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strawberriesoup · 2 days ago

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don’t come crying₊˚⊹♡

♡ genre: minho x reader, oneshot, friends to lovers, angst, fluff

♡ warnings: swearing, kissing, heartbreak

♡ wc: 2.7k

♡ a/n: HAPPY VALENTINES DAYY here’s a quick, bite-sized minho oneshot that i somehow wrote yesterday and today. it’s not proofread in any way so good luck reading (JK I HOPE YOU ENJOYY)

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Objectively speaking, Minho is an asshole.

Said asshole is currently sprawled over your couch, eating your cookies, and he has the nerve to berate you about who you chose to go out with on Valentine's Day? He’s insufferable.

Your eye twitches as Minho scornfully regards the picture of your date— which you had only sent him after he had nagged you nonstop for ten minutes— pointing out that his hair color didn’t quite suit him, and also that he should probably shave more often.

Having had quite enough, you snatch the phone from his grasp, earning yourself a loud “Hey!” of protest. Shutting the screen off, you toss it on the ground and cross your arms, glaring at his form on the couch next to you. If you were a jerk like Minho, you definitely would have smacked him by now. But, since you’re not, you press your mouth into a straight line and blink widely at him.

“You done?” You ask thinly.

Minho stretches before responding, whole body quivering with the effort.

“No, but I suppose I should shut up now if I want any more of those cookies,” He examines a nail with apparent disintrest.

“Good choice,” It takes everything in you to not wipe that goddamn expression off his face. He just looks so… ugh. You can’t even look at him right now. The sight of his face incites a type of rage in you that should probably be studied. “Why do you care so much anyways, huh? It’s not like your date is any better,” then you gasp, tapping the side of your head in mock remembrance, “Oh, wait, that’s right! You don’t have a date, do you?”

The roll of his eyes and curl of his lip give you your answer before he can even speak.

“That’s what I thought. Now you can shut up and eat the fucking cookie,” You snap, pushing yourself up from the couch. Minho’s voice trails after you as you storm off to your room.

“Just don’t come crying to me when he stands you up tomorrow!”

Your door slams shut before you have to hear another word from his mouth.

This is dumb. He’s a perfectly fine guy! Minho’s just being overdramatic for absolutely no reason whatsoever. Have you been wrong about guys before? Yes. Has Minho been right the majority of the time? Also yes. But that doesn’t mean he’s right this time.

You sigh dreamily just thinking about it. Just last week, he had asked you to be his valentine with a huge bouquet of crimson roses and box of chocolates. Call it childish, but you have been absolutely giddy ever since. The world seems three shades brighter, and you walk with an extra skip in your step. That is, until a certain someone had to go and open his big, opinionated, mouth.

His words circle in your mind, but you shake your head quickly to clear it. Minho’s probably just in a foul mood because you have a date and he doesn’t. Why he’s taking it out on you though is beyond you, but you try not to take it to heart too much.

You have a good feeling about this one. You just know it will go well tomorrow, and you can’t wait to rub your success in Minho’s smug face.

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You have a bad feeling about this.

Your date-to-be is sitting across from you, leaning back and listening to you talk. You two had decided to touch base at a cafe before tomorrow, just to go over plans. As you are reviewing the meetup time, you swear you can sense a hint of annoyance in the curve of his lip. His knee taps up and down, as if impatient. No, that can’t be right. Minho’s words had just gotten to you, that’s all. Nevertheless, your stomach sinks a bit as your date finishes off his coffee and stands up.

“Yup, sounds good.” He tosses his empty cup in the trash, “I gotta go, but i’ll see you tomorrow,”

Without so much as a wave goodbye, you watch him head out. The door announces his departure with a pleaseant ring.

There you sit, half-finished latte in hand. He didn’t even offer to pay.

You hate to admit it, but Minho might be right. You don’t understand. What did you do wrong? Did you come off as too eager? Minho does always tell you that you’re too clingy, you guess. But it just doesn’t make sense, you had seen your date just the other day and he was all smiles, holding your hand as you walked and wrapping his jacket around your shoulders when you shivered. You must have done something wrong for him to be acting like this, there’s no other explanation. Unless he’s just had a particularly bad day.

You nod as you push out your chair and stand. That might just be it. Still, Minho’s words of warning run rampant in your mind, despite your efforts to push them to the back of your mind.

Everything will be fine, Minho’s just a hater.

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Just because he’s not here yet doesn’t mean he’s not showing up.

This morning you had put on the cute little dress you had planned with a hum on your lips, a good nights sleep having managed to put some pep back into your step. When you had finished touching up your hair, you were not at all surprised to find Minho spread across your couch, watching a show and eating a bowl of cereal like he owned the place. You’re quite used to it at this point, he doesn’t know how to stay at his own house for the life of him. No words were exchanged, Minho merely glancing in your direction in greeting before returning his attention to the show.

Good. You like him better when that big mouth of his is shut.

You tap a heel nervously, the inside of your cheeks sore and raw from how much you had been chewing on them. How long has it been now? Half an hour? It might even be more, it feels like you have been standing beside this bus stop for ages. Countlesss couples had passed by, fingers intertwined as they tuck their partners hair behind their ear, or stifling giggles as whispered jokes are exchanged.

He’s not coming, is he?

Of course he’s not, you were a fool for thinking he would. Your unanswered text stares up at you, the read receipt sitting gut-droppingly below it. Hot tears prick at your eyes as you hunch your shoulders into yourself. What do you even do now? Just… go home?

Your feet move on their own, carrying you in the direction you came. When you started running, you’re not sure, but the chilly breeze stings your flushed face as you push your way through the busy sidewalk.

You pull out your phone as you run, tapping on Minho’s contact. Your blurred vision makes it nearly impossible to type a sentence. A simple, ‘you were right’ is all it reads.

Sent.

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Minho had graciously not blessed you with his presence when you stumble through your front door, cheeks stained with tears and nose running. You don’t even know if he read the message, but you’re sure once he does, he’s going to be a smug little shit about it, as per usual.

It’s all you can do to not hurl yourself onto your bed and just sleep for the next three days. Maybe you’ll wake up and this will all be some bad dream.

Your disheveled appearance in the mirror stares back at you dully, assuring you that this is not a dream, and you did indeed just get stood up on Valentine's Day.

The cold of the mirror chills your hand as you lean forward on it, breaking eye contact with yourself. Your mind still can’t comprehend it. Why? Why are you always second best? Every single time you open your stitched up heart up to someone, they rip out the seams and leave you with the pieces. Frustrated tears sear behind your eyes, but you purse your lips and shove them back down. There’s no point in crying.

A single knock. Your front door opens before you can take a breath to answer it. Only one person would be so bold as to enter your place without so much as waiting for a response. The one and only, Lee fucking Minho.

You can hear him shuffling around the front door, most likely kicking off his shoes. There is absolutely no way you are going out to greet him, he’s only here to rub it in your face that he was right the whole time. And while yes, that is in fact true, it’s really the last thing you need to be hearing right now. Your fist unintentionally curls in on itself as you hear his footsteps approaching your door.

You cross from your mirror to your bed, flopping down and burying your face in the pillow. Maybe it will block out his voice when he comes in and starts yapping.

A long moment passes. You don’t hear his movements anymore. Then, softly, three knocks sound against the wood of your door.

You decidedly do not answer. He really can’t take a hint, huh?

Instead of opening the door immediately like usual, Minho waits a moment before knocking again. The knocks are just as soft and careful as before. The switch in mannerisms has your eyebrows furrowed. What’s the matter with him?

“What do you want, Minho.” Your voice is muffled, face still stuffed in the pillow.

This time, your door opens. The soft padding of his footsteps cross your room, but you don’t raise your head. You’re not sure what keeps you hidden. Embarrassment? Anger? Both? Nevertheless, you won’t be showing your face anytime soon.

The edge of your bed dips as he sits on the edge of it, not a word uttered. Yet. You tense as he takes a breath in, preparing your heart and mind for whatever he’s going to spew at you.

And yet, no such thing happens. A hand lightly sets itself on your shoulder, making you jump slightly in surprise. As he draws his hand soothingly across your back, your shoulders drop and you let out a shaky sigh.

When you finally gather the courage to look up at him, you find his gaze fixed on his lap. There, he holds a small handful of assorted wildflowers. You look from Minho, to the flowers, then back to him. Since when were his lashes this… pretty?

“It hurts, you know.”

His voice, nearly a whisper, cuts through the silence. He keeps his eyes locked on the flowers as he fiddles with one of the petals.

“Seeing you give some loser a chance,” he continues, “And you get hurt. Every. Time.” He searches your face, that little wrinkle between his eyebrows visible. “When are you going to decide you’ve had enough?”

You’re trapped in those big brown eyes of his, filled with a mixture of concern and genuine confusion. Despite his efforts to be the biggest nuisance in your life, he cares about you, even if he rarely shows it.

At your lack of response, Minho sighs and drops his hand from your shoulder, bringing it to his little bouquet of flowers. His little bouquet that suspiciously resembles the flowers planted outside of your building, along the sidewalk.

You flip over, facing the ceiling. It’s easier than facing him.

“I don’t know. I really don’t. I just… I just want to be loved, y’know? Every single time, I think: ‘this one’s different’,” You let out a rueful laugh, “guess you were right, huh, genius?” You prod him in the side with one finger.

Not even a witty retort falls from Minho’s lips. In favor of an answer, he offers to you the bunch of flowers.

You turn your head, watching as a pink petal flutters from the bouquet and lands gracefully on your sheets. Your eyes never leave his face as you reach out slowly and accept his gift.

A beat of silence falls as you bring the petals to your nose. The quiet is unusual. With Minho, the bickering is practically non-stop, a quick response always on the tip of both of your tongues. But now, only the quiet whistle of his breath fills the room.

“Is this..?” You tilt your head at him as you draw yourself into a seated position.

He blinks a couple times. You wonder if he’s ever asked anyone to be his valentine before.

“It’s- yeah.” He states simply, rolling his bottom lip between his teeth.

Minho’s demeanor is somewhat relaxed, but the way he keeps twisting his ring to the tip of his finger and back gives tell to his nervousness. His lips are pursed a bit at the corners, his little dimples making an appearance.

This is a side of him you rarely see. In fact, he’s never acted this way before. His blunt quips replaced with a type of openness that seems foreign even to himself.

You know what. Fuck it.

Grabbing his chin, you draw close to him. His eyes widen and he freezes in place. You take in his features with a squint. The angle of his brow, the fullness of his lips, that little beauty mark at the end of his nose. Instead of making your stomach twist in annoyance, his face ignites a little flame in your chest. You’ve always known Minho as an attractive man, you’d have to be blind to think otherwise, but you’ve never seen him quite in this light.

This whole time, he’s been trying to protect you. In his own, strange, Minho way.

His throat bobs as he swallows, lips parting. The sight of his bunny teeth peeking from beneath his lip is the final straw. You close the distance, capturing his lips in a swift kiss.

The moment is brief, and you pull away just as quickly as you had leaned in, his chin still grasped between your fingers.

He blinks rapidly for a couple of seconds, a habit of his you’ve picked up.

You break into a smile at his reaction, giddy at finally having the upper hand.

“You know, you could at least— oof!” Halfway through your sentence, you are interrupted by Minho’s grip on your arm as he yanks you towards him.

He catches you as you fall backwards over his lap, his arm supporting your back. You’re at a loss for words, your mouth opening and closing dumbly a couple of times. Minho lets out a huff of laughter and rolls his eyes.

“You’re actually an idiot, hope you realize that,” he observes.

“Just kiss me, you asshole,”

Grabbing the collar of his shirt, you drag him down to you. You can feel him smile against your lips as he tightens his grip around you, one hand drifting through your hair while the other holds you steady.

This. It feels right. More right than any of those other guys had made you feel, despite their fancy gifts and extravagant shows of so-called ‘love’. Maybe the reason none of them had worked out was because deep down, you truly only want one person. And that person is here, holding you between his own two arms, quenching the thirst for him that you didn’t even realize you had until you tried a sip. His lips move in harmony with yours. He’s firm, but not desperate. Gentle, but confident. Your body melts under his every touch, until you can't imagine being anywhere else but here.

He pulls away first, cheeks flushed a pretty shade of pink that matches the flowers sitting forgotten on the mattress. He quirks an eyebrow wryly at you.

“So much for not coming crying,”

Your eyes widen in disbelief, “Excuse me? I did not!”

“Did too.”

“Did not!”

“Did too.”

“You’re such an ass, Lee Minho.”

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daryltwdixon · 9 hours ago

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Hi!!! Would you write something for Joel where he's been insecure about his lil tummy (dad bod™ 4thewin) and reader reassures him about that? Thankssss

Joel Miler x Reader Sun Kissed

fluffy, domestic hardworking manual labor Jackson!Joel a/n: anon, I loved this shit so much. im no better than a man when it comes to objectifying joel miller. ended up going fluffy instead of smut like I originally thought. I know it's not exactly what you were looking for, but hope you enjoy nonetheless!

Summer came with a vengeance on Jackson, that was for certain.

Even the animals were sluggish, tired, wearier than ever. More water was flowing down from the mountains, and thanks to the dam, survival wasn’t a concern, but that didn’t mean the heat wasn’t out to kill. The days of dehydration and exposure on the open road were long behind you, yet summer still found ways to make its presence known. The humidity didn’t cling late into the evenings or mornings, but the afternoons—God, they blazed hot and unrelenting, radiating off the mountains like a furnace.

Today was no exception.

You knew Joel was out working the fence line in this heat, so you’d sent him off with plenty of water—two full canteens, a firm promise you’d be by at lunch to refill them. He’d grumbled about being fine, but you knew better. Stubborn as he was, he wouldn’t pace himself.

When noon rolled around, you made your way through town, shielding your eyes against the glare, waving to the few folks you passed. Small talk was predictable, everyone muttering complaints about the heat, wiping sweat from their brows.

Then, finally, you reached the south end of town—and stopped dead in your tracks.

Because, well… damn.

Both of the Miller brothers were hauling lumber, stripped down to nothing but work-worn jeans and boots, shirts tossed haphazardly over a nearby fencepost. Their backs glistened in the sunlight, broad shoulders flexing, arms corded with effort as they hefted heavy beams. Sweat traced slow paths down the ridges of their muscles, catching in the dips of their spines, gleaming in the golden light.

Joel was all raw strength and weathered endurance, years of survival carved into the thick frame of a man who had endured more than his share. He wasn’t lean like Tommy, but solid—broad through the chest, thick at the waist, his build shaped by necessity and years gone by. His chest was broad, dusted with dark hair that tapered down over the soft curve of his stomach, thick at his waist, full and firm in a way that made your mouth go dry. His arms—God, his arms—were powerful, veined and tanned, shifting with every movement, slick with sweat and streaked with dirt.

You couldn't quite blame the sun for the heat coursing through you.

"Hello, gentlemen," you called, voice lilting just enough to be playful.

Both Tommy and Joel turned at the sound of your voice, and despite the heat, a warm flicker of something else sparked in Joel’s gaze when he saw you. You stepped forward as they pulled off their gloves, handing Tommy a fresh canteen before turning to Joel, who wiped the sweat from his brow before reaching for his.

Joel’s fingers brushed yours when he took the canteen, his palm warm and calloused, damp with sweat. He grunted a soft thanks while he kissed your cheek, and then twisting the cap off, tilted his head back to drink.

