#but happy i got something done for pocky day

[mcdonaldsnumberone]

DELICIOUS!

with a certain biscuit-themed day settling upon him, kaiser wants to use it as an excuse to win a kiss from you. will pocky day end with your very own happy ending, or does kaiser need to prove himself further?

gender neutral reader

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Kaiser found life in Japan fascinating. This was one of the many perks of being a globally recognized soccer star like him: he got to travel the world and take in the different cultures it had to offer all while doing the very thing that got him onto this stage in the first place.

And boy, was he enjoying the time in Blue Lock. On the rare occasion that he got to go outside of the facility and spend some free time doing whatever he pleased, Kaiser made sure he got the full quintessential tourist experience. He ate a great deal of Japanese cuisine, tried out some hobbyist things, even somehow wound up in a maid cafe with the Bastard Munchen team, and reminisced on the everyday lives of the locals.

But one thing he found himself especially entranced by was all the different things he could exploit in order to get closer to you. If there was one thing Kaiser was, it was persistent in making sure he got what he wanted, and if that meant using every little weapon in his arsenal, then he was sure to play all of his cards out onto the figurative table.

You could only imagine his delight when he learned that a very special day in November was quickly approaching and soon to be upon him.

“Darling!” An all-too-familiar sickly sweet voice rang out against your eardrums, and a sharp wave of thorny annoyance shot down your spine. You had half a mind to bolt for the nearest exit, but the next few words stopped you dead in your tracks. “Don’t run away from me! I have something fun for us!”

Fun? That definitely couldn’t mean anything good. 

You mentally steeled yourself for another very irritating interaction with the smitten striker, equal parts exasperated by his over-the-top courtship and flattered that someone like him would try so hard to endear himself to you. Was his interest in you one of genuine romantic intent? Or did he want you as a plaything to toy with and then cast aside when he was done?

You had discern carefully whether or not Kaiser was a frog in the well or a true fairytale prince.

“What is it now, Kaiser?” You grumble unimpressed. His eager footsteps halted right next to you, and the blond took a quick second to catch his breath before shoving a box into your face.

“Ta-daaa!!” He announced, shaking it in front of you. “I learned about something interesting the other day, and I just had to do it with you. Surely you wouldn’t mind! Noa was always so insistent that I learn about Japanese culture while in Blue Lock, and boy, am I glad that I did my research!”

You practically swatted his hand his hand away, and you squinted your eyes to take a better look at the small box in front of you. The bright colors, vibrantly decorated biscuits on the box, the large decorative letters spelling out the words ‘POCKY’ in white old-fashioned text…

The realization hit you like a truck.

“Let’s play the pocky game together, darling,” Kaiser cooed, and he batted his eyelashes at you charmingly. “Isn’t that what you guys do for Pocky Day? The nice clerk at the convenience store told me all about it, and for the full immersion effect, I just have to try it with you!”

You’re less than impressed. You can see right through Kaiser’s little game as if it were made of glass. He wants a kiss from you, and playing the pocky game is the perfect opportunity to do so. 

You straighten your lips, making sure to give the boy the most stone-faced expression you could muster up. “What makes you think that I’d want to play the game with you? Ask someone else in the program. It’s not like I’m the only person around.”

Kaiser made a downtrodden face. “It’s not the same! The point of the game is to play it with someone you want to kiss! Do you really think I’d want to get a kiss from someone like Yoichi? Eugh, just thinking about it makes me want to brush my teeth-”

You bit back the temptation to tell him that the thought of kissing him makes you want to vomit too. It would be easy to turn him down and leave him standing in the dust, but you know all too well how persistent Kaiser could be. Knowing him, he’d probably tail after you like a magnet 24/7, begging and begging you with the biggest puppy eyes he can conjure up for you to just give in and kiss him let him have the proper cultural immersion he deserves! 

Or worse, he complains to Noa, who then tells Ego, and you end up in trouble for not catering to every whim the players might have.

“...Fine. Just once though. And if you mess up and break the pocky, I’m not letting you try again,” you resolved. In all honesty, it could be a lot worse. Despite Kaiser’s shithole of a personality, it wasn’t like he was outwardly mean to you nor would worming your way to his massive paycheck hurt your prospects in any way.

Kaiser lit up as if it were his birthday, and he grabbed your wrist. “To my room then! Oh, I promise I won’t let you down!”

You barely had time to regain your bearings before Kaiser basically throws you on top of his bed. His eyes sparkled with so much life that you would have thought that he had won the World Cup instead of playing the pocky game. You pushed yourself to the edge of his bed, swinging your feet over the mattress and sitting down placidly as the blond ripped the box open and procured a single piece of pocky.

“Ah, I’m so nervous…,” Kaiser admitted as he sat himself down right next to you. “I always daydreamed about what it would be like to kiss you, and to think that the answer would be right here all along! You have no clue the effect you have on me.”

“Uh- In technicality, you haven’t earned the kiss yet-,” you corrected him. 

“Whatever. We both know how this is going to end.” The blond expertly placed the biscuit end of the pocky in his mouth, carefully balancing it in between his pretty lips. He glanced up at you expectantly, and you let out a deep breath before moving your head so that your teeth caught on the chocolate end of the pocky.

‘Here goes nothing,’ you resigned internally.

Making sure not to break the delicate stick, you inched your mouth forward. Your teeth broke cleanly into a bit more of the pocky, and the sugary-sweet taste of pocky coated the inside of your cheeks. You’d forgotten how good little treats like this were; in between your responsibilities and being chased around by Kaiser, it wasn’t like you had much down time for yourself.

The German, on the other hand, was fully engrossed in the task at hand. You had fully expected him to get impatient and break the pocky prematurely, but just like how you were inching bit-by-bit forward on the pocky, he was making good progress as well. His handsome face was scrunched up slightly in concentration, focusing everything he had on the game so that he wouldn’t squander his precious chance to kiss his crush.

You had to give credit where credit was due. Kaiser was, in fact, a hard worker and a skilled athlete. When he put his mind on something, he was going to get it. As much of a pain in the butt as it was for you, you did have to respect that tough tenacity. 

Your lips closed around the next little bit of the biscuit. It tasted really good, enough to almost distract you from your situation. Kaiser’s face was so close to yours, and for the first time, you couldn’t help but notice all of the finer details on his face. He was always so horrendously vain, taking great pride in his hand-drawn red eyeliner, his two-toned hair, even his signature blue rose tattoo. But apart from all of his vanity, he was straight up a handsome man.

The tension between the two of you was at an all-time high, with both of you concentrating fully on the task at hand. You swore that he was stealing your breath away with every bite he took, and your heart fluttered. He was too good—was he actually going to win a kiss from you? It wasn’t like you had any complaints about giving him one silly kiss, but when he was this close, enough to make your cheeks heat up and your breath shake, it felt like your own mind was betraying you.

Another crunch only furthered the flustered thoughts in your brain. He was just a bite or two away, and when he glanced his azure eyes towards you, your head nearly went blank. He was a piece of shit, sure, but he was still pretty, and the intrusive thoughts practically yelling at you to simply take another bite and give in were almost deafening.

Kaiser took another bite, and that closed the distance between the two of you. You only had enough time to gasp and flicker your eyes up to his face, and before you knew it, the feeling of his plush lips on yours and his hands cupping your face was all you could register.

He kissed you.

A surprised, strangled cry bubbled up from the back of your throat before it died out. His cool fingers held your face in place, and you couldn’t help but melt into the touch a little. How could it be that his touches were so sweet when he was so prickly? The sugary taste of chocolate and biscuits lingered on the tip of your tongue, and when Kaiser sighed happily against your lips, all you wanted was for him to keep kissing you. 

His thumbs brushed across the apples of your cheeks. Mouths moving together, your heart hammered inside your chest. You knew that this wasn’t the first time that Kaiser somehow managed to stubbornly wiggle his way into your heart, and if the soft way he was kissing you was telling anything, it was that this wouldn’t be the last time either. He was kissing you like lovers would, so could you fault yourself for swooning and falling for him a little?

He pulled away before you could lean anymore forward, leaving you dazed and staring breathlessly into his eyes. The corners of his lips curled upwards into a snooty smirk. “...Looks like I did manage to win a kiss from you, darling. What do you think?”

“You’re insufferable, Kaiser,” you manage to eke out, wanting to turn away to hide your embarrassed face. Damn him and his charismatic ways! You wished he would disintegrate into nothingness right then and there. That would definitely solve so many of your problems.

He laughed heartily at your mousy comment. “What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue?”

Heat flooded your face, but you couldn’t bring yourself to answer him. It was way too easy for him to play games with your heart, and it didn’t help knowing that he was so sincere about winning you over too. You were determined to make him prove that he was worth your time, but with every little interaction like this, you had to admit that your determination was crumbling bit by bit.

You cursed both your internal weakness and him for being the smooth talker he was. He was simply waiting for the right moment to pounce, to make you his and put an end to this back-and-forth, to make you his beloved partner, someone for him to dote on endlessly and to be doted on in return. 

“Well, if you aren’t sure…,,” Kaiser grinned at you like a smug cat, his deft fingers diving into the box to bring out another piece of unbroken pocky, “...How about another round of the pocky game then?”

Surely, that was an offer you couldn’t bring yourself to refuse.

x

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[originalgenshinscenarios]

Hi! Is it possible to get a pocky game kiss scenario with Kuki, Ayaka, Sara and maybe Shenhe with fem reader separately? If not,any one of the characters is fine as well! Love your work!

It's very much possible to get the full package >:)

Pocky game kiss with Kuki, Ayaka, Sara and Shenhe

This is a part of 3x Valentines event (All slots are taken)

Reader here is female

Kuki Shinobu

You found yourself finding a lot of interesting excuses to get her to take off her mask so you can kiss her. Still the pocky game was so self explanatory she could only roll her eyes.

At this point you could just say to her right away if you'd like a kiss or something. I mean, you're dating for quite a while so request like that isn't anything unusual.

But she definitely can't say that she isn't enjoying it at all. It's a bit stupid, but in a good way.

You played the game normally and although she was slightly flustered, she was going to go through with it.

The kiss wasn't too long or too short, it was just right. The moment it was over though she put her mask back on.

"There you have it, happy now?"

Kamisato Ayaka

Whenever Ayaka wants to try something new, you're the first person she goes to. And with the pocky game you're the only person she'd like to play with to begin with.

This was probably one of the things she was really curious about. Although it doesn't sound very special.

And while she was aware of it, she almost entirely ignored the kissing part of the game... Until you got to it.

She was flustered, but she was determined to get the full experience.

The kiss lasted for a few seconds, it was gentle. When you eventually pulled away she seemed a bit shy, but satisfied nonetheless.

"We should do this again sometime..."

Sara

Ever since you thought about it, it was almost all you could think about. So waiting for Sara to come back from work and any additional training felt like forever.

When you approached her quicker than usual she knew immediately that you wanted something from her.

Imagine her surprise when you took out that candy. She waited for you to elaborate and she listened carefully to the rules of the game.

Such a sweet surprise is something she should learn to expect from you by now but really, you coming up with such a thing just about made her day.

She was a little bit more competitive than expected, you almost ended up biting each other.

But the kiss itself wasn't as rough as the start made it out to be.

"I missed you so much"

Shenhe

You honestly don't know when did you get the idea. But all you could think about is her possible reactions.

When you described the rules you didn't include the possibility of kissing. And you couldn't really tell if the dots connected for her.

Her blank stare was making you nervous but if that was a game, she planned to win.

She was really competitive with her bites and she got to kiss you in no time. Almost fast enough for you to be unable to process it.

But when all was done you could see a soft smile on her face. She wasn't all that flustered about kissing you, and she definitely enjoyed it more than the sweets.

"That was fun. Let's play again"

~Mod Lisa

[zayray030]

pocky got out of hand

Summary: Ace suggesting playing the pocky game with his boyfriend shouldn't lead to him having to prove that he isn't just submissive and breedable.

OR

Leoace are in love and are little shits to another because what else would you be for your boyfriend. ft, the pocky game

Notes: Realized it was pocky day due to a random fanart that had absolutely nothing to do with leoace and raced to write this fic.

I've always lowkey wanted to participate in pocky day but always got to lazy to actually do anything but I have something now lmao. Also, wanted to say sorry for any misunderstandings.

As always, my offerings and apologies to the cult leader of leoace. @Lummyzzz

Leona stared at the blushing first year and resisted the reflexive urge to start laughing right then and there. 

“So, what is this?” he asked, raising an eyebrow and using a hand to gesture for the first year to get closer. When he got close enough Leona used a hand to grab on to the first year's hip and brought him even closer. “Knew you were cute spikey, but didn’t think this cute.” 

“Oh, shut up!” huffed Ace, crossing his arms and turning away from his smug, annoying, stupidly hot boyfriend. “Cater found it and hasn’t stopped hounding me about it. Thought that maybe...” Ace trailed off and bit his bottom lip and then turned to look up at Leona through his lashes. “...maybe you wanted to do it with me.” he whispered out and if not for Leona’s enhanced hearing he probably wouldn’t have even been able to pick it up. 

“Now, aren’t you just the cutest frosh out there.” Unfortunately for Ace, Leona wasn’t done teasing him yet.  

“Look if you don’t want to-” Ace’s indignant complaints were cut short by Leona swooping down and stealing the redheads kiss in a surprisingly sweet kiss. It-as all Leona’s kisses seem to do him- made him feel all tingly and happy and like there was furnace in his stomach and falling all over him. Leona inspiring such reactions from Ace should be a concern however Ace was willing to deal with any health side effects he might receive so long as he kept getting kissed like that by Leona. 

“Now, now, don’t go putting words in my mouth.” Leona said lowly, lips still near Ace’s. It took Ace a while to comprehend what he just heard since, y’know, Leona’s kisses made him turn into goo, but he was finally able to understand it after a moment. Or 3. 

“So, you will do it with me?” asked Ace, eyes lighting up in excitement. 

“Sure, why not.” Leona moved back and smiled at his boyfriend. HIs genuine, happy smile and not that smirk he uses on other people to annoy them. “I get free food, get to kiss you and see you lose. Why would I miss out on that?” 

Due to Ace being excited about what he heard it took him a while to comprehend Leona’s whole statement and when he did, he let out an indignant sound. 

“What does that mean?” he asked, offended at the thought he would lose at such a competition. 

“It means you have a tendency to get...submissive whenever I kiss you.” Leona, for once, attempted to be delicate in his wording however it was clear he didn’t put much thought on how delicate. 

“Excuse you?” Ace asked, getting angrier every time his boyfriend spoke. 

“I don’t know why you’re getting upset at me for. We just saw you roll over and show your stomach over a tiny kiss.” okay nice to know what he’s the only who thinks their kisses are tiny. “I’m just saying. I would have the upper hand easily.” 

“We’ll see about that.” Ace snapped as he took out the pocky box out of his pocket and took a pocky stick out. “I’m gonna beat you so bad in this competition that you’ll be buying me shoes for a month!” not that he didn’t already but it was nice to challenge Leona as much as it was stupid to do so. 

“Oh? And what do i get if I win?” Leona raised an eyebrow at the cocky first year, amused by his sudden shift of arrogance. 

“You can say anything because you’re not going to win.” Ace waved away dismissively. Placing the pocky in-between him and Leona. “You ready.” he said around the stick. 

“Hmm.” Leona nodded in affirmation, internally ecstatic about the situation. There were a few...risqué things he wanted to try and now with the deals of the challenge he can finally try them out.  

Ace used his fingers to count from three. Now. Leona prides himself on his reaction time. He is a lion. He is a predator both in the royal family and in the school. He is a housewarden and the housewarden of a dorm known for stubbornness and meatheads.  

