Wooyoung teases, slowly entering you.

“Yes, I need you too,” you gasp out, getting fistfuls of the sheets as you hold them to keep yourself up.

“Good,” Wooyoung grunts, beginning to harshly thrust into you.

“You’re making such a mess with your pretty cunt,” Wooyoung laughs a bit sadistically.

“Just for you, just for you both,” you manage to get out, angling your hips so he would hit your g spot.

“You’re such a good girl for us both, and you’re so fucking perfect,” Wooyoung groans.

San scoots up closer to your face, tilting up your chin to look at you. “You okay?” he whispers. “Color?” He knows Wooyoung could get a bit carried away at times, so he wanted to check.

“Green,” you choke out, your arms giving in on a particularly strong thrust.

Wooyoung slows his thrusts and grabs your hair, pulling you up and moving his hand to your throat. “You’re beautiful, Y/N. We are so lucky to have you,” he whispers, rolling his hips into yours.

You nod a little, your orgasm building again. Wooyoung hums softly and starts thrusting faster, grunting softly in your ear before he decides to suck colorful marks onto your neck and shoulder.

“That’s our girl,” he murmurs, reaching down to rub your clit as he squeezes your neck.

You gasp, your thoughts going blank from the slight lack of oxygen to your brain.

“Go on and cum on my cock, princess,” Wooyoung urges you, biting down on your shoulder as he squeezes your neck a little more, searching for his release.

At the slight increase in pressure, your body explodes, and you cum, your fluttering walls encouraging Wooyoung’s orgasm.

He lets up on your throat and clit, thrusting a few more times to ride out your highs. Wooyoung pulls out of you and helps you lay down, cupping your cheeks.

“How are you feeling, baby?” Wooyoung asks, cupping your cheeks.

You’re zoned out, blissed expression was a dead giveaway of your state, as you felt high and floaty.

“Damn, if I had known you were going to come and fuck her like that, I wouldn’t have made her squirt,” San says with a sigh, getting up.

“You did? Without me here to watch?” Wooyoung groans.

San shrugs, heading into the bathroom and drawing a bath.

You watched the two, not quite able to make out their conversation.

When Wooyoung picks you up, you gladly lean against his chest and gently hold him. He leads you into the bathroom and sets you in the tub, which San had filled with a bubble bath. Wooyoung kisses your forehead, and San squeezes your hand, saying something.

San stands up and sighs, looking at Wooyoung. “Don’t leave her alone like this. I’ll wash the sheets,” he tells him.”

Wooyoung lets you play with the bubbles and soon gently washes your hair. “You’re doing so good,” he says, rinsing out your shampoo. “Our pretty girl,” Wooyoung adds, smiling. “Turn a little to face me, and I will wash off your makeup~” he says, putting the cleanser oil on his hands.

“Okay!” you giggle, turning and closing your eyes.

Wooyoung is gentle as he massages the oil into your skin, singing to you softly. You hum along with the tune, letting him rinse off the oil and use your regular cleanser.

“Are you ready to cuddle?” San asks, coming back into the bathroom and now fully dressed.

“Cuddles~!” you say, nodding immediately.

Wooyoung giggles and unplugs the drain, readying a towel.

“I have your favorite pajamas ready for you,” San says, smiling.

You let out an excited squeak, reaching out to Wooyoung to help you up. He gently grabs your arms, helping you find your footing before beginning to dry you off.

“Will you finish her up?” Wooyoung softly asks San, wrapping you in the towel before picking you up.

“Yeah, go clean yourself up,” San says.

Wooyoung kisses your temple and goes to the bathroom, and San helps you into your pajamas.

“You pretty princess,” he says, pulling on your pink pajamas.

“Mhm, your princess!!” you confirm, nodding.

San smiles, plugging in your hairdryer.

“You are the prettiest princess I have ever seen,” he assures you, brushing your hair before adding essence to it.

“Then you’re my… prince?” you ask, glancing up at San as he picks up the hairdryer.

“I’ll be whatever you want me to be,” San assures you, turning on the hairdryer and drying your hair.

Before San finishes drying your hair, Wooyoung returns and lays on the bed next to you, rubbing your back.

Once finished, San unplugs the hairdryer and turns off the light. Wooyoung pulls you under the covers, holding you in his arms. San joins you, kissing your cheek.

“I love you,” Wooyoung murmurs.

“We love you,” San corrects him, smiling.

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☀︎︎-: 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 :-☀︎︎

Kimetsu no yaiba x reader

°•.《 characters 》.•°

Rengoku, Giyuu, Shinobu, Sanemi

Tw: Swearing because Sanemi is Sanemi

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I'm definitely gonna binge write this series after watching the movie, I literally cant stop thinking about it--

Send in as much requests as you want!! :))

I do fluff, different AU's, angst and NSFW(we'll see).