And oh, what a sight that was.

His throat bobbed as he swallowed, sweat slipping down the thick column of his neck. The sun beat down mercilessly, highlighting every ridge and plane of him—the breadth of his shoulders, the worn strength in his arms, the scars that told stories only he could share. His stomach was soft beneath the curve of his belly, a body shaped by labor, by hardship, by years of carrying burdens no one else could.

You wanted to put your hands all over him.... So you did.

Joel barely had time to react before you stepped into his space, reaching out to press your hands flat against his chest. He stiffened immediately.

“Now what’re you doin’?” His voice was rough, a little wary, but he didn’t move away.

You hummed, tilting your head, fingers splayed wide as you dragged them down, feeling the heat of his skin, the slick dampness of sweat beneath your palms. "Admiring," you murmured, pressing lightly into the soft curve of his belly.

Joel made a noise, somewhere between a scoff and a bashful grunt. "Ain't nothin’ worth admirin’."

That made you frown.

"Hey." Your hands flattened against him, insistent. “Don’t talk like that.”

His gaze flickered away, jaw tight. He shifted slightly, like he was thinking about pulling back, but you only pressed closer, standing on your toes to nudge your nose against his cheek, your lips brushing the corner of his mouth.

"I love this," you murmured, tracing slow circles over his belly with your thumbs, feeling the way his breath hitched. "All of it. All of you."

Joel swallowed hard. His ears were pink now, that telltale sign of his embarrassment creeping up. You knew that if you pushed just a little more, you could really fluster him.

You just couldn't help it.

Your fingers slid lower, dragging lightly over his stomach, tracing the dip of his waist before smoothing over his sides, nails scratching just enough to make him shudder. His whole body was warm beneath your touch, solid and sturdy, sweat-slick and sun-kissed. You dragged your hands up again, all the way back to his chest, smoothing over the broad plane of muscle there before letting your nails scratch lightly through the hair.

Joel let out a soft, shaky breath. "You're a wicked little thing, ain't ya, hunny?"

You grinned.

He tried to act unaffected, tried to keep that gruff, unshaken demeanor, but the way his fingers twitched at his sides told a different story. The way his throat bobbed when you pressed another soft kiss just below his jaw. The way his chest rose a little too fast, like you’d stolen his breath.

You locked your hands around his middle, your hips attached to his, the denim of his jeans rough against your bare thighs where your shorts cut off.

"You're so damn handsome, Joel."

That finally did it.

A strangled sound left his throat, and before you could tease him any further, he grabbed you—big, strong hands gripping your hips, pulling you flush against him. He buried his face in your neck, and the sudden contact sent a shock of warmth through you. His breath was hot against your skin, his nose brushing just beneath your ear. You could feel the dampness of sweat from his bare chest pressing into your front, sticking to your clothes, but you didn’t care.

"You’re gettin’ sweat all over me," you giggled, scrunching your nose playfully as his fingers flexed against your waist.

Joel huffed out a gruff, breathless laugh. "Serves you right."

Before you could respond, a voice called out from across the yard.

"Y'know we got work to do, right?"

Tommy.

You turned just in time to see him smirking, leaning against the fence with his arms crossed, watching the whole scene unfold.

Joel let out a long, exasperated groan, but instead of letting go, he pulled you even closer, pressing his face more firmly into your neck, his beard scratching against your skin.

"Yeah, yeah." he muttered against your throat.

You laughed, curling your fingers into his hair, letting him hide for just a little longer.

You’d both get back to work eventually.

But for now, you were perfectly happy tangled up in the warm, broad, beautiful body of the man you loved.

#tlou #the last of us #Joel miller x reader #Joel miller x you #the last of us fanfic #Joel miller fluff #the last of us joel #joel miller #joel tlou #Joel miller one shot #Joel miller imagine #fluffy joel

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blitziwitchwrites · 2 days ago

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pairing: older bf!ryomen sukuna x reader

content warnings/tags: domestic fluff, cursing/language, age gap (sukuna in his 40s and reader in her 20s), size difference, brief mention of family conflict (jin and sukuna), suggestive but no smut

author’s note: little bit of a long imagine, but i saw fanart of sukuna in glasses yesterday and then again earlier today and had to write this. happy valentine's day!

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imagining older boyfriend!sukuna’s eyes are wearing out with his increasing age, and he has to get glasses that he absolutely fucking hates.

“tch.”

you know that song all too well. after being with your older boyfriend, ryomen sukuna, for as long as you have, now going on living together for over a year now, that was the sound he always made whenever something was bothering him and he didn’t want to just tell you about it, rather wanting you to go on and ask him about it.

it’s late at night, and after having to wake up early and accompany your boyfriend to the eye doctor to pick out a pair of frames and order contact lenses, you were quite ready for bed. sitting beneath your warm satin covers, you glance over as your boyfriend moves over to the bed and lifts the cover, climbing in next to you, his frames still perched neatly over his eyes.

“what’s the matter, ryo?” you hum softly, leaning over to be closer to him. you lean your chin on his large biceps, as he is so ridiculously tall that you cannot even comfortably rest it on his shoulder when you are sitting next to each other, his large and muscular body half-sunken into his side of the mattress.

“flimsy pieces of plastic. shit’s ridiculous.”

“you’re seriously still beefin’ with your glasses?” you giggle, batting your eyelashes up at him, your eyes trailing over the thin black metal perched over his nose and boxing around his eyes, sliding back his cheeks and sharp jaw and tucking behind his ears.

sukuna scoffs, looking over at you, furrowing his eyebrows and letting another ‘tch’ sound click from his mouth, before he looks away from you. he clasps his fingers around the black metal piece resting on the bridge of his nose, beginning to pull the glasses from his face with a roll of his eyes. “fuck kinda language are you using brat? beefin’? fuck that even supposed to mean?”

gently, you brush your hand up, gently placing it over his large and thick fingers that are attempting to take off the glasses without breaking them- again. thank god for the warranty on the glasses, because when you two had initially picked up the frames, he hadn’t even made it out of the office yet before he looked at the frames and squeezed them just a little too hard and broke them, resulting in him having to walk into walls and struggle to drive for another three days before you two could pick up the repaired ones.

you gently push his fingers back towards his face, placing the glasses right back onto his nose. “i think they look sexy.”

sukuna furrows his eyebrows at you, minding himself to resist the natural urge to swipe your hand away from his face like he would anyone or anything else, minus his tattoo artist who’d inked his face all those years ago, long before he met you. sukuna was not used to being gentle. he’d never been a gentle man with anyone before you, and even with you, sometimes he had to mind himself because you were so much smaller and more fragile than anything he’d ever handled before. he simply turns his hand, lightly clasping it over yours, his entire hand enveloping yours as he pulls your hand away from his face. “don’t be ridiculous. they look absurd.”

“no, ryo.” you giggle, leaning up, batting your thick, soft eyelashes up at the man as he scowls down at you, your fingers gently bunching up while trapped under his own. nobody else ever referred to sukuna by his first name and lived to tell the tall, except you. nobody had ever even given him a nickname for his last name, much less his first name. “they make you look distinguished.”

“don’t patronize me, brat. there is not a thing about me that gives off what you are alluding to, so if anything, this stupid plastic just looks out of place.” sukuna responds to you, though his voice is a little gentler this time. a little softer. there’s a hint of vulnerability to his voice that nobody else but you had ever witnessed before.

you giggle, feeling his hand squeeze yours before he drops it, leaving both of your hands to rest in his lap. without warning, you shift from your side of the bed, climbing into your older boyfriend’s lap and straddling him, your knees resting on his outer thighs as you do so. instinctively, his large hands move to your waist and just gently rest there, keeping you secure so you do not fall off his lap and off the bed like you have in the past. once you are secure on his lap, you lean forward, having to let your knees sink into the mattress a bit as you move. you place your hand on his chest this time, leaning on him for stability as you pucker your lips, softly kissing the bridge of his nose between his eyes, your lips softly pressing against the frames and his sore flesh from holding them for a whole day for the first time ever.

sukuna shuts his eyes, melting into your loving gesture. his large hands squeeze your waist, his calloused fingers pressing against your back tenderly as he does so. you hold your lips for a moment there, your hand gently twitching on his chest, before you pull away, resting yourself to sit back on his lap. “i think the contrast looks nice.” you say softly up to him, your voice just above a soft whisper. sukuna opens his eyes, causing you to giggle, the frames of his glasses lightly fogged from the breath that had left your lips after your kiss. sukuna rolls his eyes, but can’t seem to retract the gentle begrudging smile that rests on his lips and the light flush of pink that brushes the tips of his ears.

“you speak such nonsense.”

“you know i’m right,” your counter, a playful smile plastered over your face as you watch the older man, who is always so poised and kept together and cold in the presence of others practically melt from your simple words. “you look even better in them than jin does.”

sukuna’s face falters, whatever resemblance of restraint he had been using now crumbling. he looks at you, his breath hitching slightly as he looks down at you, squeezing your waist. ah, yes. the man’s younger twin brother. the golden child, you always teasingly called him. the husband, the father, the one who was always better in every way. sukuna had never gotten along with him, and after a while, stopped trying to compete and had lived his life in every way opposite to his brother, sick of the comparisons their lives had always lived. hell, sukuna hadn’t even touched a woman until you came along and were too sweet to resist, not wanting to have to face any bad husband allegations, unlike his brother who was always considered the perfect man to his wife, kaori.

even though sukuna had never intended to love another, he couldn’t ever have managed to stay away from you. and he was glad he didn’t. you were the first person in his whole life, in all of the years he carried, who never compared him or made him feel lesser. sukuna had been tempted to even tell you he was an only child, but he didn’t want to be dishonest with you, and he was glad he wasn’t when you exceeded all expectations and never once put him down in comparison of the man who carried an identical face to him, yet polar personality.

you hum softly, gently laying a kiss on sukuna’s lips. his hand slowly slides up, cupping your cheek tenderly, his other hand slowly rubbing up and down your side. you both melt into the affectionate kiss, sukuna’s shut eyes keeping him unaware of the way his glasses had significantly fogged up more from the passion of the intimate moment, until you gently pull back and look up at him as he opens his eyes.

“tch. flimsy lenses tryna keep me from lookin’ at my wife.”

your face softens, but you barely have time to register his words when he suddenly reaches up and pinches the corner of the frames, pulling them off his face… only the frames to snap! right where the arm of the glasses meets the corner, the long thin wire falling down into your laps and resting on your thigh.

“ryo!” you whine, picking up the arm, only to drop it again when your boyfriend’s hands both swiftly slide underneath your thighs and push them up after he tosses the remnants of his glasses that had been in his hands away. sukuna roughly pushes you onto your back, his hands gripping your thighs, your knees behind your head and into the mattress as he roughly kisses you. the frames become next to nothing as you quickly slide your hands up his face, locking your fingers in his hair, returning the hungry and passionate kiss as your knees bend, your legs hooking over his shoulders. your fingers remain locked in his hair, even as he suddenly bites down on your lip and then proceeds to pull away, his eyes narrowing as his nose brushes against yours, his hands gripping your thighs harder. he grunts slightly, before turning his head, beginning to slather kisses down your neck.

you two can replace them tomorrow. right now, his biggest priority was making sure he made his beloved feel just as good as she always made him feel.

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asheepinfrance · 2 days ago

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patrick blurb because valentines day. its short and hopefully a little sweet. im soso sorry that this isnt longer, i have two other things i can hopefully get out soon but i write everything day of (stupid) and am traveling so took no time out to write (stupider). regardless i hope you enjoy. as always, comments and critiques are welcome.

If there’s one thing Patrick is, at least with you, it’s a horrible liar. The poor man couldn’t get away with fibbing to save his life. Not that being bad at dishonesty is an issue, in fact, it’s quite the opposite, but there have been times where it would’ve been a welcome presence in your relationship. He couldn’t even lie about liking those jeans you’d picked off the rack, even though it was fairly clear you wanted them, despite claiming that you just couldn’t make up your mind on them.

So, when he calls and says, “Babe… can you believe that they just extended tour?” you decide to humor him just this once. For one, the excuse was a weak one, and made little to no sense if you thought about it for more than a second or two, but you could just hear the smug ass grin he was wearing. He thinks he’s a genius.

You feign a sigh, twirling the drawstring of your hoodie around your pointer finger before placing it in the seam of your lips. You mumble something about ‘Oh, baby, that’s just terrible’ because, frankly, he’s not the type to care about your less than convincing acting job as long as he’s getting the reaction he wants in general. He’s complaining about needing to book a new hotel, something that he’s actually willing to pay for himself, when he barges into your room and manages to nearly scare you off your bed. He’s got that same stupid grin on his face that you’d previously imagined, now holding his arms wide as if to present himself to you. “This’ll do.”

You’re taking too long to process for his liking, because he drops his bags with a heavy thud, completely uncaring for the equipment stored inside, and makes his way towards you. You can’t manage anything, not the ‘How did you get in here?’ that you should definitely concern yourself with, just a soft murmur of “Patrick…” before throwing yourself at him as hard as you can manage to. He’s strong, noticeably stronger since the last time you saw him about three months ago, and manages to catch your weight with such ease it hardly looks like you weigh a thing.

The past few days had been hard, as he’d let you know through several hours-long phone calls, but god, if you aren’t a sight for sore eyes. The way his smile softens says it all, and he’s just breathing in your presence, your scent, the hints of perfume lingering on the fabric of your hoodie. He’s right at home with it. He knows that when the moment’s through, and the shock’s worn off, you’ll be ashamed by your choice of outfit, your lack of makeup, the mess of hair on your head. He thinks it’s the most beautiful he’s ever seen you, and he didn’t think you could get better than perfection, but here he is, pressed against it.

He’s got to be uncomfortable, kneeling at your bedside this long, but he can put that aside for now. Right now, he’s with his girl for the first time in the longest three months of his life and he’s not letting go, knees be damned. He presses a few kisses wherever he can manage to reach, and the laugh you let out when you feel his lips just above yours is enough to send him reeling. It sounds so much clearer here than over the phone. He’d thought you were radiant then, even through a screen, but now? Now he’s just about certain you’re made of more light than each star combined. He’d tell you that if he could, but with his habit of saying things just slightly less eloquently than he means to, he opts for just saying “I missed you”.

You know him. Know he means a lot more than he can properly express with his way of speaking. He’s got a lot of ways of showing it, at least. Falling asleep next to a propped up phone, listening to his breathing grow slower, steadier. Finding little notes from month-old visits in odd corners of your room, scrawled in his signature chicken-scratch only you can manage to decode. The way he holds you like you’re fragile and looks at you like too much exposure to his presence could damage you, despite it doing just the opposite, tells you what you needs to know. He means he loves you.

You breathe out a laugh, one that your shoulders raise with.

“Yeah… missed you, too.”

#challengers #challengers fic #patrick zweig #patrick zweig x reader #insanely nothing #more to come that is hopefully longer and better and not this #patrick my boy you deserve better

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helvegen-s · 1 day ago

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point of no return | epilogue

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Pairing: Charles Leclerc x driver!OC

Summary: Love and rivalry collide on the Formula 1 circuit as Ferrari's star drivers, Astrid and Charles, push the limits of their relationship alongside the boundaries of speed. Can their love survive the pressure, or will their ambition become their downfall?