What he didn’t realize was that nothing was going to compare to a hyperactive first year who now has the promise of being able to get cool clothes for a whole month without any bartering and who’s just been called submissive and breedable (which he is but images are important.) 

Before he knew it Ace had managed to eat the entire pocky within a second and had pressed his lip close to Leona into a sweet, short kiss, completely different from the normal passionate, hot kisses.  

Ace crossed his arms smugly and smirked at his boyfriend. “I hope you’re ready to get dragged through all those stores-” 

“We’re doing that shit again, the fuck?” snapped Leona, glaring at his boyfriend's smugness. 

“Being a sore loser isn’t hot, y’know?” Ace pouted but acquitted when he saw the heat in Leon’s glare. He might be able to win some new shoes but that also means he’s going to get snapped over Leona’s knees. Eh, two wins. 

“This time actually count down properly.” Leona grumbled as he took his position, one end of the pocky stick in his mouth.  

“If you’re going to be this bitter over it, we might as well use the whole box.” Ace rolled his eyes as his boyfriend's childishness as if he hadn’t started this. He got into his position again and started counting down. However, when he got to zero, he felt Leona grab his chin and pulled him into a deep kiss, pocky stick already gone. 

When they pulled away there was a string if spit in-between them. Ace blinked before he managed to get his bearings around him and he waves his arms annoyed. “Cheater!” he snapped, crossing his arms and glaring. 

“All’s fair in love and war.” Leona merely shrugged and smirked at his boyfriend as he fumbled with another pocky stick. 

And it continued. Every time they would place the pocky in front of the other, the other would cheat and win and they would start all over again. However, the one thing that remained consistent was that Ace made sure to only press his lips briefly towards Leona and to not deepen the kiss, whilst Leona made sure to get in some tongue action in there. 

The results were a little startling. Ace, to the surprise of no one turned into goop when Leona kissed him, however Leona would pause and tilt his head thoughtfully whenever Ace would press a small kiss on his lips. Leona thought that it was adorable. 

They finally ended up on a tie. 

“So, what now?” Ace huffed, still pouting at getting called out by his boyfriend. Leona rolled his eyes slightly, before pulling the younger into his lap and rearranging him so that he was sat comfortably on him. Ace allowed himself to be manhandled and snuggled into his boyfriends embrace. 

“I’m sorry for being insensitive about how you like being kissed.” Leona apologized quietly, nuzzling Ace’s neck slightly and leaving small kisses on his neck. 

“I’m sorry for getting defensive about it and turning it into a competition.” Ace whispered back, running his fingers through Leona’s hair. 

They stayed like for a while in each other's embrace, the trace of chocolate still in their mouths. 

“Also, what did you what to do if you won the competition?” Ace pulled back and raised an eyebrow in question at his boyfriend. 

Leona smirked before leaning in and whispering into his boyfriend, making sure to keep a firm hand on his boyfriend's waist so he wouldn't squirm away. When he pulled back it was to the stunning blush on his boyfriend's face. 

“We can do that now if you want.” Ace mumbled and Leona wanted to thank every moment he had ever been patient in his life. Clearly, they were all leading to this moment. 

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

Pocky got out of hand! 

That was the caption of Ace’s new magicam post that featured his neck that was blooming with bruises and bite marks as well as the empty pocky box. 

“You really like to stir shit, don’t you?” Leona huffed, refusing to admit how impressed by how mischievous his boyfriend is. He scrolled though the barrage of messages he had been getting, all the way from the idiots he went to school with all the way to the royal family and their advisors.  

The most prominent messages were Riddle demanding he return Ace right this minute, Cater congratulating them and attempting to swindle a phone case or two because the pocky thing was ‘his idea’, Vil’s normal brand of disapproval and his brother begging he answer Cheka’s video calls. Sometimes he wished that he didn’t have to deal with all these morons but one look at his cute boyfriend as he started getting ready to go on the shopping spree that Leona had promised him and took it back. 

Anything was worth it if it means he got to be with Ace. 

“Eh, you love me!” Ace replied, looking surprisingly spry and ecstatic for someone who was fucked deep and hard. “Now come on, shoes!” 

Leona rolled his eyes as he got up and came up behind Ace and wrapped his arms around his middle. Ace wrapped his arms over that arm and the two took in the moment together, happy that they were together in that moment with no one to annoy, yell, or belittle them. Just their two souls together and they were truly at peace. 

[kaz3313]

20 question writer meme!! Tagged by @jaggededges123

1. How many works do you have on ao3?

I have 122!

2. What’s your total ao3 word count?

239,332. :D a lot more then I thought!

3. What fandoms do you write for?

So I’m a “i write what I fancy” BUT my top fandoms I’ve written for are MDZS,Nope, Good Omens, and Danganronpa (if combined all my fics of each series together). My current fandom I’m writing for is Team Fortress Two where I have too many wips 😂

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Kidnapped? Rescued? Lies or Truth? - Svsss, 500 on the dot, Shen Jiu/Tianlang-Jun, Not rated

Can Peacocks Swim? - MDZS, under 1k, Jin Zixuan/Wei Wuxian, Teen

Talk Dirty To Me (In that Unnatural Voice of Your’s)- Scream, under 1k, Billy/Stu, Mature

Crowley is a very bad demon who does terrible things. Like take care of a bunch of orphans. - Good Omens, 3k, Teen

A Mark Without Pain- TGCF, under 1k, Qi Rong/Lang Qianqiu, Mature

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Almost always! Unless a comment makes me uncomfortable I try to respond to everything! Ive recently got some “more” comments that I haven’t but even comments that are just emojis i respond to. I love comments and love reading them so I try to get across to people I really appreciate them ☺️

6. What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I remember you… Do you remember me? ( https://archiveofourown.org/works/36298375 ) I had a whole 2022 Whumptober yet I think this one takes the cake on angst. So angsty I had to write an alternate less angsty ending 😂

7. What is a fic you wrote with the happiest of endings?

A New Beginning (https://archiveofourown.org/works/37391902 )

So I’m taking this as something that has angst but a happy conclusion - and I feel this fic is one of those.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Surprisingly no? I’ve gotten a few comments that are kinda iffy but most comments are very sweet!

9. Do you write smut? If so what kind?

Lots of smut- so much in fact most of its in my Works in Progress 😭 I’m so terrible at finishing smut but I usually go with darker themes ☺️

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Oh!! Their all in my wips 😭 I did start making a Mdzs/Nope crossover which would probably be my strangest if I ever finished it up

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Nope, but one time one of my aus I made with a friend got stolen! But that’s s story for another time

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! Unfortunately I don’t have the link of the translation but my fic Pocky got translated into Russian ! (https://archiveofourown.org/works/27507364)

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before

Nope

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

Statistically speaking- if going by number of fics- Aziraphale/Crowley. However, I have to say an all time fav would be Jessie/James (Pokémon) a ship I’ve never read nor wrote for. Just one of those childhood nostalgia ones.

15. What’s a wip you want to finsih but probably never will?

All of them 😭 In all serious though I’m terrible with long fics and while I have grand ideas it’s hard for me to stick through them. My Danganronpa/TGCF AU will forever be in my heart (and full planned on a discord server) but will likely never see any light of day.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I’ve been told my dialogue flows well and that I have a good hold on how people would react.

17. Writing weaknesses?

… Smut? I feel I’m slow on making it because I overthink it.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

Oh!! I’ve done this!! It’s fun and also terrible. I feel I’m getting translations wrong but I do my best. I did once try to write a whole fic in another language— unfortunately that fic is lost to time.

19. First Fandom I wrote For?

On ao3 Rick and Morty. On amino, though, I wrote for Undertale first. And my first fics were mini comics I made at home for Pokémon.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

The Inter(Viewers) ( https://archiveofourown.org/works/40985745/chapters/102715464)

It’s the longest finished fic of mine and I’m really proud of that fact! I put a lot into it and it has some of my favorite scenes.

Tags: I’m sorry I don’t know who to tag- please my fellow writers jump on this if you want to do this!

[camuslittlesister]

Pocky Day Fluff

More random fanfics from the Otome Amino archives as I clear out my Evernote. I wrote a shitload of stuff during the pandemic 🫣

SFW, MysMess Jumin, after the canon Happy Ending

Jumin walked into the living room fixing his cufflings, enraptured by the beautiful scene in front of his eyes: his wife Hyuk lovingly stroking Elizabeth the 3rd’s head, eating some kind of unfamiliar stick food and doing something or other on her phone. “Any news?”

“Not really. The guestlist for the party is coming together. Oh, and Zen has got a new role which could go international, so Jaehee is in a good mood today”

“That’s good to know, both that my investment paid off and that she won’t bite my head off when she sees the change in her schedule”

“What have you done now?” his expression looked like a child caught red-handed, and he soon diverted his eyes away from her inquisitive ones. He focused on the white box on the coffee table: “Pepero Peanut and Pretzel?! Did your nutritionist sign this off?!” he turned his gaze back to her.

“Yes. She’s the country top expert on Intuitive Eating, she says that what mama wants mama gets” Jumin sighed. His wife wouldn’t lie like that and he couldn’t really argue with the nutritionist at the kind of rate he was paying her for her expertise. He relented: “As long as you’re happy and the baby is healthy...” she smiled at him.

“Try one” she held a stick towards him and he leaned in to bite it off her hand.

“It’s a little too sweet for my taste”

“They have other types too” she smiled at him and he kissed her goodbye.

At the office: “Mr Han, could you please check everything is in order and sign it off?”

“Sure. Assistant Kang, do you know Pepero?”

“The biscuits? Of course, why do you ask?”

“I’d like to buy some for Mrs Han. Can you take care of it?” Jaehee knew better than to ask him to send some intern on a personal errand: her boss might have changed a lot in the previous year or so, but he still didn’t trust anybody else with the important stuff.

Later that night, Jumin walked into his home carrying a huge bag filled with all the flavours of Pepero available at the convenience store near his office.

“You’re home early, darling”

“Does it displease you?”

“On the contrary, but we won’t have dinner coming until the usual time...”

“Oh, I cancelled that anyway. I thought we could watch films and eat snacks for a change” Hyuk’s eyes went wide with surprise: “Who are you and what you’ve done with my husband?” she teased him, and he diplomatically changed the subject.

“Is that a new dress?”

“Yeah, I went shopping with Yoosung the other day, he has a date...I saw it and it was too cute to leave it on a hanger. I hope you don’t mind, I don’t really have any second trimester clothing...”

“Of course not. You buy everything that you need, you don’t have to ask for my permission. Maybe we can go shopping together on my day off, if you’d like?”

“Yes, I’d love that. But now I want to know what’s in that conveniece store bag you’re carrying like it’s a treasure”.

He handed it to her, and she was ecstatic to see it was full of all sorts of Pepero flavours.

They curled up on the sofa together, sharing one of the boxes while arguing over what film to watch, Elizabeth the 3rd happily nested between them.

[ranhaitanisgf]

Can I pls request a class president and delinquent w mikey, and the pocky game??? For the scenario Mikey got dared to play the pocky game w u. (The both of u are on good terms w each other) u accepted and covered his eyes to make it easier for him (his cute flustered face ;-;) and u kissed him while bitting the pocky.

— sano manjiro (mikey) // delinquent & class president // pocky game

[𖤐] anon...ur a genius for this. flustered mikey is the best one so that's what i did lolol. ty for requesting (2 years ago 😭) and i hope you all enjoy my lovelies! xoxo

wc: 1.1k+

masterlist || 2k masterlist

your pen scrawled across the paper, completing the work that you had to finish before the end of the day. the budgets for clubs was not to be messed with; the club presidents were very passionate, and if you didn’t have a budget for them in time, they would probably go nuts, (you’re not sure what it entails, but it’s enough to get you going on the work). 

the sliding door to the empty classroom opened up, making you flick your eyes up briefly at who was entering. 

“yoo, are you in here (y/n)-chi?” you smiled a bit at the familiar voice, your heart speeding up a bit. 

“right here.” 

“i finally found you! you’re a hard one to find, y’know that?” mikey whined. he looked around the classroom, not seeing anybody else and grinned. “what’re you doing here by yourself?” he asked, sitting down in the chair in front of you and facing you. you didn’t even have to look at him to know that he was definitely up to something. 

“i’m not a very hard person to find, mikey, i’m sure you were just looking in the wrong places. and i’m working on the budget for this year’s club, since i need to be able to have it done today to get it reviewed by administration.” mikey blew a raspberry at you. 

“boringggg…you never do anything exciting, do you?” 

“hey! for your information, i do lots of fun things! just not during school or student council hours!” you huffed. mikey tilted his head at you, questioning your words a bit. he resembled a confused child for a moment, (it was pretty cute). “aside from that, why were you looking for me? is there something i can do for you?”

“well, i got dared to ask you to do something, but’s it’s fine if you don’t want to do it.” pausing your writing and looking at mikey, you noticed a bit of a flush in his cheeks as he mumbled the last part of his words. 

“oh? consider my interest piqued. what is it?” you set your pen down, giving him your full attention as a playful smile played across your lips. 

this should be interesting. 

“...p…game…” 

“hm? i didn’t quite catch that.” mikey whined and groaned a bit at your teasing voice, huffing as he avoided eye contact. 

“...the pocky game…” your eyebrows shot up at his words; you definitely had not been expecting that, (although it’s hard to expect anything that mikey says or does). 

“oh, uh, i see…” you said out of surprise. 

“it’s fine if you dont wanna, it was just like a dare so it’s stupid…”

“no, i’ll do it.” 

“…wait, really?!” mikey shot up in his seat, his hands slamming onto your desk as his eyes damn near sparkled with happiness, (seriously, how was he always so cute?). you giggled a bit at his reaction, taking your papers off your desk and setting them to the side. 

“yes, but hurry up before i change my mind!” 

“wh-uh, okay!” mikey dug through his pockets, looking for something, before he sat back down again. from his pocket, he pulled out a box of pocky, sitting down and setting it gingerly on your desk, looking nervously to the side. you raised an eyebrow at him, a teasing smile on your face. 

“are you embarrassed, mikey?” 

“w-what?! nah, of course not! who do you think i am!! i am-”

“pff, i’m joking. you’re just too cute to tease.” you laughed. mikey’s cheeks puffed up as he glared at you, though you knew the glare was fake since you could see his cheeks coloring up a bit more. he started mumbling things, too low for you to hear, as you opened up the box of pocky, taking one and slipping it between your fingers. mikey still wasn’t looking at you, making you sigh a bit. 

“you’re cute, but you need to look over here in order to do this, you know?” you couldn’t help the teasing lilt in your voice; he was just acting so different than he usually acted that you just had to tease him. mikey finally turned his face over to you, scooting a little bit closer and resting his arms on your desk. 

“you’re being really mean right now, i thought you were supposed to be nice…” 

“just because i’m student council president doesn’t mean that i can’t tease you.” before he could say anything else, you slipped the pocky stick between his lips, effectively silencing him. now that he couldn’t turn away from you, you were able to see the flush along his cheeks and ears a lot more clearly. a small laugh slipped from you at the sight. “since you’re sooooo embarrassed, i’ll make it a little easier for you.” you placed a hand over both of his eyes before putting the other end of the stick between your own lips. you could tell that he tried to protest, but the pocky stick effectively silenced him. 

for a moment, nothing happened. 

then, chomp! 

the distinct sound of you biting the stick. 

you took a couple more small bites before mikey finally bit the stick a couple times. your noses were close to touching at this point, and you could feel his breaths fanning across your face. the pocky stick was rather small at this point, making your heart skip a couple beats. 

oh, whatever. 

after a moment of pondering, you went for it. you bit the last end of the pocky stick, pressing your lips against mikey’s. his lips were a little chapped, but they were warm and they fit perfectly with yours. a couple seconds passed before you pulled away, chewing the rest of the pocky in your mouth as you took your hand off of his eyes. 

that expression makes it all worth it. 

there was a deep flush across his face now; it spread all over his cheeks and covered his ears as he gaped at you. 

before he could recover, you gathered up all your belongings, hefting your stack of papers in your arms. 