Keep in mind, I havent read the manga. I'm caught up to the train Arc and that's it, so try not to spoil anything by requesting characters that havent appeared yet lol

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Holding hands is sort of a need for him-

He's huge with PDA and holding your small hand within his reassures him quite a bit. He never needs to ask to hold your hand, he just grips it whenever and wherever.

I feel like he'll sense when your nervous and be really perceptive, so he'd hold your hand to ground you in a way

It's highly effectve.

"Delicious!" Your energetic boyfriend chirped, eating his takoyaki with fervour and a bright smile.

You ate your own food from across him, shaking your head a little with a slight smile slanting onto your lips.

It's definitely been a long day, so winding down and eating with your amazing boyfriend is definitely a preferable way to end it.

He sort of sensed your stress as you came back from training, sweat sleek across your forehead. And thus, he ran a bath for you and then took you out for dinner to take your mind off of whatever was bothering you.

He's always had a keen intuition and was brilliant at reading emotions on others. It was a weird super power at this point. But he noticed how relaxed you were now that you were with him, it melted his heart.

His eyes flickered over your expression, his eyes soft with adoration and affection." This is certainly calming after a long day!" He exclaimed happily.

At his jolly aura, you nodded in agreement," Honestly... It's like you have some weird superpower to make me forget about whatever was annoying me. Kinda freaky." You shivered.

Letting out a hearty laugh, the man reached out, interlacing his long fingers with yours suddenly. The warmth of his skin sending goosebumps over your arms.

"I just know you too well! Nothing wrong or freaky about that!" His grin was filled with light.

Your fingers tightened around his, his warm skin seemed to be heating up your own body as well. Thank God, you were beginning to get cold anyways.

"Have I ever told you about how cute your hands are!" It was more of a statement than a question, pulling his hand and your hand closer to him so he could get a better glimpse at your soft hands." So tiny... So soft. It's like I'm being touched by an angel!"

"Geez, you're cheesy."

"You love it~!"

"... Fair point."

•«☔︎ 𝙜𝙞𝙮𝙪𝙪 𝙩𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙤𝙠𝙖 ☔︎»•

Bro I'm sorry, but I dont think he holds your hand much-

I feel like he thinks he doesnt need to show how much he loves you through actions, more so through blunt words.

But he will get the sudden urge to hold your hand every once in a while, so be prepared because he could get the jump on you at any point.

Doesnt like PDA that much, it makes him slightly uncomfortable because it's in public but I feel like he would get used to it later in your relationship.

Ocean-blue eyes stared at you hesitantly as you continued to speak about the new breathing technique you had learned.

Both you and Giyuu were walking peacefully through the garden you had grown over the years, the plants varying in different colours and sizes. They reminded him of you.

Your peaceful personality cued him to remember the petals of the flowers blowing gently in the breeze. Not to mention you smell very distinctly and sweet just like the flowers as well.

But as he walked with you in this haven, he felt pretty agitated and frustated. He hid it well with his usual deapan expressions, but he could feel the pit of the emotions growing bigger.

His hand twitched suddenly when the back of yours brushed against his, his cheeks tinting pink at the abrupt contact.

Gulping, he looked straight ahead with sharp eyes and a furrowed brow.

The atmosphere shifted.

And when you had stopped talking, he knew that you had noticed the harsh shift as well.

"Giyuu?... Are you feeling okay? You look like you're burning up." You questioned out of concern, a worried expression upon your face.

Shaking his head briefly, the ravenette continued to walk with his head staring straight ahead," I feel optimal. Why do you ask?" He was so obviously trying to change the subject.

You frowned a little at the stiff response and opened your mouth to respond but your boyfriend had beaten you to it.

"Let me h-... Hold your... Hand... Please." He uttered, looking down with red cheeks, an embarrassed scowl squirmed on his lips.

You were silent for a long while, making him wait nervously for your answer. What he wasn't expecting was the cute snort of laughter coming from you and grabbing his hand tightly within your own, your other hand wrapping around his forearm like it was a substitute teddy bear.

His cheeks heated up tenfold and he had to look away before you noticed.

"You're such a cutie. You don't need to ask to hold my hand you know?" You teased lightly, nudging him playfully by bumping your hip against his.

"I-it's embarrassing." He retorted.

"Whatever, cutie."

"No."

"Yes."

"Stop it."

꧁ꕥ 𝑲𝒐𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒖 𝑺𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒐𝒃𝒖 ꕥ꧂

She would sooo tease you for wanting to hold her hand-

Like, she would hold it obvi, but she'd tease you about it for a good 5 minutes before finally giving up lol

Flustering you is one of her favourite pastimes, it was what your relationship was built on top of in the first place. Teasing eachother was always a thing you guys did.

But Kocho takes teasing to a MAXIMUM.