WC: 2.2k

A/N: And with this, it’s finished! I really hope you’ve enjoyed the story and the characters. Honestly, I’ve loved writing it. I’m thinking about writing some extras about Charles and Astrid, so if you have any requests, I’ll be reading them :)

Big hug xx

The press room was packed. Journalists, cameras, and microphones lined up like soldiers in a battle of questions. Astrid Whitmore sat in the center, the Ferrari emblem still on her chest for the last time.

She took a deep breath before speaking.

"After much thought, I've decided it's time to close this chapter of my career. I'm leaving Ferrari and will be joining Red Bull next season."

The murmurs were immediate. It wasn’t a secret that her relationship with the team had grown tense, but hearing it from her own lips gave it a different weight. Astrid answered a few questions with the composure that had always defined her, carefully avoiding what everyone truly wanted to know—how Charles Leclerc felt about it.

When it was over, she walked out of the room with steady steps. She knew he would be there.

Charles was leaning against the wall, arms crossed over his chest. His expression was unreadable, but his eyes said too much. Astrid stopped in front of him, and for a moment, neither of them spoke.

"So, it's official," he murmured, a half-smile on his lips that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

"Yes," she replied, feeling her throat tighten.

Silence settled between them again. It was strange how, after everything they had lived through, there weren’t enough words to say goodbye.

"I hope you find what you're looking for," Charles finally said.

Astrid looked away for a second before meeting his gaze again.

"And I hope you keep fighting for what you deserve."

He let out a small laugh—bitter and sincere at the same time.

"We loved each other too much, but that's not enough, is it?"

Astrid shook her head.

"No," she whispered. "But that doesn’t mean it wasn’t worth it."

Charles nodded, his eyes memorizing every detail of her, as if trying to capture her one last time.

"Take care, Astrid."

"You too, Charles."

And with that, she walked away.

The following years bore witness to her greatness.

Astrid Whitmore conquered two world titles with Red Bull, cementing her legacy in Formula 1. But one day, when she felt she had given everything she had, she decided to say goodbye to single-seaters for good.

Rally found her when she was no longer searching for glory—only pure adrenaline, the thrill without the weight of expectations. There, among dirt roads and wild landscapes, she discovered there was something beyond winning and winning.

There was freedom.

And in that freedom, Astrid Whitmore found herself again.

Meanwhile, Charles Leclerc had become much more than just a Formula 1 driver.

He was a legend. Five consecutive titles with Ferrari, records shattered, epic races forever etched into motorsport history. He had become the man Monaco idolized, his name echoing with the same weight as the greatest champions of the Scuderia.

But amidst all that success, something had always lingered. A ghost that never truly disappeared.

It was Astrid.

He couldn’t count how many times he had searched for her name online over the past five years, how many times he had read about her victories in Rally, how many times he had found himself smiling at the screen as she lifted another trophy. He had always loved watching Astrid win, even if she was no longer by his side.

What he didn’t like was the feeling that followed. That tightness in his chest, that sharp pang of nostalgia reminding him that no matter how much he moved forward, a part of him had never stopped wanting her.

The years had passed, the seasons had piled up, yet Astrid remained there—lingering in his mind, in his memories. In every race where his instincts told him to turn his head and look for her in the paddock, only to remember she wasn’t there.

Now, for the first time in a long while, the FIA was hosting its annual gala in Monaco. The night he would be crowned, once again, as world champion. And in an unexpected twist, Astrid had decided to attend.

He found out days before, when he saw her name on the guest list. His reaction was immediate—he felt the ground beneath him shift. He couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to see her after all this time. If he would still feel the same. If she would too.

The salty Mediterranean air mixed with the scent of freshly brewed coffee as Astrid walked through the streets of Monaco. It had been five years since she last set foot in this city, and yet, everything felt familiar. She had arrived a few days before the gala, taking the time to wander through streets filled with buried memories.

Monaco had been her home. She had loved living here, getting lost in its alleys, driving through its roads with the sea on one side and cliffs on the other. But what she remembered most was that, in every corner, there was a piece of Charles.

They had shared a life here. The memory of those years was imprinted on every restaurant they used to visit, every bench where they had sat talking about everything and nothing, every late-night stroll when the world’s noise faded, leaving only them.

Astrid didn’t regret moving on, finding her own path. But being here stirred something inside her she hadn’t expected.

She had no plan when she stepped into that café. She only wanted a break, a quiet moment before the gala.

What she didn’t expect was to find him there.

Charles.

He was sitting alone, a cup of coffee in his hand, a folded newspaper on the table. She hadn’t seen him in years, but the moment their eyes met, time collapsed in on itself.

He saw her too. And by the way his body tensed, she knew the surprise was mutual.

Astrid stood at the door, her heart a storm in her chest. She couldn’t help but take him in—the way the years had treated him. He looked older, more mature… and somehow even more handsome. But what hit her the hardest was the emotion in his eyes. The same one she had seen the last time they said goodbye.

Charles, on the other hand, felt like the air had been stolen from his lungs. There she was. So different, yet so much the same. Her hair a little longer, her posture more at ease, her eyes reflecting something new—peace.

She looked at peace.

Something inside him broke and healed at the same time.

"Hi," Astrid whispered.

Charles felt like a teenager again, words stuck in his throat, a foolish smile creeping onto his lips.

"Can I sit with you?" Astrid asked with a small smile, trying to ignore the avalanche of emotions crashing over her.

Charles nodded without thinking.

They sat across from each other, as if five years hadn’t passed.

At first, the conversation was light. They talked about racing, titles, how life had taken them down such different paths. Astrid told him about Rally, how much she enjoyed it, how she had found something in it she had never felt in Formula 1.

"It’s not just about winning, Charles. It’s not just about proving I’m the best. It’s… something more. I don’t know how to explain it."

He listened in silence, absorbing every word. He had always loved hearing her talk passionately about racing.

"You look happy," he finally said.

Astrid met his gaze and nodded.

"I am."

And it was true.

But then Charles lowered his eyes to his coffee and murmured,

"I always knew you’d find something to love as much as Formula 1. Though… I would have liked to be part of it."

Astrid felt her heart clench.

"We hurt each other… but we never stopped loving each other," she whispered.

Charles looked up at her, his gaze intense, stealing her breath.

"No," he answered. "And I don’t think we ever really stopped."

This time, the silence between them was different. Not uncomfortable, not painful. Just… full of possibilities.

Astrid leaned slightly forward, holding her cup with both hands.

"Are you scared?"

Charles let out a small laugh, a mix of disbelief and resignation.

"Yes."

"Me too."

And in that moment, they understood something they had perhaps always known: that what had once separated them no longer existed. That life had changed them, made them grow, and that maybe, just maybe, this time they could make it work.

Charles took a breath and, with a lopsided smile, said:

"Maybe this time..."

Astrid set her cup down on the saucer and held his gaze.

"Maybe."

And for the first time in seven years, the future no longer seemed uncertain.

Monaco had always had a special magic at night. The city lights reflected on the water, the echo of music floating in the air, the feeling that, in that small corner of the world, time stood still.

Astrid felt it that night more than ever.

The gala had been a whirlwind of greetings, conversations, and reunions. She was surprised by how much she had missed some people, how much affection she still felt for the family she had built in Formula 1. But even in the midst of it all, a part of her never stopped being aware of his presence.

Charles.

From across the room, in the middle of endless congratulations and impromptu interviews, he was looking for her too. Their eyes met so many times she lost count. At first, it was almost a game. A fleeting glance here, a lingering one there. But soon, it stopped being a game and became something more. A reminder that no matter how many years had passed, no matter how much their lives had changed… they still gravitated toward each other.

Now, back in her room, Astrid let out a sigh. She slipped off her heels, letting them drop to the floor with a soft thud, and collapsed onto the bed, her eyes fixed on the ceiling.

She couldn’t ignore it anymore.

She couldn’t ignore how her heart had raced when she saw him at the café. How her stomach tightened every time she caught him looking at her at the gala. How, despite everything, he was still Charles.

She turned on her phone and unlocked it without thinking too much. Her thumb hovered over the screen for a second before she finally typed:

To: Charles"Congratulations, champion. It’s been an incredible night for you."

It wasn’t enough. It was what anyone else would say. And Charles had never been just anyone to her.

She deleted the message.

She took a deep breath. Closed her eyes for a moment. Then she typed again.

To: Charles"I can’t remember the last time we spent a night in the same place without talking. It feels strange. Good night, Charles."

She hesitated for a moment, her thumb hovering over the send button. It wasn’t a groundbreaking message. It didn’t promise anything. It didn’t ask for anything.

But it was a first step.

A bridge between yesterday and tomorrow.

She sent it before she could regret it.

The phone vibrated on the nightstand. Charles wasn’t expecting any messages at that hour. His fingers, almost instinctively, reached for the device.

When he saw her name on the screen, his heart skipped a beat.

For a moment, he did nothing. He just stared at the message, allowing himself to feel everything that came with it.

"I can’t remember the last time we spent a night in the same place without talking. It feels strange. Good night, Charles."

He closed his eyes and let out a soft laugh. Of course it felt strange. All night, he had felt her close and, at the same time, out of reach. All night, his mind had drifted between the present and the past, between the urge to go to her and the fear of crossing a line they maybe shouldn’t cross.

But now, this.

A message.

Astrid had been the one to send it, the one to leave the door slightly open. And Charles wasn’t the kind of man to let an opportunity like that slip away.

He sat up in bed, leaning his back against the headboard. His fingers moved across the screen with more confidence than he actually felt.

To: Astrid"You’re right. It feels strange."

He paused. Then added:

"I don’t think we’ve ever avoided each other this much."

And he sent the message.

Just seconds later, his phone vibrated again.

Astrid:"I don’t think we’ve avoided it, Charles."

He frowned, his thumb tapping lightly against the screen.

Charles:"No? Then what have we done?"

Astrid took longer to reply this time. Charles imagined she was debating between many possible answers. And when it finally arrived, he knew he hadn’t been wrong.

Astrid:"We’ve been waiting."

Charles read it several times. His lips curled into a silent smile. Because yes, she was right.

They had waited.

To see if time would wear down what they felt. To see if the other would make the first move. To see if, after everything, there was still something left between them.

And the answer was obvious.

Charles:"And now?"

He waited. Seconds, then a minute. Until the screen lit up again.

Astrid:"Now I don’t want to wait anymore."

Charles let the phone fall onto the bed and ran a hand over his face. His smile widened, accompanied by a sigh he wasn’t sure was relief, excitement, or simple acceptance.

After years, after so many stolen glances and unspoken words, they had finally said what truly mattered.

And for the first time in a long time, the future felt like something they could write together.

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duachai · 3 days ago

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Till' The World Ends - PARK CHANYEONG | SWEET HOME

In the midst of a monstrous apocalypse, former idol M/n is rescued by the military and brought to a safe base where protector Park Chanyeong takes him under his wing.

Your soul's half alive, and I'll be by your side, I've come to take you there, show you how to care

♱ PAIRING : PARK CHANYEONG (JUNG JINYOUNG) X MALE READER ♱ CONTENT WARNING : Slightly detailed gore, SPOLIERS (I guess?) ♱ AUTHOR'S NOTE : I want to note I've only seen season 1-2 of this show, so I'm quite behind so if this makes no sense contextually that's why lol. ♱ REQUESTED : YES (ANON) - Can you pleaseseee write something for Private Park Chan-young from Sweet Home? Maybe something like male reader gets picked up off the street and becomes one of the soldiers along side of him and there's this big fight with the monsters and he confesses his love. Maybe also reader was and idol too. Thank you!!

LINKS : Wattpad

The air outside was heavy, thick with the stench of blood and decay. M/n stumbled through the wreckage, his breaths ragged as he tried to keep moving. His jacket was torn, caked in grime, and he clutched a makeshift weapon; a rusted pipe he’d picked up days ago. The world had long since crumbled into chaos, but M/n had refused to let it break him. Determined, but weary, he fought to keep going.

The faint roar of an engine in the distance made him freeze. His heart pounded in his chest as he turned, squinting against the setting sun. A military vehicle approached, its headlights cutting through the haze. For a moment, hope flickered in his chest; a dangerous, fragile thing. M/n raised his hands, signaling for them to stop. He wasn’t sure if they’d help or just run him over, but he didn’t have much of a choice.

The vehicle came to a halt. Soldiers spilled out, their weapons drawn, faces hardened. One of them barked, “Stay where you are! Hands where we can see them!”

“I’m not infected!” M/n shouted, his voice hoarse. He dropped the pipe and raised his hands higher. “I swear, I’m clean!”

The soldiers exchanged glances, their expressions skeptical. One of them, a tall man with a scar running down his jaw, muttered, “We can’t take risks. We’re stretched too thin as it is.”

“Please,” M/n pleaded, his voice cracking. “I’ve been out here for weeks. I just- please, don’t leave me out here.”

The scarred soldier scoffed, gesturing to the others. “We don’t have room for strays. Move out.”

Before they could pile back into the vehicle, another voice cut through the tension; calm, but commanding. “Wait.”

M/n turned to see him. Park Chanyeong stepped out of the vehicle, his expression unreadable. There was something in the way he carried himself; strong, deliberate, that made the others hesitate.

“He’s not infected,” Chanyeong said firmly, his sharp eyes studying M/n. “Look at him. No signs of transformation, no erratic behavior.”

The scarred soldier frowned. “That doesn’t mean he’s not a liability. We can’t afford-”

“We can’t afford to lose more people, either,” Chanyeong interrupted, his tone brooking no argument. “He’s a survivor. That counts for something.”

M/n’s knees nearly gave out as relief washed over him. But the others weren’t convinced. “And what happens if he turns on us later?” one of the soldiers argued. “It’ll be on you.”

“It’ll be on me,” Chanyeong replied coldly. “I’ll take responsibility.”

The soldiers grumbled but didn’t push further. Chanyeong stepped closer, his gaze locking with M/n’s. “Get in the vehicle,” he said, his voice softer now. “You’ll be safe.”

M/n hesitated for a heartbeat, as if waiting for someone to change their mind. But when no one did, he nodded and climbed into the back of the vehicle. His hands trembled as he gripped the edge of the seat, his heart still racing.

Chanyeong joined him a moment later, sitting across from him. For a while, the vehicle was silent, save for the rumble of the engine and the distant cries of monsters in the wasteland. M/n dared to glance up, meeting Chanyeong’s steady gaze.

“Thank you,” M/n whispered, his voice barely audible.

Chanyeong gave a small nod, his expression as stoic as ever. “Don’t thank me yet.”

It wasn’t exactly comforting, but for the first time in weeks, M/n felt a flicker of hope. He wasn’t alone anymore.

The vehicle slowed as it reached the underground safe zone. The heavy steel gates creaked open, revealing a dimly lit corridor bustling with survivors. Soldiers on patrol watched with wary eyes, their hands resting on their weapons. The air was tense; too many people, too much fear, and too little space.

M/n stepped out of the vehicle, his legs unsteady from both exhaustion and anxiety. As he followed Chanyeong through the narrow passage, he felt it; the weight of dozens of eyes on him. Whispers spread like wildfire.

“Is that him?”

“No way. He’s still alive?” “He was there… the apartment complex.”

M/n kept his gaze fixed on the ground, his jaw clenched. The memories of what happened at Green Home; the screams, the betrayal, the monsters; flashed through his mind. He didn’t want to remember. Not here. Not now.