“well, i have to go drop these off now.” you leaned closer again, pressing a soft kiss against his warm cheek. “i do hope you’ll be attending all your classes tomorrow.” you whispered, smiling at him. you pulled back, admiring the shocked and flabbergasted look on his face as he tried to form words. 

“y-yeah…” he managed to get out. 

“great! see you tomorrow then!” before you left the classroom, you peeked back at him one more time. 

you had to resist giggling as you saw mikey brushing over his lips with his fingers, his eyes wide. 

oops!

[the-duck-dealer]

Sonic: Grh-! I guess that's one way to make an entrance. [Sonic performs a super sweep kick, kicking up a whirlwind which knocks all the pawns on their backs.] [With another crash, Metal Sonic breaks down the wall behind Sonic, charging at the hedgehog with an overdrive attack.] [Sonic leaps out of the way onto a conveyor belt.] [All sorts of robotic toys get in Sonic's way as he hops over their heads.] [Metal Sonic hovers above the conveyor, charging a massive array of electric projectiles to stop his adversary. The amount of energy exerted causes his thrusters to short.] [Sonic leaps over one of the projectiles, using the force of the blast to grab onto a zipline, moving through the factory.] [Metal Sonic grabs onto the same zipline, although with the way the zipline moves, Metal Sonic can only glare at the Hedgehog as the two wait to reach the other end.] [Sonic drops off onto another conveyor belt. This time, there are raw materials being dumped.] [Metal Sonic drops onto the same conveyor, and does the same swipe-punch-kick motions as before.] Sonic: Can't you just run out of battery or something?! C'mon! [Sonic notices the materials being dumped behind him.] Sonic: (Gotta time this right…) [Sonic dashes to the end of the conveyor.] Sonic: C'mon, Metal! Give me all you got! I can do this all day! [Metal Sonic's thrusters come back online. Without hesitation, he launches an overdrive attack at the Hedgehog.] Sonic: Predictable. [Sonic leaps over a chute just before material gets dropped into it, which sends Metal down through it.] [Metal Sonic becomes a marketable plushie.] Sonic: …Huh. Wonder how that works. [Sonic picks up the plush. Its eyes glow at him angrily.] Sonic: Aw… You’re so cute I could just hug you to pieces! You know what? I think I’ll take you with me! [Sonic speeds through the factory.]

[Elsewhere…] Sage: I want a one-hundred and fifty-five millimeter beam-based artillery cannon with an automated targeting system, a piloted assault-model Nega Wisp Armor… Eggman: Yes, yes, go on… [The plushie Metal Sonic is tossed at Eggman’s feet.] Eggman: Eh-?! Sonic: Merry Christmas! Here’s a gift from me to you. Eggman: METAL?! What has he done to you?! Sonic: What’s the matter? I’d call it an improvement! [Sonic paces the room. He and Sage briefly make eye contact.] Sonic: Sage. Sage: Sonic. Sonic: Eggman… I think you and I need to have a little chat. Eggman: What? Can’t a father build toys for his daughter? Sonic: Ha! If that’s your excuse for turning a toy factory into one of your creepshows, I’d have to say that’s a new low. Eggman: Well, Sage seemed to like it quite a lot, and whatever my little girl wants, she gets! Oh, well. I was hoping to unveil this on Christmas Day, but since you’re here… [Eggman hops in his Egg Mobile, and it flies into a hatch. The ground rumbles.] Sonic: Oh, great. What now? [A giant mech with giant claws and horns bursts through the floor. Sage flies to its side.] Eggman: Say hello to the EGG SNATCHER! Sonic: Egg Snatcher? Eggman: Allow me to give you a demonstration! [The ceiling opens to reveal the night sky. The Egg Snatcher’s massive, metal jaws unhinge, and starts sucking in air. Suddenly, Flickies, Rickies, Pockies, and all other animals start being sucked up into its mouth.] Sonic: What the?! [The mouth snaps shut, and mechanical whirring sounds are heard from within the mech. After a moment, the metal behemoth’s jaws open again, releasing an army of Motobugs, Buzzers, Beetlesaws, Nebulas, and Egg Walkers.] Sonic: Woah! [Sonic dodges an Egg Walker as it skates his way, backflipping out of the way of its missiles, and landing on top of a Beetlesaw. He rips the buzzsaw off, kicking it into the Buzzers, which crash land on top of the Motobugs.] [The Egg Snatcher’s arms slam down on the floor, creating a shockwave. Sonic leaps up, but Sage blasts him with a laser.] Sonic: Oof-! [Sonic gets back up.] Sonic: Santa’s not gonna be happy with you, Sage. Sage: “Santa Claus” is merely a societal and religious construct. Furthermore, almost nothing about the true Saint Nicholas is known, nor has he been alive for thousands of years. Sonic: … Sonic: Well, glad to see you’re so chock-full of Christmas Spirit! Eggman: Enough! Sage, would you mind assisting your dear old father in wrapping up one last gift? Sage: Gladly, father.

[The Egg Snatcher's arms detach, and swipe across the arena. Sonic flips over the giant metal hands, before just narrowly avoiding a blast from Sage. Sonic circles around Sage, sweeping her up and kicking her towards the Egg Snatcher.] Eggman: How dare you?! [The Egg Snatcher’s flaming mustache flares up, and a blast of flames emerge from the mech's mouth, scorching the arena.] Sonic: Hey, I'm not the one raising a kid to be an evil mastermind! [Sonic kicks off of the wall, spin attacking the mech's head.] [Sage fires a wave of energy at Sonic, shocking his nervous system and leaving him in a daze.] Sonic: Wow, that stings… [The Egg Snatcher unleashes even more Badniks as Sonic gets to his feet. Sage traps Sonic with a series of walls.] [Sonic charges a spin dash towards a Sentry Bug, leaping up and pulling its head off before it can lock on. As he lands, a Metal Hound charges at him, knocking him towards a group of SoundHounds, who unleash sonic howls.] Sonic: Rggh!

Sonic the Hedgehog - Toy Kingdom Calamity

[Christmas Eve. Sonic dashes through Twinkling Village, gazing at all the Christmas lights, then up at the aurora in the sky.] Sonic: Man, I love this time of year. [Suddenly, Sonic hears angry shouting nearby.] Sonic: Huh? [He sees a large crowd of people surrounding a Toy Kingdom delivery station.] Sonic: These folks don’t look so holly-jolly. [Sonic taps one of them on the shoulder.] Sonic: Hey, what’s goin’ on? Civilian: Toy Kingdom hasn’t delivered any Christmas packages! They were supposed to arrive this morning! …Say, aren’t you…? [Sonic steps through the crowd, reaching the front window. He knocks on the metal shutter] Sonic: Yo! [It opens. A worker drone answers.] Drone: We are sorry. There has been a delay in shipping. We apologize for the inconvenience. Please go home. Goodbye. [It slams shut.] Sonic: …Uh…? [He knocks on it again. It opens once more.] Drone: We are sorry. There has been a delay in shipping. We apologize for the inconvenience. Please go home. Goodbye. Sonic: …Okay. That’s not suspicious at all. Maybe it might be a good idea to check things out. [Sonic turns to face the crowd.] Sonic: Hold on, folks. I’ll get to the bottom of this. [Sonic dashes into the night.]

Sonic: Toy Kingdom’s comin’ up. Let’s see what all the fuss is about. [Sonic skids to a stop outside the outer walls. The drawbridge is up…?] Sonic: Huh? That’s weird. This place is usually open 24/7. In fact, I’ve never seen it closed! Sonic: HEY! Konstruct-A-King! You in there? Hello??? [Some Toy Guards pop their heads over the kingdom walls.] Sonic: Oh, hey! What’s the deal, guys? Why’re all the drawbridges up? It’s Christmas Eve! [They aim their guns at him and open fire.] Sonic: Woah--Hey! [Sonic leaps and avoids their gunfire, kicking up some snow and launching snowballs at them, knocking them back.] Sonic: So much for a warm welcome! [Sonic dashes up the wall, leaping over the top and tying the guards up in christmas lights.] Sonic: You guys don’t seem like yourselves. What’s the… deal…? [Sonic sees armies of Badniks patrolling the kingdom. Equipment and toys are being moved around like crazy.] Sonic: …You’ve gotta be kidding me, doc. [One of the Guards manages to break their arm free and call on the radio.] Sonic: Hey! [Sonic kicks the radio out of their hand.] Sonic: Nobody likes a snitch, little guy. [Alarms go off in the area. Sonic glares at the toy soldier.] [A miniature Eggmobile with 2 sidecars flies in. A spotlight centers on Sonic.] Sonic: Oh, look. The three stooges. [Orbot, Cubot, and Tribot hover overhead.] Orbot: Sonic?! Cubot: Uh-oh! Eggman’s not gonna like this! Tribot: I am! I can’t wait to stomp that little blue thornbush! Woo-hoo! [Orbot presses a button on the Eggmobile, and a giant, robotic nutcracker deploys from a nearby warehouse and drops down in front of Sonic. The Eggmobile’s sidecars detach, and take their places in the shoulders of the mech. Orbot’s Eggmobile sits atop the hat, and the mech’s eyes light up, raising an axe.] Sonic: Heh. Alright, let’s do this! [The Egg Cracker's axe slams down in the snow. Sonic dives out of the way, running up the base of the axe and spin attacking Tribot's Eggmobile.] Tribot: Hey! Get off! Orbot: I got him! Hang on! [A large, comically sized nut is loaded into the Egg Cracker’s mouth. The Egg Cracker bites down, and spikes are sent outwards in all directions.] Sonic: Woah! [Sonic ducks, avoiding one of the spikes, then leaps off as another spike hits Tribot’s Eggmobile.] Tribot: Dang it, Orbot! Watch where you’re aiming! Sonic: Man, I can’t believe Eggman trusted you guys to handle this job. Tribot: WHAT’S THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?! [Tribot swings the axe again, and Sonic backflips out of the way.] Sonic: I gotta do something about that axe… Or better yet… Use it against them! [Sonic dashes away as the giant mech begins to chase him. He slides under each axe swing, before stopping beside an electrical transformer.] Sonic: Betcha can’t hit me! Tribot: Are you CHALLENGING ME?! [Tribot raises the axe.] Orbot: Tribot, wait! Don’t! He’s trying to trick you! [The axe hits the transformer, and sparks fly, electrocuting the mech and the three shapebots.] Cubot: Ugh… Even I wouldn’t have fallen for that. Orbot: Yes, you would’ve. [Sonic launches off of a spring and onto Tribot’s pod, shattering the glass.] Sonic: Pardon me. Tribot: WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! [Sonic toys with the controls, forcing the mech to toss the axe up into the air.] Orbot: Uh-oh. [Sonic salutes, before leaping off of the mech just before the axe impales it.] [The Egg Cracker crumbles to pieces, and the 3 Egg Mobiles detach from the robot.] Cubot: Let’s get out of here! Sonic: Hey, where’re you three goin’? No time for a snowball fight? [Sonic spindashes in the snow, launching hundreds of snowballs into the Egg Mobiles, knocking them out of the sky. The three shapebots fall out of their vehicles.] Orbot: Wait, wait! Don’t-! [Sonic lifts them all up, juggling them around.] Cubot: I’m gonna be sick!

[Meanwhile, inside the Toy Kingdom castle…] Eggman: Ohohoh! Construction is going swimmingly! Soon, all the world’s toys will be yours, my dear! Sage: Father? Eggman: Yes, my little omelet? Sage: There is a disturbance outside. Eggman: Hmmm? [Sage points at a monitor. Security footage shows Sonic messing with Orbot, Cubot, and Tribot.] Eggman: You have GOT to be kidding me! Metal! Make that rodent carol in pain! [Metal’s eyes glow in acknowledgement. His thrusters fire up, and he takes off through the open window.] Orbot: Uncle! Uncle! Sonic: All right, all right. I’ve had my fun. See ya! [Sonic tosses all three of them into the air, before kicking them into a nearby dumpster.] Cubot: My head… Tribot: That was a pretty good throw, though… Orbot: Shut up, you two. Sonic: Well, better get back to it. Now, which way--Oof! [Metal Sonic lunges into Sonic, knocking him off of his feet, before kicking him across the path.] Sonic: Metal! Just who I wanted to unwrap this Christmas! [Sonic uses Sonic Boom to push Metal back. Metal’s thrusters flare up. Sonic leaps over Metal’s head as he flies past. Metal’s torso spins around, and he punches Sonic in the face.] Sonic: Oof-! Lucky hit. So, what are you and Eggman up to, huh? [The two clash, accelerating into each other.] Tribot: YEAH! KILL HIM, METAL! RIP HIS QUILLS OUT! [Tribot’s sudden outburst startles Metal. Sonic takes the advantage to kick Metal upwards, before following up with a Loop Kick. Metal skids across the pavement, glaring at Tribot.] Tribot: … Tribot: NO REGRETS! [Metal turns back towards Sonic. Sonic charges a peel-out, before blasting off in Metal Sonic’s direction. Metal prepares to counter, but as Sonic closes in, he starts to slip on the icy road.] Sonic: Woah, woah, WOAH! [Sonic slides straight towards Metal, who simply holds a fist out for Sonic to smack into.] Sonic: Ngh… Too slippery out here for me to get traction… Gotta find somewhere I can run! [Sonic leaps onto a rooftop, leaping from building to building. Metal pursues quickly behind.] Sonic: Still keeping up, eh? Alright. Catch me if you can! [Sonic sees the Toy Kingdom Castle atop the mountain.] Sonic: (I bet that’s where Eggman is hiding… Just gotta lose Metal, first.)

[itsmochichu]

some good boys eating pocky for 11.11! (ﾉ^ヮ^)ﾉ*:・ﾟ✧

[coralinnii]

Playing the pocky game

feat: Rook, Vil, Floyd, Leona

genre: fluff

note: interpreted as Yuu!reader but can be read as not, no pronouns were mentioned (except maybe for Rook’s French cuz…French), the relationships between reader and NRC characters are up to interpretation

Happy 11.11 day and a good veteran’s day for North Americans (please ignore the calendar and pretend this is still relevant)

While perusing Sam’s store, something caught your eye in the snack section as Grim hoards the canned food section for his tuna.

“Is this what I think it is?” you mumbled but managed to catch the shop owner's attention.

“Good eye, little imp!” Sam praised with his practiced smile “I recently got a shipment of popular goods from the far east. And those chocolate sticks are one of their most popular treats!”

“Wow, they sound similar to something we have back in my world” you recalled an iconic snack in your own world, so famous it had a day to itself and even a cute little game.

Be it nostalgia or hunger, you bought a few boxes and indulged yourself on the sweet treat the next few days, with a few peers noticing.

He noticed your new found obsession with the chocolate treat the moment you bought it because of course he would. He saw the new addition to your daily routine as you tend to reach for a sweet stick, almost like a habit.

Rook swoon at the smile the snack brings to your face and he couldn’t help his curiosity about the treats you bought.

You told him about its similarity to a common treat back home and how many kids your age would share and play games with it.

“Games you say? Would you be so kind as to show me?”

Ahh… should have kept your mouth shut

The blond huntsman was enamored with your flustered expression as you struggled to keep the stick between your lips. He smiled as he latched his lips onto the other end and as you explained, he started to bite the sweat treat bit by bit.

You struggle to bite on your own when you can clearly see Rook’s sharp eyes pierce through you, like a hunter keeping watch of his prey.

It wasn’t easy to hold your own when Rook kept looking at you with a gleam in his emerald eyes as he swiftly cleared his side of the treat, reaching your nervous lips at record speed. You yourself barely reached the middle before turning away, unable to withstand the intimacy of the game which resulted in breaking the stick.