It's like you guys are challenging eachother to a tease off and she just refuses to loose. She'd rather die.

Dramatic but true

What a fucking queen-

"Ara, ara~ what was that? You want to hold my hand?" The raven haired woman pressed her hand against her lips, raising a suggestive eyebrow at you." Oh~ How scandalous! You're saying we should do pre-martial hand holding? why, that's practically a crime!"

You deadpanned at your girlfriend's words," Holding your hand is a crime?..."

"Mmhm!"

"But we literally made-out yester-"

She smiled at you passive-aggressively," I'm afraid we can't hold hands until we're married! Too bad!" She sighed, pretending to seem devastated ," How could you suggest we do such a lewd thing? In public, no less! You're quite the little scoundrel, hmm?~"

Your deadpan only deepened," Well then... I guess I'll just have to marry you then, hm? So I can hold your hand for the rest of my life." You chimed out, a slight twinkle in your eye. At the sight of Kocho's cheeks tinting a bright red, you smirked in triumph." Oya~? What's that I see? Is that blush?" You poked her warm cheek affectionately," I think it iiiis~!"

Biting her lip, Kocho scoffed and rolled her eyes," Just because you won doesn't mean you-... Shut up." She huffed out, losing her composure.

" Aha! So I won." You grinned out," I think I deserve a prize for winning for like... the first time." You said that last part quickly.

" You're not getting a kiss, if that's what you're referring to!" She smiled up at you passive aggressively.

Now the win didn't even feel like a win.

I guess, Kocho will always win in the end.

You pouted at her, eyebrows furrowed," You're so petty...." You groaned out, before a cheeky grin crossed over your lips," How about letting me hold your hand instead?"

Kocho stared at your grin with an unimpressed look, before her eyes softened and a gentle smile spread onto her perfect lips." Wipe that cheeky grin off of your face and I might consider it."

A bright smile instantly spread onto your lips and you held out your hand expectantly for her to take it. Her radiant smile only widened and her hand settled into yours, her warm fingers closing over your own as if she was keeping them safe in her hold.

" Now you have to marry me." She stated simply," I want to hold your hand in mine for the rest of my life as well."

᯾༄𖦹.𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕘𝕦𝕫𝕒𝕨𝕒 𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕖𝕞𝕚 .𖦹༄᯾

BRUUUUH THIS FUCKING MAN-

Ok, so hear me out lol-

I have read up on his character a tiny bit and bro he's such a fucking SOFTY like-

If you were to ask him to hold your hand he'd highkey have to process what you said for like a minute or two before finally agreeing to it lol

He has such a tough-guy exterior when on the inside he's actually really caring to those who are important to him.

Definitely one of those characters who seem like pricks but they like something cute like cats or something-

"Uhm... Sanemi?" You spoke up suddenly, interrupting the peaceful silence.

Your boyfriend broke out of his daze of appreciating your beauty and hummed to let you know that he was listening, picking up some of his uneaten rice with his chopsticks.

"Can... Can I h-hold your hand?"

He choked on the rice he was eating, coughing into his fist and thumping his other hand against his chest to try and get the rice that shot down the back of his throat to go down.

You went to get out of your chair to help him, concern etched onto your face, but he held a hand up to stop you. Instead, you simply passed your water to him, as of which he chugged greatfully.

When he had finally gained his composure, he held out a slightly trembling hand, his cheeks tinted red as he let out a gruff," yeah... Of course you can, idiot. You don't have to ask..."

Adoration bloomed in your chest at his words and you grabbed his outstretched hand, instantly interlocking your fingers with his. Absentmindedly, you ran your thumb up and down his hand comfortingly as you smiled like an idiot to yourself.

Ba-dump.

Sanemi's heart thumped in his chest at the look of love on your face, feeling his whole body heating up. The wind pillar was known for being ruthless, intimidating and quite frankly... A bit of an asshole.

But around you? He's a completely different person.

Between you and his little brother, he's always going to have a huge soft spot for you both.

So he'll always treat you well.

Squeezing your hand lovingly, he let a slight smirk curl onto his lips," You look like a dumbass smiling like that.... You must really like me, huh?" He tried to tease.

"I don't like you."

Arrows shot through his heart, his smirk dropping in an instant," Oi-!"

You giggled at his response," I love you."

The frown on his lips wobbled a little, threatening to break out into an idiotic smile. Clearing his throat, he looked away from you and pressed the back of his unoccupied hand against his mouth to hide the smile that threatened to appear.

"Oh..." He could only respond with," y-yeah... Same here."

"You're so socially inept."

"I'm damn not!!" He grumbled, eyebrows furrowing," I fucking love you too!! Is that better?"

You grinned childishly, bringing his hand up to your mouth and placing a light kiss to it," much better."

It's safe to say that this was the day he vowed to marry you.