A small group of survivors gathered near the entrance, openly staring. One of them, a woman with dark circles under her eyes, took a hesitant step forward. “You were… an idol, weren’t you?”

M/n didn’t answer, but the silence spoke for him. The woman’s expression hardened. “You ran, didn’t you? Back when things went to hell.”

“I did what I had to,” M/n said quietly, his voice steady despite the weight of the accusation.

Before anyone could say more, Chanyeong stepped between them, his presence like a wall. “That’s enough,” he said. His tone was calm, but there was no mistaking the authority behind it. “He’s here now. That’s all that matters.”

The crowd slowly dispersed, muttering under their breath. Chanyeong turned back to M/n. “Come on. You need rest.”

They walked in silence until they reached a small, dimly lit room near the edge of the safe zone. Chanyeong opened the door and gestured for M/n to enter. It wasn’t much; just a cot, a chair, and a few supplies, but it was a haven compared to the outside world.

M/n sat on the edge of the cot, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t think I’m wanted here.”

“They’re scared,” Chanyeong replied, leaning against the doorframe. “Fear makes people lash out.”

“You’re not making second guessed about me?”

Chanyeong’s lips twitched in what might have been the ghost of a smile. “No.”

The silence stretched between them, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. M/n looked up, curiosity flickering in his eyes. “Why’d you stand up for me out there? You didn’t have to.”

Chanyeong’s gaze softened, just a fraction. “Because I know what it’s like to have people give up on you.”

M/n tilted his head. “You mean before all this?”

Chanyeong nodded, resting against the door frame. “I played baseball. Before the world ended, it was my life. But I made mistakes. Got injured. People stopped believing in me. Said I wasn’t worth the trouble.” He paused, as if weighing his next words. “I didn’t want to do the same to you.”

M/n’s chest tightened. He’d spent so long feeling like a burden, like the world would be better off without him. But Chanyeong didn’t see him that way.

“I used to be an idol,” M/n admitted quietly. “I loved it; performing, being on stage. But when things got bad at Green Home, all that didn’t matter. All people saw was someone who couldn’t protect anyone.”

Chanyeong studied him for a long moment. “You survived. That’s enough.”

M/n swallowed hard, emotion threatening to choke him. “Maybe. But it doesn’t feel like it.”

Chanyeong stepped closer, his expression as steady as ever. “Then stay alive. Long enough to figure out what it does feel like.”

The words weren’t comforting in the traditional sense, but somehow, they settled something deep in M/n’s chest.

“I’ll try,” M/n said, meeting Chanyeong’s eyes.

“Good.” Chanyeong gave a small nod. “Get some rest. You’ll need it.”

The underground safe zone was a far cry from the life M/n once knew. The constant hum of generators, the flickering fluorescent lights, and the steady patrols of soldiers made the air feel tense and suffocating. Every day was a battle to maintain order amidst the fear of what lurked beyond the gates.

For M/n, blending in wasn’t easy. The other survivors kept their distance, some out of fear, others because of lingering resentment. But he forced himself to adapt. He helped with chores, cleaned communal areas, and volunteered for supply runs; anything to prove he wasn’t just a burden.

One morning, M/n found himself summoned to the central training area; a wide, open space lined with sandbags and obstacle courses. The air smelled of sweat and metal. A group of soldiers stood waiting, their uniforms crisp and their expressions unreadable.

Chanyeong was there too, his arms crossed as he watched from a distance. M/n’s heart rate spiked, but he didn’t let it show.

The scarred soldier from before, now identified as Lieutenant Kim, stepped forward. “You’ve been here long enough to catch your breath. Now it’s time to see if you can actually contribute.” His tone was clipped, full of skepticism.

“What do you mean?” M/n asked, though he already had a sinking suspicion.

“We’re short on fighters. If you’re going to stay, you need to be more than just a survivor. We need soldiers. Fighters who can defend this place if the monsters breach the gates again.”

M/n’s fists clenched at his sides. “And if I fail?”

“Then you’re just another mouth to feed.”

Chanyeong’s gaze darkened, but he stayed silent.

The first test was simple; a physical evaluation. M/n had to run laps around the training area, climb walls, and navigate through an obstacle course designed to simulate urban terrain. Sweat dripped down his face, his muscles screaming in protest.

By the time he finished, his lungs burned, and his legs felt like lead. But he hadn’t stopped. He’d refused to quit.

Lieutenant Kim gave a curt nod. “You’re determined. I’ll give you that.”

The second test was combat. M/n was handed a dull training knife and pitted against a soldier twice his size. The fight was brutal; every swing and jab testing M/n’s reflexes. He dodged as best he could, but his opponent’s strength was overwhelming. He hit the ground more than once, his knees scraped and bloodied.

“Enough,” Chanyeong’s voice cut through the tension. He walked over, his expression neutral but his eyes burning with something M/n couldn’t quite name. “You’re not training him to get beaten. You’re training him to survive.”

Lieutenant Kim scowled but didn’t argue. “Fine. You take over, Park.”

Chanyeong tossed M/n a water bottle before taking his place in the sparring ring. “Get up,” he said quietly. “Again.”

M/n wiped the sweat from his brow and forced himself to his feet. His body protested every movement, but he wasn’t about to back down; not with Chanyeong watching.

They squared off. Chanyeong’s movements were deliberate, precise. He didn’t go easy on M/n, but he also didn’t aim to break him. With every step and swing, he pushed M/n to find his limits and then push past them.

By the end of the session, M/n was panting, bruised, and exhausted. But there was a spark of pride in his chest.

“You did well,” Chanyeong said, offering a hand to help him up.

M/n took it, their eyes meeting for a brief moment. “Thanks.”

“Don’t thank me,” Chanyeong replied. “You earned it.”

Lieutenant Kim gave one last, assessing look before turning on his heel. “We’ll see if you can keep it up.”

As the soldiers dispersed, M/n stayed behind with Chanyeong. The ache in his muscles was sharp, but there was something else; an odd sense of belonging.

The underground gates groaned open, revealing the desolate wasteland beyond. The world outside the safe zone was eerily silent, the air thick with the stench of decay and abandonment. Concrete rubble and twisted metal were strewn across the landscape, remnants of humanity’s fall.

Chanyeong led the group of soldiers, M/n walking beside him. It was M/n’s first mission outside, and the weight of anticipation hung heavy over him. He could feel the judgmental eyes of the other soldiers drilling into his back.

“Don’t slow us down,” one soldier muttered under his breath. “He should’ve stayed underground where it’s safe.”

Another snickered. “He’s not cut out for this. Idol or not, he’ll get someone killed.”

M/n’s jaw tightened, but he kept his gaze forward. His fists clenched at his sides, his nails digging into his palms. Chanyeong shot the soldiers a warning glare, but M/n shook his head. “Let them talk.”

The group pressed on through the ruins, their boots crunching against broken glass and gravel. They were scavenging for supplies; a routine mission but one that could turn deadly in an instant.

They hadn’t gone far when the first sound came; a low, guttural growl that sent a shiver down everyone’s spines.

“Contact!” Lieutenant Kim barked.

A monster emerged from the shadows of a crumbling building. Its skin was pale and cracked, its eyes hollow but filled with a ravenous hunger. It lunged with terrifying speed.

The soldiers scattered, weapons raised. Gunfire erupted, but the monster was fast; too fast. It zigzagged between them, slashing with razor-sharp claws.

“M/n, move!” Chanyeong shouted as the creature charged straight for him.

Time seemed to slow. M/n’s heart thundered in his chest. The soldiers’ words echoed in his mind. Weak. A burden. Not good enough.

No.

M/n surged forward, a primal fury igniting inside him. He grabbed a broken pipe from the ground and swung with all his strength. The metal connected with a sickening crunch, sending the monster staggering backward.

It roared, blood dripping from its mouth, but M/n didn’t stop. He attacked again, driving the pipe into the creature’s side. His strikes became relentless, each blow fueled by anger and desperation.

The monster fell to its knees, but M/n kept going, the world around him blurring into a haze of adrenaline and rage. Every fear, every insult; it all exploded in that moment.

“Enough!”

Chanyeong’s voice cut through the chaos like a blade.

M/n froze, panting. His hands trembled, the blood-slicked pipe slipping from his grasp. The monster lay still, its body broken and lifeless.

And then it hit him.

He had killed it.

The world tilted. M/n staggered back, his vision swimming. His stomach churned violently, and he collapsed to his hands and knees, retching onto the cracked pavement.

Chanyeong was at his side in an instant, dropping to a crouch. He placed a steadying hand on M/n’s back, his touch firm but gentle. “Breathe, M/n. You’re safe now. Just breathe.”

“I-” M/n’s voice cracked. “I killed it. I didn’t mean to-”

“You did what you had to,” Chanyeong interrupted softly. “It was you or the monster.”

But M/n couldn’t stop shaking. His hands were stained with blood; proof that he wasn’t the same person who had stepped outside those gates.

“It’s different out here,” he whispered. “I thought I was ready. But I’m not.”

Chanyeong knelt in front of him, their faces inches apart. His usual stoic mask had slipped, replaced by something raw and unguarded. “No one’s ever ready the first time. It doesn’t make you weak. It makes you human.”

M/n’s breath hitched. He wanted to believe Chanyeong, but the weight of what he’d done felt suffocating.

Chanyeong reached out, wiping a streak of blood from M/n’s cheek. “Look at me.”

M/n’s eyes slowly met his.

“You’re alive,” Chanyeong said firmly. “You fought back because you wanted to protect us. That’s what matters.”

For a long moment, they stayed like that; M/n sitting chin to his knees on the broken ground, Chanyeong steadying him. The chaos of the world faded into the background, leaving only the quiet connection between them.

“Ypu’re not alone,” Chanyeong promised. “Not now. Not ever.”

M/n swallowed hard, the knot in his chest loosening just a little. “Thank you.”

Chanyeong helped him to his feet, his grip never faltering. The other soldiers approached, their expressions a mixture of surprise and respect.

“Maybe you’re not all useless,” one of them admitted grudgingly.

M/n didn’t respond, but he held his head a little higher as they made their way back to the safe zone.

M/n leaned against the wall of the underground compound, his arms folded across his chest. The dim lighting overhead cast shadows on the rough concrete, and the air smelled faintly of metal and disinfectant. He had just returned from the mission with Chanyeong, his mind still replaying the moment he killed the monster. His hands were clean now, but he couldn’t stop seeing the blood in his mind’s eye.

“Hey.”

The voice pulled him from his thoughts. M/n looked up to see Jung Ye-seul standing a few feet away. She was one of the few civilians allowed to move around freely within the safe zone, her resourcefulness and sharp mind earning her respect among both the survivors and military personnel. Her dark hair was pulled back into a neat ponytail, and her sharp eyes locked onto M/n with a mix of curiosity and something harder to read.

“You’re the one they found outside,” she said, her tone neutral but guarded.

“Yeah. That’s me.” M/n’s voice was flat.

She took a step closer, her gaze unwavering. “You were on the mission with Chanyeong earlier. I heard what happened.”

M/n nodded slowly. “Word travels fast down here.”

Ye-seul crossed her arms, mirroring his stance. “You saved him.”

“I did.”

There was a beat of silence.

“I guess I should say thank you,” she said, but there was no warmth in her voice.

M/n raised an eyebrow. “You don’t sound very grateful.”

“I am.” She paused, her eyes narrowing. “But I also know what happens when people get close to Chanyeong. They start thinking they can rely on him too much. They make him a crutch. And Chanyeong’s already carrying enough on his shoulders.”

M/n felt a flare of irritation. “I’m not a burden to him.”

Ye-seul’s gaze sharpened. “Are you sure about that? He’s always been the protector. It’s who he is. People lean on him, and he never says no. But that doesn’t mean it’s good for him.”

“I didn’t ask him to protect me,” M/n shot back. “In case you missed it, I’m the one who saved him today.”

Ye-seul’s jaw tightened. “That doesn’t change anything. You’re still someone he cares about now. And that means you’re a risk.”

M/n felt a pang of guilt, but he pushed it aside. “I didn’t choose to care about him. It just happened. And I’m not going to walk away because you think I should.”

Ye-seul’s expression flickered with something—pain, maybe, or jealousy. “Chanyeong doesn’t let people in easily. If you hurt him…”

“I won’t,” M/n interrupted, his voice firm.

For a moment, they just stared at each other, two stubborn forces unwilling to back down.

Finally, Ye-seul sighed. “I hope you’re right. For both your sakes.”

She turned on her heel and walked away, leaving M/n standing alone in the dim corridor.

M/n exhaled slowly, his heart pounding. He didn’t know what the future held for him or for Chanyeong, but one thing was certain; he wasn’t going to let anyone push him away from the person who had become his anchor in this chaotic world.

The mission had been simple; retrieve medical supplies from an abandoned hospital a few miles from the safe zone. The military had cleared the building once before, but the monsters were unpredictable, and the place was still a danger zone.

Despite the risks, M/n had volunteered to go. He was determined to prove himself again; not just to the others, but to himself. And in the days since the last mission, things had been better. The soldiers who had once mocked him now showed respect, their gazes lingering with a newfound acknowledgment. Even Yeseul had kept her distance, a quiet truce settling between them.

Chanyeong had insisted on coming along. His ever-stoic demeanor gave M/n strength, an unspoken promise of protection. They moved together like a machine, sweeping the darkened hospital halls with precision and efficiency.

But nothing ever went according to plan.

They had just reached the hospital’s old surgical ward when the air shifted; a low, guttural growl that sent shivers racing down their spines.

“Get ready,” Chanyeong muttered, gripping his weapon on his hip tightly.

The monster exploded from the shadows, its pale, sinewy form illuminated by the flickering overhead lights. It was larger than anything they had faced before, its limbs unnaturally long and its teeth razor-sharp.

Chaos erupted.

M/n swung his weapon, the metallic pipe connecting with the monster’s ribs. The creature roared in pain but didn’t go down. It lashed out, its claws narrowly missing M/n’s face.

“Fall back!” Chanyeong barked.

They moved in sync, dodging the creature’s attacks as they retreated down the hall. But the monster was relentless. It lunged again, forcing them into the surgical ward; a sterile, cold room with no exit.

Chanyeong’s eyes darted around, calculating their next move. The monster was blocking the only doorway, and it was too fast to take down easily.

“We’re out of options,” M/n panted, adrenaline coursing through him.

Chanyeong’s gaze softened for a brief moment. “Trust me.”

Before M/n could respond, Chanyeong surged forward. He slammed the emergency door controls, and the steel door hissed shut, trapping M/n on the outside and locking Chanyeong inside with the monster.

“Chanyeong!” M/n shouted, pounding on the glass window that separated them.

The monster roared and charged.

Chanyeong didn’t flinch. He met the creature head-on, his movements precise and deadly. He dodged its swipes and struck with brutal efficiency, his fists and blade a blur of motion. Blood sprayed across the white walls, staining the sterile room with crimson.

M/n watched in horror, his fists clenched so tightly they ached. The glass barrier felt like a prison. Every instinct screamed at him to break through, to help, but there was no way in.

The fight raged on, and Chanyeong was relentless; but so was the monster. It struck him hard, sending him crashing into a surgical table. The force knocked the breath from him, and for a terrifying moment, he didn’t move.