But Rook wasn’t done with his fun.

Like a practiced hunter, he managed to swiftly wrap a strong arm around your waist, preventing your escape as he reached over for another pocky stick.

With the treat between his fingers, he raised it between your lips, his eyes locked onto yours while he gave you a smile that had a mixture of intrigue and amusement.

“Mon amour, what a wondrous game the people of your world have created! A delicious treat for the lips as well as the eyes as I get to gaze upon my partner while we indulge in sweetness. Shall we try again and this time, you can’t escape or I’ll chase you~”

Normally, Vil would reprimand you for taking more sweets when he made a dietary plan catered specifically for you. But, you looked so happy whenever you took a bite of the treat that he couldn’t really stay mad at you. He’ll deny that, of course.

“What is it about this basic snack that has you so obsessed with it?”

You proceeded to talk about the pocky snack in your world that took off globally, with different flavors, uses in desserts, and even its iconic game.

That part got Vil’s attention

He insisted you showed him which is how you end up sharing a stick with the renowned model. You were sure that he could hear your beating heart as he kept inching closer and closer to you, the scent of his expensive perfume drifting between you two.

Panicking, you closed your eyes to try to calm yourself. Vil is starting to see the appeal of this childish game as he watches your expressions change between nervous and flustered. He paused for a moment to take in your features before smiling and took the chance to brush his lips against yours, his lip balm barely leaving a mark on your own lips.

You opened your eyes in surprise but the blond senior was already a distance away from you, a contemplative look as he examined the sweet product. A game that’s innocently tempting, done without unnecessary touching or make-up smudging. Vil can see this becoming a trend and he’s smirking at the prospect of him being at the forefront of the idea.

“An interesting marketing idea. I’m impressed by your world’s methods”

Vil left to have a chat with his manager but before he did, he whispered something into your ears which hastened your heartbeat even further which you were sure he heard this time.

“Should this become a viral trend, I will be sure to properly reward you as a show of gratitude”

Floyd is a serial snacker. There is not one area he claims territory over that doesn’t have a bag of chips or candy hidden somewhere in his reach. In the rare cases he doesn’t, he’ll just “persuade” a schoolmate of his to hand over whatever they have.

So, when he notices your new fixation on a snack he’s never seen before, colour him intrigued and peckish.

“Hey Shrimpy, gimme one”

Choosing to ignore the blatant rudeness, you pick one from the open packet while keeping the one you started on dangling from your mouth. Like bait in a pond, Floyd kept his eyes on the stick moving around as you fiddled with it in your mouth until his intrusive thoughts got the better of him. You didn’t even get to say anything about the game as Floyd was already the type to think of fun if somewhat reckless things to do to cure his boredom.

(Floyd would fit in our world so well, it’s concerning)

Taking hold of your chin, the tall eel turned your head to face him. Luckily for Floyd, you managed not to drop the pocky stick so he could go with his impulsive plan.

In one quick move, Floyd managed to take a big bite of the treat, an audible crunch startled you as you barely registered the sudden closeness between you and the ocean-haired boy. You could see your reflection in his heterochromatic eyes as his stare left you paralyzed like a deer in headlights.

Not moving away, Floyd made a show of licking the crumbs off his lips which made you hypersensitive as you swear you two were close enough that you could feel his tongue on your own lips.

With a mischievous grin, Floyd grabbed another pocky stick, the one you’re going to give him, from your hand. Moving away but only a little bit, he tapped one end of the sweet snack against your lips.

“Not bad~ Let’s do it again!~”

Leona couldn’t care less about you stuff your yapper with so long as it doesn’t disturb him. Unfortunately, your current fixation on the addictive treat is not the quietest of snacks as every time you break off a bit piece by piece gets on Leona’s nerves.

Seriously, must you do it while he’s napping? (Though, when is he not?)

“Knock it off or I’m tossing that damn thing into the trash”

You ignored the grumpy lion until you caught him mumbling how you would like such a boring treat. He regretted his words as you proceeded to go on a tangent on the impact of the sweet treat in your world. He swore you were trying to sell him the whole company. You even told him about a whole day dedicated to the snack and even a popular game.

“That sounds lame, I almost feel sorry for your world”

“Please, you’re too chicken to even try it!”

“…What did you say?”

That did it for him. And now you’re paying the price as you and Leona took your places with the beastman’s mouth on his respective end of the snack, waiting for you to do the same. You called him cowardly but you would never admit that you were getting cold feet.

But you couldn’t back down now, not when Leona is watching with a smug expression, even with a pocky stick mockingly dangling between his lips. Putting your money where your mouth is, you place your lips onto your end which initiated the game.

You started with your eyes closed out of embarrassment but as you took a couple of small bites, you dared to peep with one eye open to see how far you’ve gotten.

What you didn’t expect was Leona’s eyes staring straight into you as he seemed so close to you. How did he manage to get so close without you even hearing him? Regardless, his lips were unmoving as were yours with only a small fragment of the stick left between you two. The tension was palpable as this became an actual game of chicken as the next move from Leona or you could result in either a loss or an awkward conversation.

Unable to handle it, you decided to take the loss and back away. You turn your head away as you try to calm the burning feelings in your cheeks. You internally curse Leona for his accursed good looks and charm.

But said good-looking man was not satisfied apparently as Leona took the chance to place a gloved hand behind your head and twisted your body to face the lion beastman once more. His posture was lazy but the look in his eyes made you feel like having an apex predator locking on a prey. He continues to push you closer to him, leaving barely any space between you two just like before.

“You brought up this stupid game so you better finish it, herbivore. With or without the dumb chocolate”

[nanamisflowerfield]

Okay, my B'day is coming up on Saturday. Pls may I have a scenario (a smol one) When Reader is pulling a All-nighter on Gaming w/ Itaru. And Itaru decides to confess her? (Reader is not Director)

Like he had crush on her since long. But he didn't got opportunity, so he's telling this on the night before her B'day :3

And yeah, I don't mean I want you to write it instinly. You can do it when u get time. Thank you~

I'm so sorry for not writing it sooner, love ;w; I feel so bad about it! I wrote it as fast as I could! I know you said university is important and all, but I felt so bad for not doing it sooner >3<

Also it is Banri, because you wanted me to write for Banri and asked to change it! I hope that you like it and have a lovely day, sweety! :3

Banri ate the Pockys that Juza bought just this morning and stashed it somewhere in their shared room. “Since when are you eating them?” You asked your dear friend, glancing up from your phone to stare at the boy in front of you. “Found them. They are the idiot’s sweets and I thought “Hey, why not annoy him?”.” Banri smirked as you shook your head, knowing that they will start arguing sooner or later again.

“Are you ready to lose?” You grabbed the controller in front of you, wanting to play the game with your best friend, who sat himself down next to you. “We both know, that I will be the winner.” He stuck out his tongue, before he gave you a shit-eating grin.

While you two started playing, Banri still had won every battle, even though his focus was on you. Not the character you were playing, no, it was you and your adorable face and the funny expression you did, while you tried to win against the autumn troupe actor. “Tomorrow is the big day…” You just nodded your head.

It was truly a big day. After all, it was your birthday!

And your best friend, whose knee had brushed yours, while eating a few snacks, had hoped that you might like the little present he had bought you. That was after all, the first gift that he wanted to give you.

The second one, on the other hand… Well… That was confessing his crush on you. After a very long time, that annoying guy, that you had dearly by your side, had developed a crush on you. A big one.

Had he any time to confess his feelings to you? Not really. He was too busy with the mankai company, just like you were busy with your plans.

But there were times, he just wanted to press you against a wall and confess to you, just like all these boys in the mangas that Muku loves to read.

There were times, he could have done it, but would you reject him?

Maybe… Maybe Banri might be a bit too afraid to to get a rejection of his best friend and crush.

You grunted, not realizing that Banri’s eyes wandered towards the door and stare at one dark-haired actor of the same troupe and roommate of his. He mouthed some words towards him. Words that made Banri’s blue orbs roll, nodding slightly his head and continued to play the game.

“Make a move, idiot.” Were the words Juza had mouthed to him. “Or else you will never get an answer.”

Hours went by and the autumn troupe leader was still winning like a pro. Hours! Damn hours and he still didn’t know how to tell you it… Even during this all-nighter. He wanted to tell you this before your birthday so… Maybe… No…

A sigh left the light brunette actor. “Something wrong?” You asked him, (e/c) not leaving the game. “Did you know that I have a crush on you?” Banri finally had uttered it out.

“What?” You moved your gaze at him, not noticing that he had killed you in the game again. “Aaaand you lost.” He mumbled. “You have a crush on me?” The only thing that your best friend did was to roll his eyes. “Isn’t that a bit obvious. I wasn’t really hiding it and even that damn Hyodo had figured it out.”

Your eyes widen at his words. Had everybody known about it already?

“So…?” He put his controller down, watching your movements closely. “Are you rejecting me now?”

Your cheeks warmed up, confused and happy to finally hear these words from Banri. “I could never reject you, Ban… I like you too… A lot.” You smiled at him back, hands intervening with his. “Good… So, we are a thing now?” You chuckled, nodding his head.

“Great- Oh, right.” He glanced to the side. “It’s midnight… And your birthday starts in… 3… 2… 1… Happy birthday, (y/n).”

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[forbidding-souda]

Hey again may I request s/o receiving gifts from their partner on white day ?, with the trigger happy havoc boys pls. ( xD I'm sorry I think you'll have to research again xP lol.) - 🐺

Receiving gifts from TTH boys on white day

i am overly pining for that man i sleep on at peets like every day. i'm gonna miss him. it's winter break now so i willnt be seeing him for awhile and i'm like gahh

oh my god what if i got him something for valentines day.. wdjsnmnndhhhhdhhhshh

i wish white day existed in america yatzee

i learned how to do a french inhale as i was writing this also this took me 6 hours yatzee LMFAO I'M STUCK A SLOW WORKER

-Mod Souda

Mondo Oowada

❤ Giving him gifts is easy. Anything from temporary tattoos to a bottle of fizz gets him all lovey-dovey and excited. He will be surprised and thankful for anything you give him.

❤ His gifts are completely stolen, curtsey of the fact that even if he did try to buy something he would most likely be denied service.

❤ He loves wrapping them and putting them in boxes. Special occasions: winter holidays, your birthday, white day, he looks forward to them so he can spoil you with reason.

❤ Even if you gave him one gift, he's giving you many. He'll give you your favorite candy along with pocky (just an excuse to kiss you).

❤ Literally half of your relationship is the art of gift giving. Outside of physical touch, it's probably his to-go love language.

❤ Spends the whole day with you. His friends can wait; you're his first priority always.

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Leon Kuwata

❤ You had been so hesitant to even give him a gift - he must receive dozens. You knew all the girls who wish they were in your place try to swoon him by buying him shit. It doesn't matter all that much to you. He is openly annoyed by them, anyway.

❤ You gave him his favorite chocolates (something those girls definitely wouldn't have known about) and a music book: guitar sheet music from his favorite old rock bands. His smile when he received them was all you could have ever asked for. He put his arm around your shoulder and rested his head against yours. It was affection - affection that usually was not as tender.

❤ Trying to be humble, you told him that you didn't mind him not giving anything back for you. You had made jokes about how he should spend all his money giving gifts to the dozens of girls instead - but he'd just wave you off and repeat that they are not as important as you.

"You bring it up too much for it not to be bothering you," he had pointed out, drying his hair with a towel after a shower. The steam had fogged the window and you were fighting the urge to draw shapes into it.

"I just think it's funny."

He gives you a side glance.

❤ He woke you up with a smoothie on that March 14th, pushing the cold glass against your cheek to wake you up. You had glared at him when you finally realized he was bothering you on purpose - but he had said this is the first part of your gift. So you allowed yourself to get up.

❤ The second part of the gift came much later. Throughout the day you were wondering if it would be something shocking, something worth the wait. What could he have possibly done? You wondered if he wrote you a song or bought you tickets to a show. But those things are given; not worth the anticipation.

❤ Finally, he told you to close your eyes and stick out your hand. You face your palm up and once you shut your eyes he flipped your hand over. It makes your lips twitch into a smile. When you feel something slip onto your ring finger you open your eyes immediately.

"This isn't a proposal!" He clarifies instantly. "It's a couple's ring - look, do you like it?"

On his finger, next to the other rings, is a silver band that matches yours.

"The inside has our names in it."

You eye it, smiling and nodding your head. "Thank you so much. I love it." And this is way more... worthy than what you got him.

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Byakuya Togami

❤ He could get almost anything in the world. You know this - and it makes gift giving hard. Still, he enjoys whatever you give him, not genuinely but enough to make you feel content with his reaction. He doesn't degrade you for giving him shit and that's all that matters.

❤ You were surprised he even brought up White Day. He asked you if you would prefer he celebrate it, and you said sure. That was your word: sure. He grunted at your informality.

❤ The question for what to get you was as daunting as you wondering what to get him. You also could get anything in the world, though he is hesitant to treat you with such a lavish way of living. He tries to remember what you talk about - fandom wise. Are there rare collectibles?

❤ He spent a lot of effort into researching for this gift. Like ten minutes in he sat back down in his chair and put a hand on his forehead. I'm really in love.

❤ He had one of the servants wrap the gift. He's not that hands-on.

❤ But he made sure to wait until half the day passed before he handed it to you. The box was big, which surprised you, and you tried to hide your smile as you opened it. And you were surprised. So he does listen to you when you talk. The first thing you noticed was the cd, an album that recently came out, with writing on it. He had gotten the artist to sign it for you. And it even had your name. Underneath was a simple stuffed bear holding a heart. Engraved in it were the words be mine.

"I'll be yours."

He rolls his eyes, grabbing the back of your head and kissing your forehead. "I know."

Ishimaru Kiyotaka

❤ When you gave him his gift, his cheeks were burning pink and he was stuttering like crazy. One thing ran through his mind: what am I going to get them in return? It stressed him out beyond belief.

❤ You would often find him in great thought, staring off into the distance, mumbling to himself and squinting. You eventually stopped trying to break him out of it.

❤ A part of you knew this would happen if you got him a gift. No matter how simple it was, he needed to repay you somehow.

"Rise and shine!" He pushed you over in the bed, rolling you over, taking the blanket away from you. You whine his name and rub your eyes. He is already fully dressed; his hair is brushed and his eyes are alive.

"Why?"

"I made us a reservation!"

"For breakfast?"

He nods, leaning over your body, pressing a soft kiss on your cheek. "The most important meal of the day."

❤ In the beginning of your relationship, you tried to get closer to him by asking him to tutor you. You always picked this restaurant - sitting across from him in this lighting was a blessing. He is beautiful.

❤ This was your gift - along with a book, one that the two of you can fill out together, a questionare of sorts. And the two of you linger over it like it's a textbook, reminding you of old times, where even back then he was madly in love with you, reciprocated.

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Yasuhiro Hagakure

❤ Wait - you're actually giving him something? But the two of you are already together. You still have to get each other stuff?

"You don't have to if you don't want to, love." You had laughed, noticing his stress immediately.

"No - no no." He opened his mouth to say more, but when nothing came, you spoke over him.

"Don't worry about it."

Afterward, he had simply grumbled to himself and scratched his chin.

❤ Whenever he thinks about gifts, he can only think about things that he wants. You - what are your interests? The two of you watch movies together, that's a start, have there been movies you liked more than others?

❤ He found himself fishing through your closet. A shirt, he decided. He'll give you a shirt.

❤ A shirt for that movie you made him watch a couple of times. Every time, you had quoted some of the lines, smiling as you did so.

❤ And when he gives you the shirt - it's in a tiny little bag, one with your name written on it with sharpie. He looks so nervous that you just want to melt into his arms. You make sure to show your appreciation, as you know this has been particularly stressful for him.

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Makoto Naegi

❤ He went to ask Kirigiri what to do. You gave him a gift for Valentine's Day and then said he doesn't need to return the favor - is this a trick? She tells him to do it anyway, as she suspects you're just trying to be generous.

❤ Which is correct.

❤ He considers himself someone who's good at giving gifts. He'll try to give someone something that's less obvious - something that they wouldn't know they wanted otherwise.

❤ But with you, it's hard, because he knows everything you like and everything you don't like. How can he surprise you?

❤ But maybe it's not about the surprise - and just that he has gifted you something in general. He thinks about this stuff too much.

❤ So he settles with a shit load of stuff. Like a goodie bag, almost. It has candles, snacks, love letters, stickers and gift cards. He didn't know what specificall you wanted so he just got you a bunch of stuff.

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Hifumi Yamada

❤ His gifts do not come in physical form, but rather writing, where he creates a whole novel of you in your favorite fictional world. He knows you so well, and he's amazing are characterization - everything plays out exactly how you imagined in your head.

❤ This is his to-go thing. Outside of that, he will cook a simple meal for the two of you, or the two of you can draw together. He'll take pictures of you trying on his glasses, print them, and tape them inside of one of his writing journals.

"Do you enjoy them that much?" You ask, a bit self conscious, looking at the photos as he takes out the tape.

"Why, of course! You look absolutely ravishing."

The corner of your mouth raises in a shrug, but you just know that he loves you a lot, as if he doesn't show it all the time anyway.

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Chihiro Fujisaki

❤ Mostly, every single time he goes outside, you are there with him. So buying you a present was actually rather difficult. He eventually just had to say I'm going to find you a present for white day and took off, alone.

❤ Your Valentines Day gift to him was a fidget toy. You realized that whenever he was away from a computer, he doesn't seem to know what to do with his hands.

❤ He wanted to get you something equally important.

❤ Him and his dad went together on White Day, pondering together. He got you a stuffed rabbit, just for how cute it looked. He also got you flowers, fitting those things (poorly) into a tiny little backpack, one that is your favorite color.

❤ He had you close your eyes when he came home. When he put the bag into your hand, you were surprised at how large the gift was.

"I was... unsure as to whether you would like it or not." He clasps his hands together, rubbing his thumb over the other.

You make a show of kissing the rabbit on the cheek. "It's amazing, I love it."

His worried eyes calm as he smiles.

[luxaofhesperides]

the taste of something sweeter

It's 11/11, Pocky Day, and Na Bori is dropping hints.

It takes a bit for Lee Jihye to get them. In her defense, she's tired and math has fried her brain even more.

also on ao3.

. . .

“Hey,” Na Bori nudges Lee Jihye’s shoulder with her own, “Do you know what day it is?”

Lee Jihye lifts her head and squints at her, trying to get her brain to work. She’s running on three and a half hours of sleep and has been staring at her math textbook for the past ten minutes without understanding a single thing in it. She’s barely functioning, leaning most of her weight against Na Bori as they fail to study. 

“Huh?”

“Do you know what day it is?” Na Bori repeats. She’s not looking at Lee Jihye. Not teasing her either, which she never fails to do when Lee Jihye gets like this; all distracted, confused, and sleepy. 

It makes Lee Jihye pull her focus together, trying to figure out if something’s wrong. Is it a birthday? No, she would have been planning Na Bori’s present at least a month beforehand. A holiday? Also no. Then… something to do with school? Is there something happening at school she needs to prepare for when the lunch period is over?

“Uh…” Lee Jihye starts, trying to think past the fog of exhaustion in her mind, “Tuesday? Wednesday? What day is it?”

Na Bori huffs a small laugh, dropping her head back with a small smile. “It’s a Friday, first off, and secondly, it’s… November. Eleventh.”

“Oh. Wait, it’s Friday already? Sweet!”

“Jihye-yah. I can’t believe you forgot. You literally told me how happy you are that it’s Friday this morning.”

“I’m tired! You get even worse when you’re sleep deprived!”

Na Bori rolls her eyes, and Lee Jihye wakes up enough to gently shove her away. It only ends with Na Bori rocking back to crash into Lee Jihye and sending them both toppling to the side, caught by the arm of the couch.

“Anyways,” Na Bori says, “It’s November eleventh.”

“Okay?”

She stares. Lee Jihye stares back, waiting for her to continue. 

There’s nothing special about the date. Other than the fact that it’s a Friday, but those come every week so it’s not a big deal. She really has no idea what Na Bori is trying to get at.

She’s tired and done with school and math is her eternal enemy and she’s warm, between Na Bori’s body heat and the blanket tossed over their legs. Lee Jihye is not thinking. She won’t do it, not in these conditions.

Na Bori sighs, then pulls away.

Immediately Lee Jihye grabs Na Bori’s sleeve, stopping her before she can do more than move to the edge of the couch, and pouts at her. “Bori-yah,” she says, “What is it? Come on, tell me, don’t just leave me guessing.”

“It’s November eleventh,” she repeats, and continues to not elaborate.

“Is it a special day or something? What am I missing?”

Na Bori gives her a long look, and Lee Jihye can’t make out what her expression means. She feels off balance, like she’s just missed a step and is falling through open air. 

These moments have been happening more lately. Lee Jihye just doesn’t know why. Nothing’s changed. She’s the same as she always is, and Na Bori is too. At least, Na Bori is the same to her. There’s always a chance that there’s something happening in her life that she’s keeping from Lee Jihye, always determined to deal with it on her own before Lee Jihye catches on and bulldozes her way into helping.

Before she can push and ask what’s wrong, Na Bori smiles and her hesitant and guarded expression disappear as if they were never there in the first place. 

“I’m going to grab a snack,” she says, pulling out of Lee Jihye’s grasp. “Want anything?”

“An energy drink?”

“No. Those are terrible for you.”

“We regularly stuff ourselves full of junk food, I don’t see how an energy drink can make things any worse.”

“The last time you got anything with that much caffeine, you rearranged your entire room and started making origami frogs to give to everyone in school,” Na Bori says, which. Yeah. That’s true. It was a few hours of energy and excitement and then she crashed so hard she felt like a zombie the next day.

“Just get me whatever,” Lee Jihye amends, “I need something sweet to keep me going.”

For a moment, it looks like Na Bori is going to say something more. She lingers, and Lee Jihye looks up at her, blinking rapidly to keep her eyes from closing completely and sending her into an unplanned nap. Then Na Bori shakes her head fondly and walks away, leaving Lee Jihye alone in the living room with only her textbook to keep her company.

Outside, the harsh November winds rattle the window, and Lee Jihye pulls up the blanket, glad she’s inside. Na Bori’s apartment is nice, all warm colors and welcoming, little knick knacks and decorations everywhere. Her parents are busy, usually at work save for a few hours at night when they can sleep and sometimes in the mornings, but they’re kind and always happy to host Lee Jihye.

It’s much nicer than her own sterile, lonely home. She speaks more to her grandparents than her actual parents, even though her grandparents live in a small farming town and only know how to use a landline despite her many attempts to get them used to cell phones. 

Her own parents…

Lee Jihye never likes thinking about them. They feel the same way. She just isn’t the daughter they wanted. 

But Na Bori’s parents make her feel wanted. This apartment is more her home than anything else; anywhere with Na Bori is where she belongs, really. 

She’s really, really glad Na Bori is her friend. She’d have been so lonely otherwise, and just the thought of living a life without her have tears welling up in her eyes.

“Here,” Na Bori says, jumping over the couch to rejoin her. She’s got an armful of snacks, ready to be spread out on the table and shared. “I wasn’t sure what to get, so I got everything. Here—wait. What’s wrong? Why are you crying?”

Lee Jihye closes her eyes, forcing back the burn of tears. “I’m not crying.”

“You’re about to cry. I was only gone for two minutes. What’s wrong, crybaby?”

“Nothing. I’m just glad you’re here.”

Gentle fingers brush her bangs back, and when Lee Jihye opens her eyes, Na Bori is there, sliding her hand down her jaw before dropping it back into her lap.

“I’m here,” she says. “Here, eat something sweet. That’ll cheer you up.”

Lee Jihye extracts herself from the soft cushions of the couch long enough to look through the bounty of snacks Na Bori brought. She grabs a small box of strawberry chocolate bites and settles back to get comfortable again. Beside her, Na Bori grabs a larger box and opens it, pulling out a silver bag. 

As soon as it’s opened, Lee Jihye holds out a hand. She gives Na Bori her best puppy dog eyes, silently asking for some. 

Na Bori glares at her, then rolls her eyes with a smile. “You’re lucky you’re so cute, or I wouldn’t be sharing at all,” she says, dropping a stick of pocky into her hand.

Lee Jihye grins, ignoring the butterflies in her stomach from the comment. It’s just a joke, nothing to be taken seriously, so Lee Jihye ignores her feelings and buries them away. She has plenty of practice at doing it; there are a lot of feelings she’s been hiding when around Na Bori, and she’s almost always with Na Bori.

“You’re the best,” she says, biting into the chocolate side of the stick. She shakes some of her strawberry chocolate drops out into her hand, then passes them along to Na Bori. 

She dumps her math textbook onto the floor, finally giving up on it. She hasn’t been able to focus on it at all without dozing off, and she hates studying anyways. Why bother doing the impossible? She has snacks to be eating with Na Bori!

It’s only when she finishes her first stick of pocky that her brain finally connects the dots.

“Today’s pocky day!” Lee Jihye all but shouts. 

“Finally,” Na Bori says, “You’re the one who brought it up last week. I thought you’d remember.”

“You know I don’t remember things. Ever. I’m too busy daydreaming.”

“About what?”

You, she doesn’t say. “This and that, you know how it is.”

“Tell me,” Na Bori says, knocking her shoulder into Lee Jihye’s. 

“Oh, I don’t know. The most recent one is just imagining what’s going to happen next in that drama I was telling you about.”

“Boring. I thought you’d say something like rescuing princesses in your daydream cinematic universe.”

“That sounds boring. That story’s been done a thousand times before! What would you be daydreaming about, then?”

Na Bori bites into a pocky stick, the snap purposefully loud. Her gaze feels heavier suddenly, like she’s pinning Lee Jihye in a spotlight. “Spending time with you. Graduating with you. Being brave.”

Lee Jihye doesn’t know why her breath catches in her throat, but it does. There’s something in the air, something electrifying. She’s standing on the edge of something, ready to jump if only she knew what was waiting at the bottom. 

Being brave.

She is not brave. She’s a crybaby, but she’s also the one to get rid of any bugs that manage to get near Na Bori. She’s not brave or smart or special, but Na Bori sees something in her that convinces her to stay. 

She is not brave, but she thinks she’s willing to try for this.

“You kept bringing up the date,” Lee Jihye says, lowly, as she tries to get her thoughts together. She gathers her courage, ready for the free fall. “You brought pocky. You want to play.”

Na Bori licks her lips and Lee Jihye’s eyes follow the movement, dropping to her mouth and staying there. Blindly, she reaches out and pulls out a pocky stick from the bag and holds the tip between her lips. She forces her eyes up to see the rest of Na Bori’s face just in time to see her lean forward.

She bites the other end of the pocky stick, her own half-eaten one held loosely in her hand. 

The world’s stopped moving outside of them. The world has narrowed down to them, sitting next to each other on the couch, barely breathing as they slowly close the distance between them.

Lee Jihye can’t hear past her heartbeat in her ears with each centimeter that disappears between them. She tilts her head to the side can’t stop from finally closing the distance, pressing her lips to Na Bori’s just briefly before pulling back. 

She feels dizzy, the world disappear from beneath her as she thinks I just kissed Na Bori.

The chocolate of the pocky is sweet on her tongue. She swallows it down mechanically, still staring at Na Bori’s lips. She can’t look away. She’s frozen in place, waiting for something to happen, waiting for something to give so the world can start turning again.

And Na Bori cups Lee Jihye’s face and kisses her again. 

There’s nothing brief of chaste about this one; it’s messy and biting and sweet, years of hidden desires coming out all at once as they gasp and chase after more. 

Lee Jihye’s hands end up on Na Bori’s waist. She can’t remember putting them there, but she can’t focus beyond the soft warmth of her skin, the movement of her lips, the small noises she makes. 

It’s everything she’s ever wanted. It’s every dream she’s had that she’s tucked away in her chest, just out of sight but always there. It’s the feeling of flying, making the jump, and landing in Na Bori’s arms. 

She’s wide awake now. The world is clear and the fog of exhaustion has disappeared beneath the giddy rush of feeling that accompanies every kiss.

“Bori-yah,” she breathes against her lips, and she can feel Na Bori smile.

“Jihye-yah,” Na Bori returns, pulling away, and pressing a finger against Lee Jihye’s lips when she moves to follow and kiss her again. “Jihye-yah. Wanna play again?”

There’s still a nearly full bag of pocky laying forgotten on the couch. They don’t have all that much time before their lunch period is over and they have to return to class, but this would hardly be the first time they’ve skipped. 

She grins and pushes the pocky box away. “I think I know a better way to play.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” And Lee Jihye tugs Na Bori’s hand down and kisses her again and again and again.

It’s the last thing either of them say for quite some time. 

[hawnks]

If you're still taking requests, could I ask for some soft Shiggy headcanons?

wc: 650, pg13, Shigaraki and you find different ways to communicate

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Shigaraki has trouble expressing himself at the best of times. For years his focus has been solely on his goal. The excess, things that make him feel good, were a waste of time. He never got to that young adult vulnerability, holding hands in school courtyards, splitting a box of pocky in the family living room. Admitting (even if it was humiliating) that he liked someone.

Since meeting you he’s gotten better at deciphering his own emotions. He can name some of them now, angry, happy, horny. Part of him is still all stray-cat though, ready to bolt or fight at the slightest provocation. Sometimes it feels like a game of operation, trying to get him to be anything but calculatedly aloof.

Verbal confirmation is rare at the start of your relationship, admitted only in the heat of late nights, or the most dire of arguments. It’s something that will come, naturally. But there are other ways he conveys his feelings in the meantime.

If you had asked him outright to do this, he would have scoffed at you. The silence gives him more leeway, let’s the tenderness slip through the cracks. It’s been a quiet night, in general. You’re together on his bed, a fair distance apart. Enough room for you to drop your feet into his lap, laugh at the brow raised in response.

For a moment he does nothing, just stares at your legs thrown over his. His expression is contemplative, almost wistful, if Shigaraki could ever be described as that. He looks disconcerted, out of his element.

You brace for him to just push you off, ready to give him your best pout. Instead he reaches over to his nightstand.

Your collection of items left in his room grows by the day. Traces of you are everywhere, clothes and books, stray hairs. And this, the bottle of nail polish he picks up, opens.

His touch is delicate, even buffered by the brush. He’s always so gentle, so careful with you. His quirk must make him cautious. He’s such a danger, even to, especially toward, the people closest to him. But maybe there’s something else too. Maybe he’s gentle with you for no other reason than he wants to be. Maybe it’s a mix of all these things, a complicated web even he doesn’t fully understand.

He’s certainly not doing this out of obligation.

The nail polish is cold as it goes on, chilled by the temperature of the room. But where he touches you, pinky and ring finger on your foot to steady you, he’s warm. So much warmer than he looks. So careful careful careful with you.

He finishes your nails in silence, gets so engrossed in the delicate process he seems bewildered when he runs out of toes to paint. Without a word, you give him your hand, and with no answer he starts painting those nails too.

You suppose you should feel powerful, having one of the most powerful men in the country preforming this service for you. He’s hunched over, almost bowing. But all you feel is gratefulness. Tender, a little wistful yourself.