“No!” M/n shouted, his voice raw with desperation.

The monster loomed over Chanyeong, ready to deliver the final blow.

Then, with a burst of strength, Chanyeong drove his blade into the creature’s throat. It let out a choked howl, its body convulsing before collapsing to the floor.

Silence fell.

M/n’s breath hitched as he saw Chanyeong slump against the wall, his eyes fluttering shut.

“Chanyeong!” He banged on the glass again, tears stinging his eyes. “Stay awake!”

Chanyeong’s eyes barely opened. His voice was weak, but his gaze found M/n’s through the glass.

“I-” He coughed, blood flecking his lips. “I think I... love you.”

The words hit M/n like a lightning strike.

“No, no, you don’t get to say that now!” M/n’s voice cracked. “You’re not dying. You hear me? You’re not dying!”

But Chanyeong’s eyes closed, and his body went still.

“Chanyeong!” M/n’s scream echoed down the empty hallway.

Frantic, M/n slammed his shoulder against the door controls until they gave way, the steel door sliding open with a hiss. He rushed to Chanyeong’s side, his hands trembling as he checked for a pulse.

It was faint, but it was there.

Relief flooded M/n, and he let out a shaky breath. He tore a strip of fabric from his sleeve and pressed it against Chanyeong’s wounds, his hands steady despite the chaos still swirling in his mind.

“I think I love you too,” M/n whispered, his voice breaking. “So don’t leave me.”

Chanyeong didn’t respond, but M/n felt the faintest squeeze of his hand. It was enough.

M/n’s muscles screamed in protest with every step, but he didn’t stop. Chanyeong’s unconscious weight rested on his back, his arms draped over M/n’s shoulders and head leaning against his neck. Blood soaked M/n’s shirt, both Chanyeong’s and his own from cuts and scrapes. The road back to the base was long and treacherous, every shadow a potential threat. But M/n’s mind was fixed on one goal; getting Chanyeong back alive.

When the base finally came into view, M/n’s legs nearly gave out from exhaustion. A group of soldiers rushed forward, weapons raised until they saw who it was.

“Help him!” M/n’s voice cracked as he knelt, lowering Chanyeong onto a stretcher the medics had brought. He stumbled to his feet, covered in dirt and blood, as the medics took Chanyeong inside the makeshift medical ward.

But the moment of relief was short-lived.

“Why are you the one walking around fine?” one soldier sneered, stepping forward. “Chanyeong’s the best we’ve got, and now he’s half-dead.”

Another soldier scowled. “You were supposed to have his back. Instead, you let him get locked in with a monster.”

The accusations hit M/n like a punch to the gut. His fists clenched at his sides, but he didn’t defend himself. He couldn’t. The truth was, he felt the same crushing guilt. Chanyeong had saved him; again and now Chanyeong was paying the price.

“Enough!” Yeseul’s sharp voice cut through the crowd. She stepped between M/n and the soldiers, her glare fierce. “Blaming him won’t help Chanyeong. And if you’re so concerned, why aren’t you in there helping the medics?”

The soldiers muttered under their breath but backed off.

Yeseul turned to M/n, her expression softening. “Go inside. He’s going to need you.”

M/n nodded, the weight of exhaustion pressing down on him, but his feet carried him forward.

The makeshift ward was a bleak, sterile space. Cots lined the walls, and the air was filled with the acrid scent of antiseptic. Chanyeong laid on the closest cot, pale and still, an IV drip hooked to his arm. Bandages covered his torso, and his breathing was shallow but steady.

M/n sank into the chair beside the cot, his body sagging with weariness. He hadn’t realized just how heavy his grief and fear had been until now.

“I’m here,” he whispered, reaching for Chanyeong’s hand. It was cold to the touch. “I’m not going anywhere.”

The hours blurred into days. M/n never left the ward. He barely slept, catching fitful naps in the chair. He hardly ate, ignoring the rations Yeseul and a few other soldiers brought him. Every time Chanyeong’s breathing hitched or his body twitched, M/n was there, his heart racing with hope. But Chanyeong never woke.

The medics warned him to take care of himself, but M/n didn’t listen. Guilt gnawed at his insides like a parasite, and every second spent away from Chanyeong felt like a betrayal.

On the third night, M/n sat in the dim light of the ward, his head resting on the edge of the cot. His eyes were red-rimmed, and his body trembled with exhaustion.

“I should have protected you,” he murmured, his voice hoarse. “I should have done more.”

A tear slipped down his cheek, falling onto Chanyeong’s hand.

“Please,” M/n whispered. “Come back.”

The silence that followed was deafening. But then; a faint twitch. M/n’s head shot up, hope lighting his eyes. Chanyeong’s fingers twitched again, and his eyelids fluttered.

“Chanyeong?” M/n leaned forward, his heart pounding.

Slowly, painfully, Chanyeong’s eyes opened. They were clouded with confusion at first, but when they locked onto M/n’s face, recognition dawned.

“M/n...” Chanyeong’s voice was barely a whisper, but it was the most beautiful sound M/n had ever heard.

“You’re awake.” M/n choked on a sob, gripping Chanyeong’s hand tightly. “You’re awake.”

Chanyeong’s lips curved into a weak smile. “I told you... I’m not going anywhere.”

M/n pressed his forehead to Chanyeong’s hand, the weight on his chest finally lifting.

M/n couldn’t let go of Chanyeong’s hand, not even for a second. His heart was still pounding from the overwhelming relief of seeing him awake. Every rise and fall of Chanyeong’s chest felt like a victory, fragile but real.

“You need rest,” Chanyeong murmured, though his voice was weak. “You’re worse off than me.”

M/n let out a short, tired laugh. “You’re the one in the hospital bed.”

“And you’re the one who hasn’t slept or eaten in days. I can tell.” Chanyeong shifted slightly, wincing from the movement. “C'mere.”

M/n hesitated. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t,” Chanyeong said, his gaze soft but insistent. “Please.”

The vulnerability in Chanyeong’s eyes was rare, and it was enough to make M/n’s resolve crumble. Slowly, he climbed onto the cot, careful not to jostle him too much. The cot was narrow, forcing them close, and M/n lay on his side, his face only inches from Chanyeong’s.

For a long moment, they just stared at each other. The dim light of the ward softened the harsh edges of the room, and the world outside felt far away; nothing but the two of them, suspended in this fragile, stolen moment.

“I thought I lost you,” M/n admitted, his voice trembling. “I’ve never been so scared for anyone before.”

Chanyeong’s fingers tightened around M/n’s. “I’m still here.”

M/n swallowed hard. “I know... but seeing you like that, I-”

Chanyeong reached out, his fingers brushing against M/n’s cheek. The touch was feather-light, but it sent a shiver through M/n’s entire body.

“I’m sorry I scared you,” Chanyeong said quietly. “But I meant what I said. I love you.”

The words hung in the air between them, raw and unfiltered. M/n’s breath hitched. He could see the truth of it in Chanyeong’s eyes; there was no hesitation, no second-guessing.

“I love you, too,” M/n whispered. The weight of everything; the fear, the guilt, the uncertainty, dissolved in that moment.

Chanyeong’s hand slid to the back of M/n’s neck, and M/n leaned in without thinking. Their lips met, tentative at first, but the kiss quickly deepened. It was desperate and full of emotion; a kiss born from the fear of almost losing each other and the joy of finding one another again.

M/n’s fingers curled into Chanyeong’s cut up shirt, holding him close. Their breath mingled, and the world outside the ward melted away.

When they finally broke apart, their foreheads rested together. M/n’s heart was racing, but it was no longer from fear.

“We’ll get through this,” Chanyeong said softly, his thumb brushing over M/n’s cheek. “Together.”

M/n nodded, tears glistening in his eyes but a smile tugging at his lips. “Together.”

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Confessing your feelings to the Haikyuu Boys on Valentines Day

𝘼𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧’𝙨 𝙉𝙤𝙩𝙚: 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙞𝙩’𝙨 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙛𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙘𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙝 𝙤𝙣 𝙑𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙚’𝙨 𝘿𝙖𝙮 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙞𝙩’𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙤 𝙨𝙤. 𝙄𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙤𝙧 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧!

𝘾𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨: 𝙁𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛, 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙛𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 (𝙤𝙗𝙫𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙡𝙮), 𝙑𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙚’𝙨 𝘿𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙨, 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙨, 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙘 𝙢𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨.

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨: 𝘽𝙤𝙠𝙪𝙩𝙤 𝙆𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙤𝙪, 𝙏𝙨𝙪𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙢𝙖 𝙆𝙚𝙞, 𝙆𝙪𝙧𝙤𝙤 𝙏𝙚𝙩𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙤 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙎𝙖𝙠𝙪𝙨𝙖 𝙆𝙞𝙮𝙤𝙤𝙢𝙞

𝙒𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩: 1697

Bokuto Koutarou

You’ve known Bokuto for a few years now as you both had been childhood best friends, living in the same neighbourhood together and went to Fukurodani Academy. You were both third years meaning it was the final year for you both until you graduated from Fukurodani Academy. Over the years you’ve known Bokuto, you’ve developed feelings for him but haven’t had a chance to tell him because you were scared to tell him and you were afraid of being rejected but the opportunity finally came on Valentine’s Day where you were going to finally confess to him.

You had written a love letter as you had poured all of your feelings towards Bokuto and you didn’t leave anything out. Once you were done, you had placed the letter into a pink envelope as you placed it into your backpack before heading to school. You spotted Bokuto as you took out the envelope and you went over to him with a smile on your face but your eyes widened when you saw a letter in his hand as well. You weren’t expecting this but you decided to not act so surprise and make your reaction seem so obvious to him.

“Hey Bokuto. Happy Valentine’s Day. This letter is for you,” You said as you gave him the envelope and he tore it open before taking out the letter to read, a small smile appearing on his lips. Before he said anything in response to your love letter, Bokuto gave you his letter as you opened it and began to read it, his confessions of love towards you also being written on the letter. You hadn’t expected this but you were very happy that Bokuto loved you the same way as he did and you smiled.

“Happy Valentine’s Day. I also wrote a love letter for you because I’ve loved you for sometime now but I’ve never been able to confess since I wasn’t sure how to confess so I decided to write a love letter for you. But I didn’t think you’d write one too. Not that I’m complaining or anything. I’m glad you love me too,” Bokuto said as he kissed your cheek causing you to blush and you kissed him on the lips. He kissed you back as you both kissed for a few seconds before you pulled away and you both smiled at one another, love being evident in both of your eyes.

Tsukishima Kei

Yamaguchi never took Tsukishima to be the type who took interest in romance, much less Valentine's Day. For as long as he knew him, the last thing he thought was on his mind was love. No one could picture him being in a relationship with anyone, especially considering how much distaste he had for socializing and people. However, his entire perspective changed when he discovered he had a crush on a girl in his class. A crush he had actually had for quite some time since middle school. That girl being you, a first year and classmate of his.

How did Yamaguchi figure it out? Well, it took longer than you might expect despite them being close friends, but it wasn't until high school when he caught on. Since you both were hanging out more often due to being classmates, Yamaguchi noticed how shy and awkward Tsukishima would get around you which seemed very out of character to him. Tsukishima had gone to Yamaguchi for help on how to confess his feeling towards you since he wasn’t sure how to do it correctly. When he did, Yamaguchi thought it was the cutest thing ever as he decided to help Tsukishima out with confessing his feelings towards you but that all changed when Valentine’s Day came around.

When the day arrived, you went over to Tsukishima’s desk as you placed a small bouquet of roses along with a few chocolates and a teddy bear holding a heart with the words “I love you, Tsukishima Kei,” on it which you had gotten custom made. Tsukishima saw the things on his desk as he immediately knew that you had been the one to have given him the things and he went over to you. Tsukishima tapped your shoulder as you turned to look at him and you could see a faint blush creeping onto his cheeks but you ignored it since you wondered what Tsukishima was going to say.

“I’m probably the last person you expected to hear a confession from but whatever since I’m telling you how I feel anyways. I like you a lot and I would like to go out with you. I’d like you to be my girlfriend,” Tsukishima said to you as he gave you a rose and you took the rose from him before he got up to kiss him on the cheek, sitting back down afterwards. Tsukishima blushed more as he was surprised by the kiss but had expected it since he had just confessed to you and the kiss meant you liked him too.

“Of course. I like you too, Tsuki and I’d like to be your girlfriend. Happy Valentine’s Day,” You said to him as he kissed your cheek in response and you smiled at him. Yamaguchi watched the whole thing as he smiled and he was glad that his bed friend, Tsukishima Kei, finally confessed to the girl he loved who ended up loving him back. He was happy that you were now with Tsukishima as his girlfriend on Valentine’s Day and he was now your boyfriend.

Kuroo Tetsuro

You never expected to have fallen in love with the captain of Nekoma’s male volleyball team, Kuroo Tetsuro, but you had and you wondered if he even liked you back. You had bottled up these romantic feelings towards him for some time as you weren’t sure if he’d ever fall for a girl like you and even if you wanted to confess to him you weren’t able to since he was busy so you couldn’t confess to him. Things changed when Valentine’s Day arrived as you decided that there was no need to keep your feelings bottled up for Kuroo any longer and with the help of your your best friend, Lev Haiba, who had persuaded you to tell Kuroo how you felt you were able to make a plan on how you were going to confess your romantic feelings for Kuroo.

You spotted Kuroo by himself at his locker as you went over to him and he smiled at you when he saw you which made you tense up a bit since you found it cute whenever Kuroo smiled. Kuroo snapped his fingers to get your attention as you snapped out of your daze and you apologised for zoning out the way you did. You mentally slapped yourself as you told yourself to focus and Kuroo wondered what you were trying to say since it seemed like you wanted to say something very important to him. You took a deep breath as it was now or never and you were going to confess your feelings towards Kuroo.

“I’ve been wanting to tell you something but I’ve never really had a chance to tell you since you’ve always been so busy doing things and I’ve decided there’s no point in bottling up my feelings any longer. I love you, Kuroo Tetsuro and I was wondering if you’d be my Valentine or my boyfriend. Either one works fine,” You said to Kuroo as he was silent for a few seconds before he spoke up and you hoped that he liked you the same way as you did.

“You took the words right out of my mouth but it doesn’t matter because I also loved you and I’ll definitely be yours,” Kuroo said as he pulled you into a kiss and you kissed him back, wrapping your arms around him. You both continued to kiss for a few more seconds before pulling away as Kuroo smiled softly at you and you smiled as well. If you had kept your feelings bottled up for Kuroo, then you probably wouldn’t have been able to find out if Kuroo ever liked you so you were really glad you confessed to Kuroo. Expressing your feelings was much better than bottling them up and Valentine’s Day had been the perfect opportunity to do it.

Sakusa Kiyoomi

Sakusa never really liked being around others but whenever he was around you, he enjoyed it and soon he developed feelings for you over time as you also developed feelings for him too but never said anything to him yet so you decided to confess on the one romantic day of the year. That day being Valentine’s Day as you had things planned out for the confession and how you were going to do it. When the day arrived, the whole school was buzzing because of the romantic day and the whole romantic atmosphere in their air but you were determined to confess to Sakusa before the day ended as you found him sitting at his desk.