When he’s done, he doesn’t let go of your hand for a long moment. His hold is so loose, just three fingers holding it up. His brow is furrowed, lips pursed. Looking at you like he’s just discovering this part of you. Or maybe, of him and you combined. Amazed and terrified that he can touch you at all.

His hand slips away. Your own falls back against your belly, careful not to smudge his work.

thank you, you don’t say

you’re welcome, he doesn’t reply.

He adjusts your legs on top of his, nudging you into a more comfortable position. You follow his motions easily.

[amysteriousmessenger]

MC giving RFA+Minor trio a gift for Valentine's day please! :D

I’ve tweaked this a little bit so it’s also a returned gift!! I hope you like it!! This is my second Valentine’s day request <3

RFA + Minor Trio Valentine’s Gift Exchange Headcanons

Yoosung Kim Valentine’s Gifts

You didn’t have to think too hard to decide on what to get Yoosung for Valentine’s Day, he had been complaining that he needed a new headset for a few weeks but had already spent his student budget on new limited edition LOLOL skins. The poor boy had already been reduced to instant ramen to afford these luxuries. You didn’t know too much about which sort of headset he’d prefer, so you just got him a decently branded one that had good reviews and hoped it would work.

You also wanted to get him some extra things to go in his giftbag, so you got him a new t-shirt tand some cute strawberry heart shaped Pocky, which you definitely didn’t buy with the pure intention of playing the Pocky Game with him. Of course not.

Yoosung would have put quite a bit of effort into thinking about what to get you for Valentine’s Day, since he didn’t want to screw up and be a bad boyfriend. He even asked Zen for advice, but didn’t think the bold, extravagant declaration of love really suited him.

Yoosung decided to go for the traditional route and gift you a little charm bracelet, a small bouquet of red roses and cook a meal for you. Of course, it was his special omurice, packed with extra love because it was Valentine’s day. He’d picked out the charm bracelet online, it was a little silver one with a sparkly star charm on it.

Zen/Hyun Ryu Valentine’s Gifts 

If Zen knew anything, it was dramatic romance. He’ll pour Valentine’s clichés on you like it’s nobody’s business. Zen buys you a chunky bouquet of red roses, a big box of chocolate (he doesn’t usually eat chocolate because he doesn’t want the sugar to affect his skin, so he makes sure the box is extra big so he can cheekily pick at a few that he likes) and takes you out for an evening meal.

When you get home after the dinner, Zen will pick you up outside the door and carry you bridal style over the threshold, just because he wants you to feel like a princess in his arms.

You can also bet that Zen is going to sing for you for Valentine’s Day. He’d have spent a while picking out the song, and depending on what he thought was best, it would be 1) Your favourite song, 2) A dramatic love ballad from a musical he’d been in, or 3) a joking strip-tease song.

For your gifts, you’d have gotten Zen some new skincare products that he’d been looking at. You knew how much he loved his sheet masks so you’d brought him a fun selection to have a try of. Some of your favourite evenings with Zen were spent doing skincare on one another, so you wanted an excuse to do that more.

For his big gift, you got him a ticket for two to go for an all-exclusive spa day trip. He was flustered that you’d spent so much money on him, but you assured him it was for the both of you to spend time together and to enjoy!

Jaehee Kang Valentine’s Gifts

Valentine’s Day wasn’t a holiday that Jaehee had off from work if it was a weekday, so you were really lucky this year that it had fallen on a Sunday. She’d gotten all of her work done late on the Saturday night in order to have the day free to spend with you.

You got Jaehee a fancy new coffee maker that she had had her eye on for a while, but couldn’t justify to herself since her old one was still in fine, working condition. You’d imported some special coffee beans for her to try too. You also felt like it was important to give Jaehee some flowers too, since you knew sometimes she felt so dull and drab because of how Jumin made her dress for work, she deserved to feel pretty too.

Jaehee got you tickets to a musical show you’d been wanting to see, but had missed the tickets for. She’d seen that a pair of them had gone up for sale second hand and had quickly snatched the sale in order to get them for you. It wasn’t a show that she’d have usually seen, but she’s very excited to get to watch it with you.

Jumin Han Valentine’s Gifts 

To start, you’d have gently implied to Jumin about setting a budget for Valentine’s Day, because God knows he didn’t know the value of money sometimes and you felt bad knowing you couldn’t match whatever he was going to spend. You didn’t want Valentine’s to be about money, but about your feelings for one another.

You told the chef on Saturday night that he wasn’t needed for breakfast since you wanted to make breakfast for Jumin yourself. You made him a spread of sweet pancakes with syrup and fruit and hand dripped his coffee yourself, taking the time to decorate a little foam Elizabeth the 3rd on top of it. You’d also made him lunch to take to work, and put a little note in it saying that you and Elizabeth missed him whilst he was gone. 

Jumin had arranged for the two of you to go to an extremely overpriced restaurant for dinner, which is where you were exchanging gifts. You have Jumin a pair of cufflinks engraved with yours and his initials, which he immediately swapped the ones he was currently wearing for. 

Coincidentally, Jumin also gave you jewellery, it was a beautiful necklace with far too many diamonds in. He clipped it around your neck, agreeing to himself that his selection was correct as it looked beautiful on you. He also added that there was another gift waiting for you at home, since it would have been inappropriate to bring to the restaurant. 

He had gotten you a set of lingerie to wear for the night, obviously. 

Saeyoung Choi Valentine’s Gifts 

Seven was a hit at heart, and a car guy, so the choice was obvious: you were going to get him a giant Hot Wheels tracks with all the extra decorations. You spent far too much money on it, but knowing how happy it would make him made it entirely worth it. 

You thought he was going to cry when he unwrapped it, and he immediately set it up and spent hours making the track and remaking it, adding extra obstacles, making the car go over Saeran’s head, loop, jump through flames- everything. He was so happy with your gift that he almost forgot to give you your own gift. 

Which he then changed into- 

Seven was going to be your maid for the day, outfit and all. He explained his gift by telling you he knew how much effort it must be to look after him, so he was going to look after you for a change, and ‘look good while doing it’. 

He also got you a bunch of imported snacks that you had really been wanting to try, but couldn’t work out the proxy or shipping to be able to do it. You were swimming in snacks, you didn’t know where they were going to go.

V/Jihyun Kim Valentine’s Gifts

Always a romantic at heart, V would have put a lot of effort into your Valentine’s gifts and spent a lot of time considering it, he wouldn’t have wanted it to be a commercial gimmick but an actual symbol of his love for you. You felt the same, of course.

For V, you gifted him a new portable polaroid camera and cartridges. He had so many big expensive cameras, but a little polaroid captures fun moments and prints them instantly. They could capture moments without taking V out of it and distancing himself.

You also gave him a set of imported watercolours from Europe, since the reviews said that they were really good. He’d mentioned wanting to experiment more with watercolours, so this was the perfect time to gift him a set to practice with.

For your gifts, V would have first gifted you a weekend getaway for the two of you, knowing how stressed you had been recently. He wanted to give you a chance to relax and to just spend some time being utterly in love with one another.

Secondly, V gifted you a painting, of your hand touching a rose petal and being illuminated by the sun. He didn’t need to explain it, because he knew the painting reached your heart.

GE Saeran Choi Valentine’s Gifts 

Saeran was always getting you gifts, so he wanted to do something extra special for Valentine’s Day, but remaining in the spirit of the holiday. He was in love with love, and wanted to show it. 

You’d woken up to a room full of flowers, so many flowers. Saeran would have decorated the room silently before you had woken up since he wanted you to wake up to the beautiful sight. He’d tell you the meaning of each flower and how each one represents a different reason as to why he loves you entirely. You’d been awake about thirty seconds, this man is shameless with his affection.

Saeran would make you breakfast in bed and would cook for you for the entire day, making whatever you wanted to eat. He’d already made a bunch of baked goods in preparation whilst you were asleep.

Over dinner, you’d give him his gifts even though you were worried that they weren’t enough in comparison to what he had done. You gave him some seeds, a new pair of gardening gloves since he was continuously hurting his hands on rose thorns, a photo album of the happy memories the two of you had been making with the RFA and a little keychain that had a picture of the two of you in it to go on his housekeys. Needless to say, he cried.

Saeran had also got you another gift, a tiny gold necklace with a little heart in the middle of it. He said he chose it because he wanted you to carry his heart with you everywhere you go.

Vanderwood Valentine’s Gifts

Vanderwood absolutely forgot Valentine’s Day was a thing until the day before, when he wanted in on Seven trying on his maid outfit to make sure it still fit okay and had to immediately explain himself.

He was not someone to celebrate Valentine’s Day, since he didn’t want to get attached to anyone, but you had somehow wormed your way into his life and refused to leave. 

He’d have gotten you a new laptop, since he couldn’t bear to look at that horrific old thing you were using. He set it up with anti-tracking software and made it as safe as possible to people like him didn’t steal your information, he wouldn’t do anything romantic, but he might be a little less mean to you for that day. He wouldn’t even say ‘Happy Valentine’s Day’ to you, he’d just hand you the laptop and show you how to use it.

For your gift to Vanderwood, you tried gifting him a vape pen so help him cut down on smoking so much, but he didn’t willingly accept this. He took it, and would maybe use it when he was at home and no one could see him vaping though, since you’re the one who gave it to him. 

Just to add an extra gift in, since you knew the vape pen wouldn’t go down well, you gave him a voucher for a coffee shop and an Elvish dictionary: you had insider information that Seven was about to change the intercom on the door’s language, after all.

[burnedbyshoto]

m a s t e r l i s t (n - z)

updated: 9/27/2020

▹ - sfw

▸ - nsfw

notes: this list is put in alphabetical order by last name and then from oldest to most recent fic. please do not judge any of the older pieces too harshly as they were pretty bad! as of january 2020, drabbles will no longer be added to masterlist.

this is the masterlist for characters with last names n - z

masterlist for characters with last names a - m

do not repost any of my fics without permission.

sero hanta

▸ pocky challenge — kinktober day 10 (scenario)

▸▹ alphabet hc’s — nsfw and sfw alphabet (hc)

▹ colors — you can see peoples colorful auras (scenario)

shigaraki tomura

▹ kitty cat — shigaraki is a cat hybrid with a rash (hc)

▸ ready player one — kinktober day 5 (scenario)

▸ ahegao face — his reaction to your ahegao face (drabble)

▸ power — you were known to bring powerful men to their knees (scenario)

shindou yo

▸ twice — kinktober day 30 (drabble)

shinsou hitoshi

▸ cat lingerie — shinsou catches you in cat shaped lingerie (hc)

▹ ignored — in which he doesn’t acknowledge you anymore (drabble)

▹ don’t do this — being a hero means making hard calls (drabble)

▹ blood — please don’t close your eyes (drabble)

▸ torture threesome — in which shinsou is your third with bakugou (drabble)

▹ soulmate shit — you two just can’t be seperated can you (drabble)

▸ fantasy — you’re hot and you flaunt it (drabble)

▹ heartbreak — shinsou’s hiding a secret from you (drabble)

▸ here, kitty, kitty — kinktober day 9 (scenario)

▸ trust — kinktober day 25 (scenario)

▸ dom!shinsou — what’s he into when he doms (hc)

▸ orgies — more todobakukiri now with shinsou action (hc)

▸ scarves — using a capturing weapon in bed is a thing (drabble)

▹ study dates — studying with shinsou is always a trip (drabble)

▹ distractions — you can never focus when you study with him (drabble)

▸ jealous — when men touch you, shinsou gets jealous (drabble)

▸ sensei — being a pro hero means having a will of steel, too bad for shinsou that will of steel has one major kryptonite: a schoolgirls skirt. (scenario)

takami keigo (hawks)

▸ situational — you two are stuck together and tension rises (drabble)

▹ phoenix — you have a quirk that gives you the hero name phoenix (hc)

▸ caught in the act — kinktober day 15 (scenario)

▸ heats — how takami is during his heats (drabble)

▸ his ahegao — you react to his ahegao face (hc)

▸ ahegao face — takami reacts to your ahegao face (hc)

▸ overstimulation — how he overstimulates you (hc)

▸▹ alphabet hc’s — nsfw and sfw alphabet (hc)

▸ booty — slap his ass (drabble)

▸ dorm room — in which takami sneaks into your dorm room (drabble)

▹ asexual — he finds out you’re asexual (hc)

▸▹ dating — hc’s for dating takami (hc)

▹ because I love you — he broke up with you to save you, but he still wants you (scenario)

▹ frosting mishaps — baking with takami is disastrous as always (scenario)

▹ do you trust me — will you take the birds hand or die? (drabble)

takeyama yu (mt. lady)

▸ lingerie dreams — kinktober day 21 (scenario)

todoroki enji (endeavor)

▸ seven — rich and powerful men can marry seven different women in a wild attempt to produce the perfect heir. todoroki enji is one of these powerful men, and you’re his seventh bride. (scenario)

todoroki touya dabi

▹ stronger than you — dabi is a dad now and his son is just like him (scenario)

▸ dominate him — you’re a lady in the sheets and a freak in the sheets (hc)

▸ werewolf lover — they’re horny and you’re asexual (hc)

▹ stay in bed — dabi doesn’t want to let you go in the morning (drabble)

▹ wedding date — youre desperate for a date, and dabi wants a kiss (drabble)

▸ louder — make dabi a subby bitch (hc)

▹ 2 am call — you need dabi at two in the morning (drabble)

▹ laughter — dabi’s laugh is not cute but thats okay (drabble)

▸ scream my name — dabi won’t stop until you’re screaming (drabble)

▸ add another — how many fingers will fit in you (drabble)

▸ blindfolds — with no sight you sit and wait (drabble)

▹ glass doors — you run into a glass door (drabble)

▸ no boundaries — dabi will fuck you anywhere no matter the mood (drabble)

▹ you missed — getting stuck in a closet is always weird (drabble)

▸ 4 times dabi wanted you; 1 time he got you — kinktober day 1 (scenario)

▸ piercings — what piercings does he have? (hc)

▸ ahegao face — dabi reacts to your ahegao face (hc)

▸ size — dabi with a size kink (hc)

▹ happy birthday — sometimes dabi just needs a hug (drabble)

todoroki natsuo

▹ todoroki-sensei — todoroki natsuo is an esteemed trauma surgeon, and you’re the volunteer that won’t leave his mind (scenario)

▸ study breaks — natsuo needs a break and you’ll give him one (drabble)

▸ mamihlapinatapai — mamihlapinatapai: the wordless yet meaningful look shared by two people who desire to initiate something, but are both reluctant to start. (scenario)

todoroki shouto

▹ strawberry milk and watermelon seeds — first piece on tumblr (scenario)

▹ childhood lover — going from childhood friends to lovers (hc)

▹ seven days late -  part two— shouto leaves for seven days and has nothing to say for it (scenario) 

▹ sleeping — how the two of you sleep together (hc)

▹ not ready — shouto reveals the horrors of his childhood (scenario)

▹ welcome home: the series — part one  part two  part three  part four  part five the adventures of your family with shouto and your baby, kaito. (scenarios)

▹ captured — in which youre captured by villains and chaos starts (hc)

▸ and they were roommates: the series — part one  part two  part three modern!au. there are many issues when getting a new roommate. you just never expected your issue would be fucking your hot roommate every chance you had (scenario)

▹ i love you? — shouto realizes he’s in love with you and needs help (hc)

▹ lip synch queen — you enjoy lip synching songs to shouto (hc)

▹ I think I’m pregnant — you believe you’re pregnant with your ex’s baby (hc)

▹ meeting the todorokis — shouto introduces you to his family finally (scenario)

▹ concerts and songs — shouto takes you on a date to a concert (scenario)

▹ staying home — you like to stay home and thats okay (scenario)

▸ I hate you - part two — shouto is a villain and you’re the one he’s after (scenario)