“Hey Kiyoomi. Happy Valentine’s Day. I wanted to give you a letter and a gift,” You said to Sakusa as you placed the letter and gift on top of his desk. Sakusa opened the envelope as he saw it was a love letter where you had confessed your love for him and he then opened the gift to find a cat plushie with a heart on its tail. On the heart, the words “Love you always” on it as you had found the plushie at the mall last weekend and you immediately got it when you had found it. A small smile formed on Sakusa’s lips as he knew what this meant and he was glad that you also loved him the same way he did.

“I guess this means you love me and I love you too. I’m not really the romantic type or the type to fall in love with someone but that all changed when I first met you. Over time I realised how much I liked you and that I should confess my feelings to you on Valentine’s Day but you’ve beaten me to it. Even though you did, I still want to say that I also love you and I’d like to be your boyfriend. I love you so much,” Sakusa said as he pulled you closer to him and he kissed you on the lips. You kissed back as you both continued to kiss for a few more seconds before you pulled away first and smile at Sakusa.

“I love you too, Kiyoomi and I would love to be your girlfriend. Let’s stay together forever and always. I will always love you and only you,” You said as you smiled at him and he smiled too since he was glad that the girl he loved also loved him the same way. He couldn’t be more happier now that you were his girlfriend as he was your boyfriend and he couldn’t wait to spend time together with you, taking you on dates and being romantic with you. It’s all Sakusa wanted as he was glad to be able to do that with you and he was looking forward to his future with you.

𝙎𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙑𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙚’𝙨 𝘿𝙖𝙮 𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖𝙨 𝙄 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙤𝙮𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨. 𝙄 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙙𝙤 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙚 𝙗𝙤𝙮𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙/𝙝𝙪𝙨𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙪𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙪𝙮𝙨 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙢 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙨𝙤 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙪𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚.

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#haikyuu #x reader #haikyu x reader #female reader #fluff #valentines day #confessions #bokuto koutaro x reader #bokuto fluff #tsukishima kei x reader #tsukishima fluff #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo fluff #sakusa kiyoomi x reader #sakusa fluff

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lil-binuu · 5 hours ago

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it’s time for an update!! ◝(ᵔᵕᵔ)◜

over the past few months i’ve been writing many drafts to try and write something that i feel satisfied with, but to be honest i’ve been finding it quite difficult and i think it’s because i’ve been doubting my ability a lot.

please trust that i’m trying and no i haven’t forgotten about the requests i got months ago, nor the multiple series that i haven’t finished! (not to mention how many drawings i’ve started and haven’t touched again 😭😭😭)

i just wanted to say thank you so so much to everyone who has stuck by me through my struggles, it means the world to me and i appreciate you all so much!!

trust your girl is getting there, been through the burn out and i’m out the other side!

while i wish that i could be as consistent and active as i once was, i’m going to try my best but i know that real life takes priority (especially school)

not to mention i’m quite affected by the winter rn 😓 hopefully things are starting to get brighter!!

and i want to mention that i’m really thankful for everyone who reached out to me!! i love you guys so much! <3333

also if anyone is going through it like i have, it comes to an end, even though it feels like forever, and it doesn’t define you or dictate your strength/weakness. i’m here for you with so many others too <3

i don’t wanna make promises but i thought i owe y’all at least an update after this long of being inactive or not posting 😭🙏

i think we’ve all been on a bit of a rollercoaster but hey at least we’ve got each other! i’m so proud of everyone for hanging in there bcs honestly sometimes even just holding on and staying through it is difficult

y’all know how much i love you but i genuinely can’t say it enough!! 💋💋💋💋💋

feel free to msg me or anything, i’m so happy to chat with you guys and i really hope y’all are doing okay and i wish you the best of luck with everything! sending so much love!!

~ binu ᝰ.ᐟ

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(sorry for tagging y’all if you didn’t wanna be tagged btw)

#it’s been a while :))#good things are on the way… i hope… i guess we’ll see lol #binuu’s updates #zsakuvafandom #writing #elias zsakuva #sakuverse

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mangionebabymama · 15 hours ago

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I wonder how lu would try to patch things up after an argument….would he silently join you in bed to cuddle you, verbally tell you, write it out, act stubborn 😭

Probably a combination of all four, lol, depending on the situation and the severity of the argument. After a while of you having some alone time to yourself, as he’d give you your space to deliberate over what was said and done earlier, he’d want to prove that he still loves you, regardless, and that he’s sorry. So, that’s when he’d walk into your room and silently join you in bed to cuddle you, coming up from behind, holding you for the rest of time that silence carries you together. Then, he’d bring up the elephant in the room and would mean all seriousness in taking about it and addressing it up front and center.

I could see, if there was an instance where he was so frustrated, that he was an inch away from saying something he’d ultimately regret. But he’s quite emotionally intelligent to know that it’s not the solution, because he knows better and was raised better than that, so he holds his tongue, not saying a word. But he has to get out what he’s been trying to say, so instead, he takes some time for himself, allowing himself to breathe for a moment and then to sit down, where he gets to writing out about how he feels—sometimes, it’s easier to write it out than to let it out, as it may not sound the same from his mouth as it would from his mind.

And then, there may be a time, once or twice, where he’s just plain stubborn—you weren’t listening to him, you didn’t hear him out, so you weren’t seeing eye to eye, and now he’s going to do the same. For him, he doesn’t think it’s not that much big of a deal to consider what he’s thinking for once. In his gut, he feels what he feels is right, and though his heart and mind may say differently, he can’t let go of his own word. Who wouldn’t?

#💚 mangionebabymama asks #luigi mangione x reader #luigi mangione x prompt

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angellekookie · 1 day ago

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Always Been There | MYG - PART 2 (Teaser)

Summary: None cause I'm a tease- I mean cause this is a teaser <3

Genre: Childhood Friends to Lovers AU, (half-sided) Academic Rivals to Lovers, it's romance- fluffy romance, maybe cliché (this is a warning), angst (but only a teany tiny bit).

WC: 385 words

Pairings: Min Yoongi x F! Reader

Dividers by @thecutestgrotto

If only you took some time to be honest. You never quite hated his blank stare the very first time at eight years old. You were disappointed that he wasn’t the one you were looking for. You were angry because why couldn’t he just help you up? You were scared too, scared because you expected so much from eyes that you’d only known for a few seconds, from eyes that you felt deep down you could hide no truth from. Still, you were just a child. How were you to know what any of that meant, what all those feelings were? Embarrassment was familiar and easy, so you took it and ran with it under your arms to the safety of your home. Saying you hated him was easy too, so was competing with him instead of admitting that a part of you wanted him to only see all your best sides.

Regrettably though this wasn’t honesty hour. Today, a feeling achingly similar to embarrassment sat beside you, holding hands with disappointment- who was holding anger in its lap. There was something else there too, peeking its head from under the table. But you won’t pay it any attention for now. Surely when you got home and charged your phone you’d give Hyewon an earful about this god awful no-show blind date. No amount of chocolate milkshakes could fix this, you think.

“Hey,” Yoongi’s hand pushed a full mug before you from his side of the table, along with a slice of cake on a little ceramic dish. “Drink up, won’t help you get warm if it’s cold.” He said while taking a sip of what you assume is coffee from his own cup. You hadn't realised that he was back with the orders already.

There was something delicate about the atmosphere in the cafe. The lighting was soft, the music was something like a whisper, and Yoongi sat across from you with a look of quiet contemplation on his face. And you? You sat across from him, avoiding eye contact still because you weren't exactly sure you could find any in a moment like this. You thought about what you could say but you didn’t like the idea that it might not matter to him, didn’t know what you would do if it did.

AN: Hey everyone! Dropping a teaser because I'm anticipating the coming weeks to become a bit busier than right now and I won't have as much free time to write as I did. Note that anything is likley to change by the time this gets to the final draft, but the general idea should still be there. Anyways, happy reading and see you (hopefully) soon with a completed part 2! ^^

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#min yoongi #min Yoongi × reader #yoongi drabble #yoongi fluff #yoongi x y/n #yoongi x reader #yoongi scenarios #yoongi oneshot #bts x y/n #bts x reader #yoongi angst #bts angst #angst with a happy ending #bts fluff #bts drabble #Cathy wrote it #ALways Been There | MYG #CJ teasing

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rosiesgambit · 2 days ago

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Wie schön, dass du geboren bist || michael kaiser/reader

summary; you were nothing but a constant mockery, tormenting him. he hated you more than anything, and the fact that he was nothing but entertainment to you, made it somehow even worse. Or: Michael Kaiser gets a birthday present.

tags; sfw, psychological, character study, reader is about as mentally stable and nice as Kaiser is, they match each others freak

author’s note; hiya! first time writing and posting anything on here! been sucked back into blue lock among other things and I do have some stuff saved up! This is but one instalment with this particular reader, with more to come!

->the title and story itself is inspired by a german happy birthday song, roughly translating to “how beautiful that you were born, otherwise we would have missed you very much”

“What the fuck is this supposed to be?”, Kaiser asked, clutching the poorly wrapped package between his hands, an annoyed look in his eyes.

“Try thinking about it, I know it’s hard for you”, you cooed, shaking your head as you rested your hands on your hips, “It’s a present duh.”

“I don’t want it.”

“Yes you do.”

“No I don’t. I don’t need your pity.”

“When have I ever done anything for anyone out of pity?”

That was true actually. You weren’t exactly the easiest person to get along with, even if it was rich coming from him.

You were truly an enigma Kaiser could not quite wrap his head around. Psychologists would have a field day with you no doubt.

“You only get one though. Sucks you are born the day after Christmas. Don’t worry though, I made sure it’s more to accommodate for it.”

Kaiser held the box in his hands. It was light, wrapped in obnoxious green Christmas paper, a red bow adorning the package. The exterior seemed to be put together to the best of your abilities which… wasn’t a lot it seemed.

He looked back at you. He was almost expecting an anticipated look in your eyes, hoping he would unpack the gift, as you had dubbed it, but your face was unreadable and your smile as unnerving as always. There was something about the way you never acted quite how he thought you would that unsettled him deeply.

“I am not opening this”, Kaiser said, waving the present dismissively.

“I know. I am not asking you to open it.”

Your response only further cemented his lacklustre opinion of you.

“What the fuck is this even supposed to mean?”, Kaiser sighed, feeling a headache forming.

“It’s a philosophy I follow”, you explained, “whether you follow along with it is irrelevant.”

“So you are doing this for yourself?”

“Yes.”

“How selfish.”

“Absolutely.”

It was silent for a moment as Kaiser turned the present in his fingers.

“You want to know”, you pointed out, the grin on your lips widening.

“I don’t care.”

“You do. This is going to give you sleepless nights. Do not fret, I am a merciful god.”

Somehow, Kaiser doubted that.

“It is a celebration you know?”, you elaborated, closing the gap between you two. Kaiser didn’t flinch nor move back, but the anxious, pathetic lump forming in his stomach whenever you were around was certainly there, frustratingly enough.

He didn’t respond. ‘What for?’, you could almost read in his fixated gaze, watching your every move with great interest.

“It’s a thank you”, you said, voice dropping lower, more serious tone, “For being born. Otherwise, you would have been missed very much.”

The lamp atop his table burst into a million pieces as he harshly moved back, hitting the table, a bewildered, angry look in his eyes. You didn’t flinch. You were analysing him, gauging for some sort of reaction surely, like he was some sort of lab rat for you to study, he was sure of it.

“You are such a fucking weirdo. Leave me alone.”

You continued to smile. Your lips curved upward, as if permanently tattooed on your stupid face, gauging for his reaction.

Kaiser hated you. He hated how his heart lurched at your carefully crafted words. Your silver tongue lulled people into a state of perpetuate ease. He had no doubt that this was part of the reason you were where you were today.

“You are a fucking sociopath.”

“Would it make you feel better if I was?”, you countered, your eyes flittering from his face to the broken lamp on the ground, kneeling down to collecting the shards to the best of your ability.

“Why would that make me feel better?”, Kaiser sneered, the wrapping crumpling under his fingers. Whatever was inside would surely be destroyed by now. By him. As per usual.

“Because then it would be easier for you Michi!”

“Easier?”

“Of course! You don’t think you are capable of being someone that can be loved after all”, you stated, casually, as you rose back to your feet, your eyes finding his again. Unreadable as always, with that goddamn smile on your lips, an eternal limbo between honesty and dishonesty that made Kaiser want to hide,”So perhaps that would make it easier for you no? If I was, I mean. Then you could chalk it up to me being crazy.”

His reactions entertained you like no other. You loved the way his face scrunched up. He was about to cry, no doubt, but he would never let himself cry. There was murder in his eyes too, oh he wanted you dead, how amusing.

“Leave.”

His tone was quiet, but dead serious nonetheless.

“Of course”, you beamed brightly as you moved to the door, carrying the large shards with you, Kaiser still frozen in place, gift in his hands. Oh he looked ready to murder you. How endearing.

You turned back, lingering in the doorway for a moment, for a mere second, you let your facade drop. Your voice was soft, devoid of your usual playfulness, almost genuine, not that he believed you were capable of that, truly capable of that.

“I love you Michael. Happy Birthday.”

The door closed with a soft thud. Kaiser exhaled shakily, eyeing the package for a moment before throwing it into his closet.

Oh, how he despised you.

#🥀rosie’s records #blue lock x reader #michael kaiser x reader #bllk x reader #michael kaiser #blue lock #blue lock x you #blue lock x yn #michael kaiser x you #michael kaiser x y/n

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kyupidos · 2 days ago

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02/14/25 — twisted wonderland <3

lean into your touch — summary. ‘riddle wants to confess to you. he’s trying not to lean into your touch, but he quite likes your presence.”

characters ;; riddle rosehearts , tags ;; reader is gender neutral ( you/your ), reader may or may not be yuu ( up to the reader ), romantic fluff

a/n ( OHH ITS BEEN SO LONG SINCE I WROTE A FIC…oh boy…so this isn’t the best i think, i’m sowwy..but i wanted to get something out for valentine’s day! i intended to write for way more characters than just riddle, but riddle’s was getting so long ( for my taste at least ) and i’ve already been plagued w terrible writer’s block ( hence my break cough ). but hey what’s not to love about riddle and romance <3 i’ll write for other characters w the same concept when i get the chance at least! / oh, and i’m kinda switching up the format?? idk if u can tell.

more under cut!

r. rosehearts

a classical romantic, as expected of riddle. he prepares some roses from the heartslabyul gardens, and spends hours in the mirror of his room practicing a rough draft of the romantic things he has to say to you; because sevens knows he’d end up tripping up here and there if he winged it, and he wants to impress you.

it’s a shame it doesn’t work, though, because of course your presence on such a romantic day gets him flustered when he thinks about the more intimate ideas he shied away from, like going on a secret rendezvous or..’kabedon’ing’? you to confess his love like how he’s read before in romance novels given to him by trey to “study” for his plans with you today.

he succeeds at first, only to be silenced by you getting a bit too close to him, causing his heart to flutter as you just as quickly take hold of his hand, craftily navigating the maze as if you’d practiced going along this specific route.

it was then the two of you were met with one of the maze’s gazebos in a more open area, but to his surprise, it was decorated with a plethora of over the top valentines decorations. in the center, as the two of you approached for easier viewing, he noticed, a little tea set with tea already prepared—still hot, he noticed from the steam emitting from the tea pot, and he can’t help but wonder how far you’d planned this without him knowing.

finally, you bring him to sit beside you, only now letting go of his hand now that you finished guiding him ( though he leaned into the hand hold in defiance for just a split second before realizing how ‘scandalous’ it was ).

“riddle, i know i interrupted your speech, sorry..” you began, and his eyes lit up in slight recognition at the fact you seemed to already be aware of what he was originally planning. “i just wanted a change of scenery i guess!”

riddle immediately nodded his head stiffly, as you prepared the tea for the both of you, and he didn’t fail to notice how you did so while following the tea related rules.

“yes, yes of course..because it’s the most romantic day of the year, correct?”

and just like that, riddle was flustered again as you seemed to smile at him in as much genuinity and warmth you could muster, as if you were congratulating him for getting it ‘correct’.

“exactly!” your smile seemed to grow bigger, and riddle questioned to himself if that was a possible thing, as he looked a bit down from your eyes to notice how you seemed to be a bit nervous and flustered yourself. “you see riddle, since it’s valentines and i’ve been meaning to tell you, i-“

“allow me to finish what i had to say before, [y/n],” he blatantly interrupts, and you wonder if he’s getting back at you for when you did so the first time.

he takes one of the biscuits from the basket laid on the side of the table, and he notes how it doesn’t taste exactly like how trey made it. in fact, it was much more likely you made it yourself, and that alone made him more elated of how far you went for this moment.

“[y/n], i adore you,” and he says this through a shiver down his spine, but he sits up a little more proudly when he notices your more flustered appearance. “and i’d be more than happy if you would be my partner…from now to forever.”

you didn’t respond immediately, but got closer to him, in his personal space as if the table between the two of you didn’t exist in the first place.

“riddle…can i kiss you?” and then you continued, as his breath hitched at the moment, “because i love you too.”

que another moment of stiffness and reddening of his face, which you made a face at that was clearly meant to tease him. he can’t find it in himself to be mad about it, though.

“o-oh…yes, of course! since we’re beloveds now..”

and the moment he approved, you suddenly were leaning in just enough to give him a soft kiss on the lips, before slowly pulling away, leaving him to unconsciously try to lean in to your touch again, before making the choice to control himself as you got up from your chair to approach him more personally.

“let’s go on our own official date then, yeah?”

and this time, he more selfishly leans into your touch as he takes the initiative to hold your hand in his own, joining you as he stood up.

“of course, my…” and he hesitates a bit before you nod, and suddenly he’s much calmer. “my dear. let’s head off then, shall we? i have a much better place for the two of us to spend our time.”

it didn’t go quite as planned, riddle thinks to himself as this time he’s the one who guides you, but at the very least, he can lean into your touch without fail.

thank u for reading!! likes n comments are appreciated!!

#kyupidos #(๑^⤙^๑). . approved!#happy valentines everyone!!#twst #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twst fluff #twst hcs #twst fanfic #riddle rosehearts #riddle rosehearts x gn reader #riddle x gn reader #riddle x reader #it’s been so long i almost tagged like how i tag on tiktok #whoopsie poops #twst riddle #twst riddle rosehearts

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waterihardlyknowher · 2 days ago

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Heellooo this is my first time writing anything or posting anything on tumblr, I hope you like it 😊 all notes are accepted and wanted!!

I decided to write this as the PlayStation network servers were down so I couldn’t get the jjk wave 2 skins 💔

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Warnings: Includes smut, language, little bit of Mei slander, Gojo’s a jock basically, both you and Nanami are switches, reader is a BRAT, cum licking

Tags?: smut, cum licking, little bit of hand necklace, P in V, fingering [let me know if I should add more!]

“…anyways, as I was saying the community response to such servers being down has drastically…”

The sounds of the tall man infront of you slowly drowns out as you start to tune out of what he was saying. This tall, attractive man was explaining some big shot important men project that you truly did not care to listen into.

His tall stature in a devilishly dark blue suit, to match his blue eyes, leans in closer as he continues explaining. This guy had to be the one your boyfriend always complained of. The big boss with white hair whom never took the time out of his day to talk to his male employees, yet always somehow ended up in “personal” meetings with his assistants.

As his voice begins meshing into the background of the party, you began to steal a moment to truly look around the room. You were in a huge ballroom, one of those incredibly expensive sky high places right dab in the middle of New York City.

The walls and ceiling were covered in lights, like fireflies littering every space possible. Large crowds of people in black tie attire, from women in sparkly silk dresses to men in black suits.

You yourself were quite dressed up, stunting a beautiful floor length red dress with a slit that meets right at your thigh. You’ve always been told red was your color, from red hair in highschool, to the red lipstick you always wore on special occasions.

An incredibly stupid event if anyone were to truly ask you, but you were only here to be accompany to your wonderful boyfriend. Though, you had lost track of him hours ago.

*ahemn* “I apologize, you’ve caught me in a talkative mood! Now, why again did you say you were here?” The tall man says, snapping you back into the present.

“Oh yes right, I’m here supporting my boyfriend.” You say admittedly trying to seem as though you were listening the whole time.

“Ah yes, I mean of course a woman of your beauty would not be here alone.” He grins, trying to steal a compliment your way.

“Thank you, but speaking of which I better go find him” you always hated these kinds of guys, always giving just too much attention to the women to try to get into their pants. You knew exactly this guys game.

“You can always come back if you don’t find him” he winks “It’s Satoru by the way, in case you forgot it”

Had you already forgotten his name? The conversation had started just moments before yet it felt like a century of listening to this guy go on and on about economy.

You didn’t even pay him the kindness of responding as you walk away. It felt about time to find the one you came with anyway, you had arrived together but got torn apart about halfway through the party.

Checking your phone, the time was now about 7:30 pm. You weren’t sure what time the party would end but wanted it to end sooner than later.

Walking away from the tall man known as “Satoru”, you walk up the stairs of the ballroom. This place was huge, only a company of incredibly high regard could afford a place like this. The first floor was cluttered with black tall tables all around a bar placed right in the center. Bartenders working quickly to fulfill the orders of the businessmen and women surrounding them. With huge floor to ceiling windows, anyone could see anything from the inside. As well as from the outside. You wondered how many people in there apartments might be watching, envious of the people who call themselves the “higher ups”.

As this thought ponders in your mind you make your way up the first couple of steps, not interested in going completely upstairs. Up there would only house a long hallway leading those who dared to the bathrooms of the establishment.

Darting your eyes around you try to find your partner in the crowds of people. Making eye contact with some of them. Another tall dark haired man pulled back into a bun stylishly wearing a black tuxedo, talking to another woman with a beauty mark stunting a dress similar, but shorter than yours in white. A trio of a pink haired man wearing a matching pink suit, a dark haired man wearing an all black suit, and a woman sporting a flattering long purple dress.

None of these people are the one you want to see, you’ve actually almost began to worry.

“If you keep standing there like a lost puppy dog people will begin to notice, you know.” A deep voice breaks your train of thought.

Below you is a handsome man with blonde hair, and unlike anyone else there, dressed in a tan suit sticking out like a sore thumb. You most definitely didn’t notice him, to occupied observing your far surroundings to notice the man approaching.

“If all begin to notice though, then hopefully the one I’m looking for will find me” you say, stepping down a couple of steps to meet the man’s gaze.

“Well, whatever bastard left you alone might not deserve being back in your grace.” his eyes began to trace your body. The soft curls framing your face, the one stray on your left side cutely fraying upward away from the rest. The curls lead down to the heart line of your dress, seductive red hugging your body in all the right places, only complimented by the tease of the slit in your dress.

You drop down a stair, getting closer and forcing his eyes to follow yours down. “Maybe if he begs enough I’ll forgive him.”

The blonde man shamelessly rocked his eyes between your breasts, lips, and eyes. You couldn’t help but repay the favor by snaking your eyes down his figure. His tan suit fit perfectly, complimented by his blue undershirt hugging his muscles. Every fiber of his clothing knowing exactly what to do to make him irresistible.

You drop down the rest of the stairs to meet his side, turning yourself to face him and his shoulder. Perching up on your tip toes, guiding your hands up his arm to meet his shoulder. Whispering in his ear, “If I didn’t know you’d get fired for it, I’d fuck you in front of everyone in here. Nanami.”

You see the blood rush to his face and his ears, the tell all sign of his approval. Turning his face towards you a little he responds, “I don’t think I’d care if I got fired for it.” Darting his eyes between yours and your lips.

You giggle, god you loved this game. An unspoken game created by you, if you remembered correctly. An honest mistake really, at a work event of your own you didn’t recognize his voice from behind you and treated him very absentmindedly as a coworker, not your lover. Neither of you would realize the arousal it would cause until later that night.

Taking yourself off his shoulder you shove him a little, forcing him to face you at the bottom of the stairs. “Where did you run off too anyways?”

Letting out a groan he responds, “Ugh god, I got stuck talking with my fucking co-lead on the project at work, Higuruma”

“Awh, poor baby” you tut, playfully jutting out your bottom lip. “You could not have possibly had it worse than I did, I got stuck with your boss Satoru.”

At that, his shoulders tensed a bit. You knew he didn’t like him, but not that much. “Love I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have let us get separated like that. Especially seeing as I’m the only one you know here” he says, closing the distance between you two more, he places his hands on your forearms running his hands down to meet yours. Playfully picking them up and placing a kiss on them.

“Oh you sick love fool, I was fine anyways. Possibly could’ve won me a one way ticket to pound town if I didn’t have my eyes out for someone else.” You say pulling one of your hands away from his, leaving the one left to lead him closer to the windows. No one else was really around you two, everyone else preferring to gather around the bar, aside from the small groups of those talking.

Nanami groans at your last comment, “In that case, I’d gladly get fired for fucking you right in front of him.” Lightly squeezing your still held hands before dropping it, repositioning it around your waist as you stare into the city.

“Oh now that sounds like a plan” you laugh hitting his pec with your hand and leaving it there turning a little to him.

God he was so beautiful in this light. The amount of alcohol you had to consume to put up with Satoru began to finally hit you, feeling the tension between you slightly thicker than usual. His blonde hair was perfectly combed back, the same professional hairdo you’d see him stroll out the door with every morning. His tan suit, making it impossible for you to focus any time he spoke. “Leaving nothing up to the imagination” would not be an accurate statement, cause you indeed did know what was underneath. Yet you couldn’t help yourself imagine and linger on the ideas-

“Oh my god! Is that Kento! Just my favorite sexy businessman I wanted to see tonight.” That comment made both you and Nanami turn around. Behind you stood a white haired women, hair tied back into a braid. Now, if you thought your dress was revealing it would be nothing compared to her cut out dark purple dress. Revealing the most amount of underboob that made you wonder how the dress was staying up on her.

“Mei. I believe everyone in the office talked about being here tonight.” Nanami retorts, the tiniest bit of annoyance that only you’d catch. The kind of annoyance he gets when a child asks stupid questions.

You believe youve heard him talk about her before, the woman who loves to refer to herself as his “work wife” though he’d make sure you knew he felt otherwise.

Turning yourselves more, you stood infront of her with Nanami’s arm still around your waist. Your arms crossed over one another just simply observing the situation unfolding around you.

“Oh, I’m sorry miss I didn’t see you standing there. You must be a friend? I’m Mei Mei, Kento’s work wife as everyone around the office calls me!” She reaches out her hand to shake yours, completely ignoring your closed off posture to pull your hand out and shake. The way she uses his first name makes your skin crawl. He’s told you before the only one who is allowed to use his first name is you, especially while riding him.

“Actually Mei, I believe you’re the only one who calls yourself that. Besides, this is my actual, and only, wife.” Nanami responds giving your waist a little squeeze and rubbing it way with his hand. Your heart flutters a little, out of excitement of him referring to you as such, but also out of a little disappointment in that you were in-fact not his wife.

If only you could have taken a picture of the face Mei made once processing the words he had said. Completely falling, and plastering a slight grimace she pulled her hand back off of yours letting both her hands prop on her hips.

“Oh, hah. That’s funny he’s never mentioned you before. Anyway, I better go. I believe I hear Satoru calling my name.” Mei says point blank, bashfully ignoring the obvious lie she had just retorted.

Turning on her heels Mei walks away with an awful sway in her hips, trying to make both her braid and her ass swish more than plausible.

You and Nanami share a glance before laughing with one another. “God she really is awful, I thought you were being dramatic” you say.

“Absolutely not, I don’t think the best author in the world could convey how heinous her company is.” Turning to make you face him he cups his hand onto your face, keeping his other on your waist. He plants a gentle kiss on your forehead, rubbing his thumb along your cheek as he does. “No matter what she says, you are the only woman I love.”

He always knew the slight anxiety placed in the back of your head at all times, not your fault really. You thought it just came with having the most beautiful boyfriend in the entire world. “I liked that you called me that.” You say pushing your face into his hand.

“What, my love?”

“Wife.”

Nanami’s lips crease into a grin, keeping his hand on your face, he closes the distance between you two and kisses you. His classic gentle kiss, just simply placing his onto yours. “I think this party is about over, care for an after party with me?”

You playfully push yourself away from his touch backing up a little, “Ew you’re so romantic I hate it.”

“Sure you do.” He responds with a boyish grin.

You lead the way as he follows you out toward the parking garage. Though, it took longer than you’d hope. Continuing to get stopped, Nanami would have to exchange a few “Nice to see you” “See you at the office” “Don’t drink too much”, between every other person he saw. But you couldn’t complain, you always enjoyed seeing him in his element. Even if he didn’t like the people he worked with, he was always such a sweetheart. Watching his face light up to make sure the person knew they were listened to, and seen by him. You couldn’t help but feel your heart swell a little knowing he was in-fact yours.

Finally arriving to the parking garage Nanami unlocks and opens the passenger side door to allow you room to hop up. Unexpectedly, before you could turn, Nanami grabs the back of your neck planting another kiss on you. This one, unlike the other, was deeper and more sensual. In this kiss, he would move his lips in between yours, embracing you in a deeper French kiss. He couldn’t help his other hand to place on your exposed thigh, gripping tightly as to not let you move away from the kiss.

Your hand finds his on your thigh, placing it there before moving up his arm to repay his strong grip. Nanami’s thumb gently taps your jawline, asking for, or possibly demanding you to open your lips to him. You can’t help but obey as he slips his tongue into your mouth. At that, you let out a groan behind his tongue arching your back to meet his touch all over you.

As unexpectedly as it happened, it stopped. Nanami pulled back from you breathlessly gasping a little before smiling at you without a word, pushing your legs forward before shutting the door.

God was he a tease. But so were you.

Nanami walks to the driver side and hops in, starting the car and beginning the drive home. He knew exactly what he had done to you, and you couldn’t help but repay the favor.

The car full to the brim with tension, the only thing breaking the silence was the radio. Though, you couldn’t focus on the radio, rather focusing on the heat rising in between your legs. You loved this Nanami. The striking, slightly demanding Nanami. Using what was his. And most nights you loved getting used by him, praising words ringing through your ears as he pushed you up and down his length. But tonight felt different. Possibly the large amount of alcohol you had, or possibly the irritating Mei egging you on.

The drive home was probably only 20 minutes, but without traffic and the tension of what happened, Nanami could make it home in 12. So you had to do this quick.

As Nanami was distracted turning a right on red you knew he’d have to look your way, even if only for a moment. Knowing this, you began to touch yourself. Slowly at first, simply drawing a finger from your collar bone down to your breasts. Opening your palm you glide your hand over your clothed boobs, slightly massaging your nipples through the fabric.