▹ gone for too long — long distance relationships suck sometimes (scenario)

▹ hollow — youre an assassian; shouto is your target (hc)

▸ dominate him — you’re a lady in the sheets and a freak in the sheets (hc)

▸ my girl — jealous lovers and work don’t mix (scenario) part two

▹ drinks — shouto is upset and you are on the receiving end (drabble)

▹ confessions — you’re dying and you have to confess (drabble)

▹ come back — shouto doesn’t want to leave the bed (drabble)

▸ fuckboy — in which shouto is a fuckboy and you’re his target (drabble)

▹ dumbass — you threaten shouto with a good time (drabble)

▹ you never came — shouto never shows up to a date (drabble)

▹ apologies — shouto apologizes for being mean (drabble)

▹ hold me — shouto’s quirks come in handy to keep warm or cold (drabble)

▹ what’s happening — shouto bangs his head really hard (drabble)

▸ broken hopes — makeup sex is bittersweet (drabble)

▸ dirty talk — you help shouto improve his dirty talk (drabble)

▸ spring showers — bodies slick with rain, lips dancing with passion (oneshot)

▹ sickness and affliction — shouto burns you (scenario)         part two  alt ending  actual fluff ending

▹ believe in me — all you want is for shouto to believe in you the same way he believes in momo (scenario)

▸ body swap — you trade bodies with shouto, hormones ensue (drabble)

▸ shut up — shouto fucks you on the common room couch (drabble)

▹ tsundere — you’re a bit of a tsundere (hc)

▹ done — theres always bitterness in cheating (drabble)

▹ my heart — shouto is a fighter and youre the girl who cant watch him dance with death anymore (drabble)

▸ like ice — you’re as cold as ice and shouto has to warm you up ;) (scenario)

▹ cupcakes — you make cupcakes with shouto (hc)

▹ gone — youre gone and shouto is not okay (drabble)

▹ drinking — you get drunk with shouto (hc)

▹ phoenix — you have a quirk that gives you the hero name phoenix (hc)

▸ awaken — kinktober day 4 (scenario)

▹ faint — you wont let shouto die, not now (drabble)

▹ trust me — kissing a pretty girl is always a good distraction (drabble)

▸ orders — shouto orders you to touch yourself (drabble)

▹ ships — you make a cardboard ship with shouto (drabble)

▹ because of you — shouto gives a lovely speech about you (scenario)

▸ attraction — kinktober day 27 (scenario)

▸ sugar daddy — shouto as your sugar daddy (hc)

▹ of love and flowers — you’re in love with shouto, but is it a tragedy? (scenario)

▸ usagi and hito — kinktober day 31 (scenario)

▸ foursome — todobakukiri foursome (hc)

▸ sub — how he is as a sub (hc)

▸ ahegao face — how he reacts to your ahegao face (hc)

▸ orgies — more todobakukiri now with shinsou action (hc)

▹ happiness: the series — soulmates have the name of their other half inked on their wrists on the youngest eighteenth birthday, but why is yours rejecting you?            happiness part one  bravado part two  amelioration part three

▸▹ alphabet hc’s — nsfw and sfw alphabet (hc)

▹ marshmallow kisses — roasting marshmallows with shouto (scenario)

▹ fools — shouto is in love with you, but no one wants to confess (scenario)

▸ bathtub memories — you masturbate to an old memory (scenario)

▸ under the mistletoe — the mistletoe tradition is known by all, and if used correctly it can end in a sweet moment. too bad shouto believes that people fuck under the mistletoe and not kiss under it.

▹ distractions — you can never focus when you study with him (drabble)

▹ tortillas — you use shouto to make tortillas (drabble)

▹ writers block — you have writers block and shouto comforts you (scenario)

▹ replacement — momo dies and you and shouto try healing together (scenario)             renewed part two

▹ love letters — shouto writes a letter for every day the two of you are together (scenario)

▹ fifteen kisses — fourteen different kisses you give shouto; the one different kiss he gives you (scenario)

▹ exchange — shouto would do anything for you, even dying for you (drabble)

▸ desperate — shouto takes teasing to the extreme (drabble)

▹ too late — shoutos realization is too late (drabble)

▸ please leave — you wake up to see pro heroes shouto and ground zero naked in your bedroom (drabble)

▸ house sitting & concupcience — in which Endeavor asks Shouto for a favor, and Shouto decides to take his payment by fucking you on his bed. 

▸ winner takes it all — shouto wins a contest where the grand prize is getting to have you sit on his face.

▹ memories — shouto loses his memories, and you can’t do anything but watch as your world falls apart.

▸ wall fucks — shouto fucks you against a wall in endeavors agency.

▸ seven minutes — shouto signs up to have anonymous sex; you’re the lucky bitch who gets him. 

▹ a brush of luck — in a world where soulmates exist you can communicate yours with a brush of a pen. It just doesn’t help that you are a certified idiot with a skill in misplacing things. 

▸ forehead fantasies — you can’t help but fantasize on your boyfriend’s forehead that always remains hidden.  

▹ pay attention to me — you want shouto’s attention, but he’s a bit too occupied with trivial things. 

▹ shallow or deep — “why would you want a guy with such a large and disgusting burn?” he whispered, his tone thoroughly rejected, broken. it was then that it hit you: did he think he wasn’t good enough for you?

▹ model-worthy — sleepy mornings in with shouto.

▸ deception — “don’t you see what he’s doing to you?! he’s hurt you way more than what’s acceptable in a sparring march! you’re bruised and hurting, and he sure as hell doesn’t seem to care that this is the state he’s left you in.” — or in which, hawks manipulates how you view your boyfriend, shouto.

▸ aphrodite — “aphrodite is just a stage name, but the persona is still you. you might be a total dork, but the person you think you present has always been apart of you.” — or, in which pro hero shouto falls in love with a dominatrix cam girl, only to find out that she’s quite a weirdo in real life.

▹ eternal love — a simple love story between a tattoo artist and a flower shop owner.

▸ taoreta — the world is in ruins, but there’s beauty in everything. shouto is reminded of that when he crosses paths with a survivor who kisses him at the first meeting. 

▹ strawberry milk and strawberry milk (rewritten) — how to get through the worst summer heat: have a sweet drink, eat sweet fruit, and have someone with the sweetest kiss around.

▹ before you go — before you go, tell me this meant something to you.

▸ hole in the wall — in a party for the ages, Shouto comes across a room with holes in the wall that has him coming back for more. 

togata mirio

▸ teasing — touching yourself means teasing mirio (drabble)

▹ dead — you died and now mirio can’t live (drabble)

▸ until the last one comes — kinktober day 7 (scenario)

▸ ahegao face — how he reacts to your ahegao face (hc)

▹ sunflower — mirio tries figuring out a nickname for you (oneshot)

▸ the big three — they want you (hc)

▹ asexual — he finds out you’re asexual (hc)

▸ itadakimasu — mirio always says one thing before eating, yes that includes you (drabble)

▸ doggy style — mirio fucks you good (hc)

▹ christmas morning — mirio gives you a wonderful christmas morning (scenario)

▸ unbreakable — mirios afraid to hurt you, but you want more (drabble)

▹ soulmates — soulmates don’t exist, but mirio thinks youre his (drabble)

toyomitsu taishiro (fatgum)

▸▹ alphabet hc’s — nsfw and sfw alphabet (hc)

▹ mornings after — taishiro always knows how to make mornings the best

uraraka ochako

▸▹ villain uraraka hc’s — nsfw and sfw alphabet (hc) 

usagiyama rumi

▹ that final phone call — miruko is one tough rabbit, but eventually even the toughest of people need a helping hand. (scenario)

utsushimi camie

▹ home for the holidays — camie meets your family (scenario)

yagi toshinori (all might)

▹ years — youre sir’s sister who was in love with all might for years (drabble)

yamada hizashi

▹ back off — even aizawa is prone to jealousy (scenario)

▹ ice skating — you go on an ice skating date with hizashi (scenario)

▹ swimsuit tops — losing your bikini top is never a good memory (scenario)

▹ sweater — you lost you sweater, you wonders who has it (drabble)

▹ laughter — hizashi has never heard you laugh before (drabble)

▹ under the mistletoe — holidays are for lovers, and you’re married (scenario)

▸ sexy times — just some headcanons (hc)

yaoyorozu momo

▸ never have I ever — kinktober day 11 (scenario)

yoarashi inasa

▹ passion, passion, and more passion — childhood friends to lovers (hc)

▸ too hot — you play a game where you’re only allowed to kiss (drabble)

▹ laughter — inasa’s laughter is loud and contagious and you love it (drabble)

▸ sensitive — inasa exploits your sensitive nipples (drabble)

▹ pounce! — inasa jumps on you (drabble)

▹ stay warm — please don’t pass out, please don’t... (drabble)

▸ fantasy — you make his wildest dream come true (drabble)

▸ bday fun — you let inasa have fun on his birthday (drabble)

▸ high sex — high sex with inasa includes (hc)

[bamsywrites]

Mistakes Like These

Summary: Kakyoin never paid much attention to the younger Kujo. Who knew stockings and short skirt were all it would take change that

Rating: 18+, nsfw

Words: 4877

Warnings: cannabis mention, alcohol use

Tags: afab, fem pronouns, modern!au , doesn’t follow the canon like at all, very au, brother!jotaro x sister!reader, kakyoin x reader, soft dom kak, lots of pet names, plus size reader

Notes: I haven’t written any fanfiction in over five years so this might be rusty. I’m sorry for any mistakes made or if its not how the characters would act. I’m still new to the Jojos fandom but had this idea pop in my head and decided to get it out. I want to turn this in to a multi part story and have several parts already planned out, I just want to have feedback to see if people actually like it.

“Have a happy Holidays. Make sure to check in with your financial advisor about the spring semester.”

A sigh escaped your lips as you read the most recent email in your student inbox. Patience may be a virtue, but it was sure one you didn’t possess. At least not right now anyway. Tsking your tongue against the roof of your mouth, you moved the mouse over to the refresh button and clicked. Your eyes followed the downloading icon in circles, fingers tapping anxiously over the desk.

“Have a happy Holidays. Make sure to check in with your financial advisor about the spring semester.”

You exhaled angrily through your nose and leaned back in your chair. Your eyes fixed on the ceiling for a few moments before you looked over to your bed where your cat, Miso, had woken up from his nap.

“I know I should be more patient. But this grade is what determines if I move on to the next course which I need if I want to graduate soon and get out of this apartment.” You spoke as if your cat had scolded you for your impatience.

Your apartment was nice. Super nice. Your friends often described it as “apartment goals.” You could have never afforded it on your own. Hell, you couldn’t afford it even when you graduated and got a job. Two large bedrooms with a spacious living room, modern kitchen, and a balcony that overlooked the cities skyline. There were only two major downsides: there was only one bathroom which had to be shared with your roommate and your roommate happened to be your older brother, Jotaro.

Now, you didn’t exactly hate your brother. He was like any older brother, he thought you were extremely annoying and wanted nothing to do with you most of the time, though there were times growing up where he’d come home with scrapes and bruises after dealing with someone who picked on you at school. As you were both older, you found each other more bearable than you did when you were younger. That didn’t mean, however, you wanted to live with him. Especially while you were in college, which was supposed to be your time to let loose and have fun while still receiving an education, of course. Your grandfather, however, had other plans.

Joseph Joestar was a real estate mogul and had some serious money to his name. He loved to dote on his two grandchildren and was upset that for the most part your parents chose to give you a “normal” life without the extravagance that he offered. Birthdays and christmas he would buy you each a present, until Jotaro turned 15 and started asking for money instead. He made your mother an offer that he knew she couldn’t deny: he would pay for the entirety of your schooling, from associates degree to PhD if thats what you wanted, in order for the two of you to focus on your studies he’d also give you a weekly allowance so that you wouldn’t have to work, and he’d buy you each your own apartment and pay to furnish it how you liked. Holly couldn’t turn down the offer, what kind of mother would deny her children an opportunity like that? However, she did ask that her father only buy a single apartment for her children to share. Her hopes were that it would strengthen your relationship and it also meant she could see both her darling children whenever she desired.

You didn’t want to seem ungrateful at all for what Jiji had done for you. You knew you were extremely privileged to have the opportunities that he provided you but, fuck, sometimes you wished you had your own place. You wanted the independence, to know you earned something but also because sharing a bathroom with Jojo was infuriating. He always moved your stuff, never cleaned the shower, and he never had patience for you to get ready in the mornings. A wishful sigh left your lips as you thought of your future, with just you, Miso, and the ability to use the bathroom whenever you wanted.

Your eyes moved back to the computer screen, clicking refresh, and rolling your eyes when you read the same email from the dean again. Like you expected anything different, you just turned the term paper in yesterday. You brought your cup of tea up to your lips but furrowed your eyebrows when you realized there was none left.

Pushing yourself up out of your chair you formulated a plan for the rest of your evening. You would refill your cup of tea, hop back on your computer to play Overwatch with your friends until the early hours of the morning, and then cuddle up with Miso and look at TikToks until you fell asleep. It was foolproof. No way that you would even think about your term paper grade.

And if you did, you could always refresh your email in between matches.

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Your finger tapped your lip as you looked over all the snack foods in the pantry. While waiting for your tea, you realized that the only thing that could make your plan better was a good snack. You had just gone shopping so it meant that all the poky, ramen, and chips you desired were on the shelves and it made the decision extra hard.

In the middle of your contemplation, you heard the front door turn and the sound of your brother and his friends entering the apartment.

“You know it's true, Jotaro. Your apartments bigger. Its nicer. It has that view that drives the ladies wild. Our apartment is cramped and it smells like weed.” Polnareff’s voice was the first you heard as the trio entered the house.

“Don’t forget the upstairs neighbors who are always playing loud polish music.” Kakyoin added, plopping down to sit on one of the chairs in the living room.

You heard your brother sigh and could feel his annoyance. You never understood how the trio became friends, it was a mystery to everyone including them but they had been together since their days in primary school and the bond they shared was one that intrigued you.

“Yes, yes. The polish,” Polnareff nodded. “Known around the world for their ability to ruin the mood with a hurdy-gurdy.”

There was silence, and you could tell your brother was not budging a bit. A party was not Jotaros thing. Kakyoin wasn’t a partier either, from what you gathered he’d much rather stay at home playing video games and smoking weed. Sucking your bottom lip in your mouth, you made your decision, grabbing a bag of chips and a box of strawberry pocky. You did your best to hold those in one hand and your cup of tea in the other.

“Feel that Christmas spirit, Jo. Help Pol in his never ending crusade to get laid. The poorman is gonna end this year with, what, a batting average of zero. He’ll be a disgrace to French men everywhere.” The teasing tone Kakyoins voice almost made you laugh.

“Hey! Batting average of 3. You know this,” Polnareff shot back, causing his roommate to throw his hands up in mock surrender.

“Jotaro,” The french man turned his attention back to your brother, who simply turned on the TV in what seemed to be an attempt to drown out the sound of his friend's voice, “C’mon. I’ll buy your cigarettes for a month…..Two months?” His voice was getting more desperate, his head turned toward you. A smile stretched across his features as he jumped off the couch and threw his arms around your shoulder.

God, you just wanted to go to your room.

“New deal,” Polernaff declared, squeezing you to the side of his body as you tried not to splash your tea all over the floor. Kakyoin looked away from the TV, eyebrow raised, Jotaros attention never faltered from the knock-off Viagra commercial. “If you agree to a Christmas Eve party I will buy you cigarettes for three months, I will never ask anything of you ever again, and I will stop flirting with your sister.”

Kakyoin snorted, shaking his head and turning his attention to Jotaro. Since you had moved in with Jotaro, the frenchman hadn’t stopped making comments about how beautiful he thought you were or just giving you flirty winks whenever you walked through the room. You found it annoying at first, but you quickly got over it when you realized he did the same thing with every girl, and boy, that he saw.

“Good grief,” Jotaro sighed. “Its a deal.”

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“I can’t believe you agreed to this.” Kakyoin mumbled as he and Jotaro watched their friend place the final touches on the decorations and food for the party. Y/N had already put up Christmas decorations earlier that month, there was some snowmen set out on the dining table and a cute tree with some presents neatly wrapped under it. However, Polnareff had decided that wasn’t enough. He had hung up snowflakes to come down from the ceiling, there was garland hung on every wall, and so much fucking mistletoe.

Polnareff had even requested that his friends dress festive. Jotaro, of course, didn’t listen and wore what he always wore. Kakyoin decided to humor his friend and wore a Santa hat along with a dark green v-neck and dark wash jeans.

“You don’t need the money, right? Grandpa Joestar’s allowance has to be enough for cigarettes.” He continued, watching his roommate place a bowl of peppermints by the door.

“I just wanted to get him to shut up,” Jotaro said with a roll of his eyes.

“You think he’ll actually follow through on leaving Y/N alone?”

Jotaro shook his head, “Out of all the people in this city, you’d think he’d leave the only one of limits alone.”

Kakyoin simply nodded, taking a sip of his drink.

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You smoothed your hands over your outfit, turning to the side to get it from a different angle. You couldn’t decide if you liked it or not. The sweater was cute, it was red with a deep green christmas tree that had colorful little puff balls as the ornaments. Your make-up and hair looked nice, too.  That wasn’t what concerned you. It was the white pleated skirt and tight red stockings that caused you pause. You grabbed at your love handles that spilled over the top of the skirt a bit and your eyes traveled to how your thighs looked in the stockings.

Polnareff had told you you could invite some friends over. Which, of course you could, this was your apartment and you didn’t need his permission. You had told him as such and invited over your three closest friends.

You turned around to your bed and looked at Miso, who was comfortably curled up. “How do I look?” You waited a moment before turning back to the mirror and smacking your lips together. You were tempted to take off the skirt and tights and throw a pair of jeans on but something changed your mind last minute. Instead of heading to your closet to change, you instead grabbed the reindeer antler hand band and slipped it on top of your hair before heading out of the safety of your bedroom.

You were so distracted with the new decorations that you didn’t notice the pair of eyes that were glued to your form.

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Simply Having a Wonderful Christmastime was playing for what seemed like the fifth time. Kakyoin had never hated Paul McCartney more than he did now. He was just now starting to feel the buzz of all the drinks he had had but it didn’t make the party any more bearable.

“She,” Kakyoin pointed to a blonde girl in a Santa dress, “is gonna hook up with him,” He pointed to a dark haired main that had for some reason felt the need to take his shirt off.

Jotaro simply grunted before eyeing more of the members of the party. This was a game they’d been playing for the past hour and a half, making bets on who was gonna hook up with who and who was gonna get the most shit faced.

“He’s gonna end up passed out in my bathtub,” The dark haired man stated, pointing to the only person dancing to the playlist Polnareff had created.

Kakyoin broke a smile as he watched the clearly wasted man's horrible dance moves. His attention was brought away from the scene by the sound of Y/N’s laugh. For what had to be the millionth time that night, the red haired man eyed her up and down. That outfit looked so fucking good on her but the smile streched out across her lips looked even better.

I wonder what the lipstick would look like smeared on my cock.

The thought slipped into his head and he couldn’t stop from staring at the red painted on your lips.

Does she feel as soft as she looks?

He took a sip from his cup. He knew he shouldn’t be thinking about his hands running over her thighs or his fingers digging into her hips. It was strange that he was having these thoughts. He’d never viewed Y/N as more than just Jotaro’s younger sister. He never thought she was ugly, in fact there were multiple times that he thought she was down right gorgeous but it had never turned sexual. Something about that outfit had sent him over that edge.

The sound of Last Christmas brought him out of his trance. Kakyoin almost immediately rolled his eyes. He almost missed the hurdy-gurdy.

“Good grief,” Jotaro mumbled and grabbed the pack of cigarettes off the coffee table. “I’m heading out for a smoke.”

Kakyoin watched as his best friend got up but instead of heading for the balcony, Jotaro went out the front door. The red haired man was tempted to follow but as soon as that thought popped into his mind he heard the drunk voice of his other best friend call to him.

“Kak, you gotta show these guys the cherry thing!”

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It was well past 3. The party had ended and most of the attendants took an Uber home. The only people in the apartment were you, Polnareff, and Kakyoin. Jotaro had still not returned from that smoke he said he was going to take hours ago. The buzz had long worn off and the reality sank in that you had to clean the disaster of an apartment that was left in the christmas party’s wake.

There were red solo cups strewn about various surfaces and all over the floor, glitter seemed to have gotten everywhere, there were plates of food left half eaten, and there was a candy cane just stuck to the wall. Looking at the destruction, you almost wondered if the fun you had had was worth it. With your parents coming over tomorrow...or, well, today…..for Christmas, you had really no other option than to clean it, with that thought in your head you grabbed a garbage bag and started cleaning.

After a few minutes, you heard the familiar rustle of plastic as someone was opening a trash bag and you turned to see Kakyoin helping you with your task.

“Thanks,” You told him as you threw a plate of half eaten cake into the bag.

“No problem. Pol is passed out in the hallway and I gotta make sure Jo makes it home safe, so I’m kinda stuck here.”

You simply nodded in response and kept about your task in silence. A silence which seemingly bothered Kakyoin because a few minutes later he cleared his throat and broke the silence.

“So I, uh, noticed your man wasn’t here tonight.” He almost smacked himself for asking the question. You thought he was just making small talk, the thought of him having more devious reasons behind asking if you were single hadn’t crossed your mind.

“My….My man?” You quirked an eyebrow, looking back over your shoulder at him.

“Yeah, your man. I saw you with some guy a while back,” Kakyoin had put down the now full trash bag and was leaning against the counter top with his arms crossed as he spoke.

“Oh,” You suddenly realized who exactly he was talking about, “Yeah, um, we broke up six months ago,” You said with a laugh.

“Oh...Six months?” He titled his head to the side, “Are you sure? Hmm… Well, sorry I didn’t notice...I uh guess I should be more observant.

You shook your head, placing down your own bag and heading past him to the pantry to grab another. “Its alright, I’m not offended. I’m sure you find me as annoying as I find Jotaros friends.”

Kakyoin raised his eyebrows at your statement, “You find me annoying? I mean, Pol, I get. Yeah. He’s one of my closest friends and even I can’t handle him sometimes. But me? I never talk to you.”

You had busied yourself with cleaning the rest of the cups off the counter, “ I don’t know. You’re just…” You looked up and noticed his eyes quickly flick down to your lips before making eye contact with you again. “I mean, you did one time give me oregano and told me it was weed.”

“First,” Kakyoin started, his body shifted so it was turned toward you, “Thats not annoying. I would call that immature, maybe. But annoying? Nah. Second,” he threw up two fingers to emphasize his point, “ In my defense, you were 15 and I was worried about you finding our stash under Jo’s bed and I thought it would lessen that chance if I gave you your own stash.”

You laughed, setting the bag down and turning to look at him. You couldn’t help but notice how good he looked in that dark green shirt but you quickly willed that thought away.  “Kakyoin, that doesn’t make any sense.”

“Hey, at the time it did.”

You tilted your head to the side, you had plenty of stories that you could use as proof that he was annoying, “ What about that time you and Jojo left me stranded at school because the new playstation came out?”

“Thats not fair,” He noticed the playful hint your voice was taking and it caused a small smile to tug at his lips.

“How about the time that you threw up in my make up bag?”

“Hey, that was all Frenchie. Not me.”

“Or…..” You were silenced by Kakyoin pressing a finger to your lips. You hadn’t noticed that the two of you had just kept moving closer and closer as you were talking. You could get a better look at him now, his eyes looked tired but there was a mischievous glint to them, proof to you that he found this just as amusing as you did.

“What about you, huh? You saying that you’ve never been annoying?” He cocked an eyebrow, giving you a knowing look that let you know he had as many stories about you that you had about him.

“Look, I never once implied that I wasn’t annoying. I’ll own up to it,” You shrugged, “I was a total brat.”

Kakyoin snorted, “Don’t act like you’re not still a brat.”

“How?!” You looked almost taken aback, “How am I still a brat? You hardly see me!”

Kakyoin loved banter and teasing with his friends, it was kind of his thing. It was how he showed affection. If he didn’t gently bully you how was he supposed to show that he cared? But this, this teasing between the two of you was different. It made the room seem hotter and his pants feel tighter. That coupled with how fucking cute you looked in that damn outfit, even if your make up had worn off a bit and the lipstick was smugged. He couldn't deny it was doing things to him.

“I see you now,” His voice was deep, his tongue sticking out to wet his bottom lip as his eyes trailed you up and down.

Your cheeks immediately turned a blushy pink and your skin was hot under his gaze. Your lips parted but no words came out. This was Jotaros best friend, there was no way he was flirting with you.

Kakyoin took a few steps forward so he was as close to you as he could be without touching you. “I see you now,” He repeated in the same low voice, this time keeping eye contact with you, “And I see a brat.”

He pushes a few strands of hair out of your face and behind your ear, a gasp hitching in your throat as his heated skin touched your check briefly, “Unless you’re gonna show me otherwise.”

“I…” You swallowed the lump in your throat, suddenly weak at his gaze. “H-how?”

You look into his eyes and you can see it. You can see how much he wants you and how intense that want is. No one has ever looked at you that way before and it made your stomach erupt in butterflies. Quickly, you turn your head away not being able to handle the intensity of his stare. You feel his fingers on your chin guiding you to look back up at him, holding you there so he can take in all the features of your face. Its like he’s looking at you for the first time. His fingers move gently from your chin down to your neck, your breathing hitched in your throat when you felt the soft pad of his thumb move across your lips.

“If you want me to stop, tell me sweetheart,” He’s eyes had gotten a few shades darker and his voice seemed more strained than usual. Kakyoins free hand traveled under the sweater your were wearing, fingers lightly dancing along your side as his other hand stayed on you face, gently tracing the outline of your lips with his thumb. “Tell me right now and I’ll go back to pitching solo cups and scrubbing counters.”

In the pit of your stomach you knew you shouldn’t. You knew that if Jojo ever found out he’d flip, he’d always done his best to keep you and his friends separate. You always thought it was because you annoyed him and he didn’t want to have to be around you more than you already were, Kakyoin knew that it was because no matter how the man acted, he deeply cared for you and would do anything to protect you. These thoughts of Jotaro’s reaction filtered through your mind but your brother wasn’t here right now.

You acted on impulse, your tongue peaking out of your mouth to coax Kakyoins thumb between your lips. He watched with heavy lidded eyes as you gently sucked on the digit, swiping your tongue along the length of it. His breathing picked up for a moment before mumbling a quiet, “Fuck.”

Almost instantly you were hoisted on the counter with his lips against yours and wasting no time to swipe his tongue into your mouth. His hands quickly traveled up your thighs, pushing your skirt to pool at your hips and quickly ripping the stockings down the middle. Your legs hooked around his waist, pulling him as close to you as possible as your fingers worked at undoing his belt.

He pulls away from your lips for a moment to help you pull down his boxers and jeans. You licked your lips as you admired his cock, already hard and glistening with precum. You felt his fingers on your face again directing you to look at him.

“My cock needs to be inside you, sweetheart. Can I do that?” He was breathing heavy, he had never wanted someone so much in his life. All he wanted right now was to feel your pussy around his cock. Consequences be damned. “Can I fuck you, princess?”

You whine when you hear him speak, his voice is like nothing you ever heard before. Lust and want seemed to be dripping off every word. The whole situation leaves you speechless. At the nod of your head, Kakyoin pulls your panties to the side and slides inside you. His moan and your whimper are the only noises in the quiet apartment, his eyes watching your face intently for any sign of discomfort or desire to stop.

“Fuck me,” You breath out when your vocie finally comes to you. “Please, Kakyoin. Fuck me.”

He groans and happily obliges, rocking his cock in and out of you. Your small gasps and whimpers only egg him on more as he increases the speed of this thrust, your hands bracing yourself against the countertop. His eyes break from your face to watch his own cock slide in and out, the sight of his cock slick with your wetness makes him moan.

“Thats a perfect fucking pussy, sweetheart.” He breaths out so soft you almost can’t hear him over the slick sound of his skin on yours. His eyes find yours again, hand moving back to rest on your jawline and hold you in his gaze. He leans close and sucks your lip into his mouth, his teeth nipping at the soft flesh before soothing it with his tongue.

“You’re such a good girl,” Kakyoin tells you before pressing his lips against yours again. He picks up the pace because, goddammit, he wants to feel you cum on his cock. He pulls aways, resting his forehead against yours. Your moans are soft and the whimpers that follow cause him to smirk.

“Oh, fuck. That feels so good,” You whisper, looking into his eyes. He can see you getting closer and closer and its making it hard for him to keep composed.

“You take a cock so well, princess,” His lips brush against yours, he tilts your head to the side so that he can kiss down your neck, and then back up again. His lips find the lobe of your ear and gently suck on it. Your moans are getting more and more erratic, every now and then you’ll gasp out his name.

“You gonna be a good girl and cum on my cock,” Kakyoin whispers into your ear, his lips brushing against the shell of it. “Shit, sweetheart, I wanna feel that pretty fucking pusy come on my cock.”

It’s the sound of his voice whispering those dirty things in your ear that sends you over the edge.

“Thats it, princess. Fuck, sweetheart…I’m...shit. Can I….?” The red heads voice is ragged and incoherent but you knew what he was asking.

“Fuck, yes, please,” Its all you can do to get the words out. “Please, I wanna feel you come in me.”

You both come hard, his fingers digging roughly into the skin of your thighs and loud moans filling the space of the kitchen. The warmth of him spilling inside of you is enough to make you want a round two. After a few moments the two of you are left breathing heavy, his forehead resting on your shoulder as he tries to catch his breath.

You stay like that for a moment, trying to regain your composure and come to terms with everything that had just happened. This was a development in events that neither of you ever saw coming. Its you that make the move to separate, pushing against his chest and moving off the counter. You avoid eye contact with him, flating your skirt back down and picking up your, now ruined, stockings off the tiled floor. You could feel his cum drip out of you down to your thighs.

“That was….” Kakyoin broke the silence, buckling his belt and running a hand through his hair. You noticed he too was looking at anything but you.

“Yeah,” You nodded your head in response.

“You know we can’t uh…-”

“Yup.”

“Like, ever.”

“Trust me, I’m aware.”

“H-Happy...Happy Christmas.”

You just nod and quickly retreat to your room, throwing yourself on your bed and groaning into your pillows. After a moment, you crawled under the blankets and pulled your cat into your chest.

“Miso. I think I’m a slut….”

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Kakyoin watched as you retreated away down the hallway, his mind still wrapping around what had happened. The fact that he was the one that instigated it. He was the one that made all the moves and god, he shouldn’t have. But he had wanted to. He had wanted to get you in that position all night.

It was at that moment that Jotaro entered the apartment again, smelling of cigarettes and….perfume? Kakyoin was gonna have to ask him about that one later. “

“The prodigal son has returned,” The redhead teased his friend, doing his best to hide the guilt he had for what he had just done.

“Shut up,” Jotaro mumbled. He eyed his friend curiously, he was very observant and it was very naive of Kakyoin to think that he wouldn’t notice the change in his friend. “What’s wrong with you?”

I just busted a big one in your sister. And would probably do it again if the chance presented itself. No biggie.

“I’m, uh, I’m just tired.”

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Thank you so much for reading this! I appreciate it very much. Let me know what you think of it and if I should continue the story. Merry Christmas!