You absolutely got off knowing Nanami was watching you, but to make sure you glanced his way. Seeing him eyeing you down while trying, painfully, to watch the road.

From there, you glide your hand over your stomach to the rising heat in your legs. You hadn’t even touched yourself fully and you could feel your breath hitch. Laying your head back into the head rest, letting your back arch a bit into your touch, you take your hand up the slit in your dress to finally make some contact with yourself even if through fabric.

Nanami groaned and tried to reach his hand over. He tried to grab your wrist to stop you, but you had the upper hand of well, another hand. Pushing him away you turn your head to face him. Making direct eye contact, you finally begin to rub yourself through your underwear.

The car jerks as Nanami tries to throw off your balance and get your hand off of you, but unsuccessfully. You should arrive home in about, 6 minutes. With such little time to work Nanami up, you had to go faster.

Opening your legs wider, you lift a leg up resting it on the car door. Your fingers push aside your soaked fabric and finally lay way to your cunt. At this point, your breath is quick and pained. So much arousal flowing through you knowing and seeing Nanami’s discomfort at watching you pleasure yourself.

Arching your back to allow better access, you roll your fingers between your folds, already incredibly wet from the entire night. Brought on even worse by the alcohol you consumed.

From your peripheral, you could see the car approaching a yellow light, then turning red.

Fuck.

As soon as the car stopped Nanami turns completely to you keeping his eyes locked on yours, pulling your hand away from its place. “Fucking slut, you couldn’t wait until we got home.” Roughly grabbing your jawline planting a kiss onto your lips.

His hand locked your wrist midair while his other forced your face into a kiss. Only a couple more minutes you thought.

Breaking away from the kiss to speak you say, “Cause my husband left me alone with my thoughts. What did you think would happen to a girl left all alone in a room full of attractive men? Especially high off alcohol.”

Nanami’s hand is holding your face, unable to hide the dissatisfaction in his face and voice. “That’s too bad really, cause I couldn’t keep my eyes off you all night. Watching you look for me, while pushing away any guy who came up to you.” Tightening the grip on his other hand, holding the hand you used to pleasure yourself moments ago, he tuts “I even had to run off to the bathroom a couple times to rub one out at the thought of you so obsessed with me, and only me.” His eyes darkening as he responded.

At that, you couldn’t help but push your thighs closer together to feel even the slightest bit friction. He knew his dirty talk was only pushing you worse and worse toward dissatisfaction. Even letting out a small grin at your thighs pushing together more.

Your eyelids grew closer together as you questioned, “So you get to touch yourself to the thought of me, but I can’t do it in return?”

“Why would I let you do that when I can do it myself.”

*BEEP*

Pulling you both out of your thoughts you snap forward, leaving the contact of eachother at the sound of a car behind you. You were simply sitting at a green light. Nanami focuses back in the best he can, you would be home in only a couple minutes. But god he might crash if he doesn’t focus. The uncomfortable tent in his pants being the only thing in his mind right now. So painfully tight, and the way he was sitting pushed pressure on his tip harshly.

“You really are such a hypocrite, Nanami.” He was distracted for only a moment, but looking back to you the sight he saw could’ve made him crash right then.

Your legs had resumed their spots, pushed apart, with your hands back between your legs. Finally feeling the friction you had so desperately wanted, rubbing and pinching one hand around your clit. The other hand, dipped your ring and middle finger into your cunt. Keeping your eyes completely locked onto Nanami’s, now unable to focus on the road, you let out a pornagraphic moan leaning your head back further into the head rest.

The displeasure plastered on Nanami’s face only spurred you on more, but sure, you needed more. You needed to feel his cock plowing through your folds to meet the spots you can’t reach with your fingers. But you knew at this sight before him, he would not hold back later.

Still pleasing yourself, you began to move your fingers quicker inside your pussy, trying desperately to hit your g-spot. Rubbing faster and faster on your clit, you can feel the heat tightening in your core.

Nanami’s eyes forced themselves away from yours, making sure that you’d both at least get home in one piece. As for later, he’d make sure you didn’t end up in one piece.

Furrowing your brows at Nanami’s composure, your sounds began flowing over the radio. The lewd noise of your pussy getting wetter and wetter as the time passed, and your moans getting louder in annoyance of loosing his gaze.

You’d not looked at the road for awhile, until you felt the car harshly turn into the driveway. Nanami took that turn purposefully to hard, and to fast, to push you off your balance. Which he had successfully done, as the fingers inside of you slipped out, instead trying to catch yourself on the car door.

Trying to gain any composure you had, you let both your hands leave between your thighs. Nanami quickly parked and tried grabbing you. But before he could catch you, you hopped out of the car and sprinted toward the door.

Giggling to yourself you fumbled with the key that you had in your shoe, to pull out and open the door. Hearing the car completely shut off and large feet hit the concrete. Shutting the door painfully hard Nanami tries to stride over quickly. “Don’t you fucking dare-“ trying to grab you, again unsuccessful.

You had opened the door just in time to push yourself inside and shut the door on Nanami, locking it. You knew he had a key, and would only gain you a couple moments. But a couple moments nonetheless to hide.

Inside, the doorway opened to a large living room and kitchen situated parallel to eachother. The beautiful home both you and Nanami worked hard to build together. But not the time to relish in that, you quicken your pace to the end of the hall to the stairs, quickly running up them as you hear Nanami finally open the door. Slower, though, than he chose to open the car door.

Getting up the stairs you rush to the end of another hall, opening the door, meet with your lovely bedroom. Just a moment of thought as you stand in the doorway, pondering on where to hide.

“I got you.” Nanami retorts right in your ear before capturing your figure in his arms, forcing you to let out a breath as his arms wrap around your waist and pick you up.

Letting out a laugh you let yourself slump into his figure still positioned in the door way, “Awh man you should’ve given me more time to hide.”

“Tsk tsk tsk, no can do my love. Not after that.” Nanami walks you both over to your bed placing you face down against the sheets. Slowly, painfully so, he guides his hands from your waist, to your hands, placing them above you. You couldn’t help but turn your face a little to see his eyes, dark with lust and focus.

Placing a sweet kiss on your shoulder he moves his hands to meet your zipper, finally exposing your skin.

“My god you’re so beautiful. If only you weren’t such a brat to me.” Following after your zipper he places kisses down your spine, stopping at your lower back.

“Oh but Nanami, really? You got to touch yourself all night to me and I can’t do it for what.. 12 minutes?” You say, voice dripping in seduction.

Nanami guides the straps of your dress off with your arms, gently placing them back in their spot above your head. “Actually, no, you cannot do that my love.” After freeing your arms from your dress he guides the rest of the fabric off your body, exposing your matching lace strapless bra and panties. “Fuck.” He says placing himself on top of you, face flush with your ear and at such an angle to rub his bludge against you. “You feel that? That’s what your little show did to me. We both know your small fingers can’t reach the places that my dick could. Fuck even my fingers could reach further.”

Placing his hands at your waist he keeps you still as he rubs his tent up and down your ass. “You in that fucking tight red dress. Flirting your doe eyes at Satoru. Fuck. You knew I was watching, didn’t you? You got off knowing I was fuming seeing you even enjoy his company at all.” His hips began to dip down further, harder, into your cheek.

“Maybe I did.” You let out a deep groan at the heavy pressure of his body weight on you, unable to move. “Maybe I got off on knowing that, but I still didn’t get to touch myself. Asshole.”

Groaning at your defiance, Nanami’s hands on your waist tighten as he flips you over to face him. “I’ll make you come so hard around my fingers you’ll never even think about touching yourself alone.” his eyes dark with anger, or possibly, arousal?

Face to face with Nanami now, you flutter your eyelashes, making yourself seem more innocent or fearful than Nanami knew you were. “Did your hand satisfy you enough? Is that why you’re so mad now?” You tut out pushing back on his dirty talk. “Did fucking your fist not feel as good as my hands around it? Flicking your slit just the way I know you like it? Or were you too busy thinking about my mouth going up and down the veins in your dick-“

Forcing you to stop your talking Nanami kisses you hard into the bed. Letting out a groan, signaling that your words were having just the effect you wanted on him. You remember that you’re free to move your hands, finding their place in his under cut. Both your hands surround his head pulling him impossibly closer to you.

His hands begin to wander up your torso and rubs your breasts through your bra. You rewarded his touch with a small moan, arching your back into his touch.

Suddenly he completely stands, completely off of you standing straight. “Tsk you slut. You love this don’t you. Love driving me crazy. Love this dirty talk.” Making direct eye contact with you he finally freed his skin from underneath his suit. Completely losing his suit jacket and button up, his beautiful chest was out for you to look at. God, it was like he was chiseled out of marble the way his biceps flexed to guide his hands to his belt. His abs flexing at the knowledge of what would happen next.

Nanami being completely off of you gave you some room to move back, choosing to slide all the way to the headboard of the bed. Resting your back against it, you watched Nanami undress beside the bed.

As his pants fell his boxers finally had enough room to free his bulge a little. Not enough to cause any satisfaction though. Studying his body in the same state of undress as you, “You know. From how hard your dick is right now I’d say you’re getting off from this too. Kento.”

Oh how he loved when you used his first name. No one was allowed to use it but you of course, and he all but hated Mei Mei for using it ever. Choosing to finally let his erect shaft free, Nanami pulls his boxers completely off to meet his pants on the floor.

His dick was so hard that it stood perfectly up, seemingly laying against his navel. The tiniest bit of precum was leaking from its tip, painting his shaft a glossy shiny film that continued to travel down to its base.

While laying against the headboard, you spread your legs wider for Nanami to see the same sight between your legs. Practically dripping onto the bed already, your lace panties barely held any liquid back from your cunt. You placed your hand over your clothed center, needing to feel some friction.

Nanami crossed the distance between you, propping himself in front of you on his heels. “Now. Isn’t that what got you into this situation, my love?” Gripping your wrist away from yourself, similar to how he had done in the car. Pulling your arm up to him, he threw it around his shoulder and wrapped his arms around your waist embracing you in a kiss. This one was a sweet one, almost apologetic to what he knew he was going to do to you. He lightly grips your waist as your other hand meets yours around his neck.

You couldn’t help but try to lift up one of your legs, to at the very least, get some friction on his dick. Still passionately kissing, your leg slides up his thigh and to his side. One leg still planted on the bed, you rub your heated core against his dick, feeling the veins run slightly against your clit.

“F-Fuck… Nanami….” your breath quickening by the second.

“What my love?” He asks, pulling away. “Please? Do you want to ask me so nicely to finally fuck you?”

You felt his shoulders slightly relax at his own words. Surging the moment, you take your hands from around his neck and push him, hard.

Letting his back hit the bed he lets out a laugh, positioning his legs from under him to lay flat.

“As if I’d ever beg you.” Raising yourself up onto his lower abdomen, you begin to lean forward and backward, rubbing your clothed pussy against his abs. His hands find your hips, in a way, helping you rub yourself against him. You throw your head back in pleasure.

“Oh love. We both know you have. If you weren’t so drunk right now you’d be begging me to fuck you so hard you wouldn’t be able to walk tomorrow.” He huffs, his own breath beginning to quicken at the thoughts racing through his head. You rocked your hips against his abs, making him wet with your own juices.

“Fuck.” You mutter out, feeling the desperation grow in your stomach. As you place your hands on his pecs, you glance downward to meet his eyes. His eyes locked onto yours, admiring you using him. “It doesn’t matter if I’m drunk Kento, you love being used.” Your pussy started clenching at nothing but your own words. “My own little fuck toy I get to use.”

He grips your hips tighter, and rolls his head back a little, bucking his hips upward to try and grab some friction. He lets out a groan before grabbing the sides of your panties and ripping them.

“God I need to feel you. Please.” Nanami says, pulling the now ripped panties from between your legs and tossing them off the bed. Nothing between you and his abs now, your clit finally gets direct contact with the curves and valleys of his abs.

Needing to feel more stimulation than his abs, you move yourself further down to his erect dick. Placing your folds around his members you move up and down, pussy fucking him.

“Like this Nanami? You like that?” You say, slowing your hips down. Feeling his tip rub against your clit, stealing a moan from your lips. Nanami’s head leans back at the sensation, groaning at your stunt. He couldn’t help but feel annoyed at your defiance, he guessed he didn’t really clarify what he meant by ‘feeling’ you.

“S-stop. You’re not cumming like that.” Nanami lifts himself up to meet you face to face, gripping your waist tight as he raises you up.

Nanami wraps an arm around you holding you up. Pressing your chest to him, you guide your hands up his chest and his neck, resting your hands in his under cut. As you pepper kisses over his face, he uses his other hand to guide his dick to your entrance. “You’re so wet” he groans looking up to meet your eyes, simply rubbing his tip through your folds.

Your breath is incredibly fast now, feeling so needy but pushing through the want to beg him to fuck you. “Cause ah- you keep teasing me.” You breathily respond.

“Tell me what you want” Nanami says, still staring longingly into your eyes. Your fingers in his undercut swirl around in circles as your thumbs caress under his ears. He abruptly stops moving his tip around you, waiting for a response.

“I want…” your breath getting caught in your throat “I want you to fuck me, make me cum around your dick and-“ Nanami starts moving his tip again circling around your clit making it harder to focus on your words, “shit- ah.” Breaking the eye contact you force your eyes shut leaning your head back and arching into his touch, moving your hips around to steal more pleasure from his movements, “cum inside of me, and then lick it all out of me.” you slightly groan at the last part of your thought, it was something you couldn’t keep your mind off of the entire night.

“Mmmhm, look at me” Nanami says, unable to grip your jaw to make you seeing as his hands were preoccupied. You couldn’t help but obey as you look back into his eyes, he clicks his tongue. “Tsk. What?”

Still grinding against his tip, unable to move downward to force him inside because of his tip, you respond “Please. Ah- Ken. Please.”

“Good girl.” He says, embracing you in a kiss, before pushing you down onto his dick. Taking a gasp from you, you kiss him back before moaning into his mouth at the sensation. Finally some relief from a tension built up all night, you feel his dick push through any resistance in your walls. He stops halfway onto his dick to give you a second to adjust. “Doesn’t matter how many times I fuck this pussy, you’re always so tight for me” Nanami coos, snaking his hand that was on his base up your body, unclipping your bra with one hand to pull of your arms. Unable to protest, your still pushed into his body by his arm, being forced to adjust to his size as he moves your arms to get your bra off.

One of your hands is still in his hair as the other slides down to his shoulder, pushing it. You weren’t trying to escape his grasp, or maybe you possibly were, you just needed something to grab to release the pleasant pain shooting through you. You could feel every vein of his cock pulsing through you, teasing you without any movement other than the blood rushing into his dick.

Your breasts now free for him, one of his hands finds one of them to cup into his hand and massage as his mouth finds the other. As his hand openly squeezes your breast, his mouth assaults the other planting wet hot kisses into your nipple. “Fu- yeah yeah I like that, Ken.” Finally adjusted to his length you push yourself all the way down his dick, your core making contact with his base.

At that, both of you gasp and moan at finally being completely connected. Nanami’s hand and mouth leave your breasts, his hand rather taking place around your neck, gently holding you and making your face meet his. “You like that, slut? Like being full to the brim with my dick?” With his arm around your waist, he had complete control of your movements. He started moving you slowly up and down his shaft, taking it agonizing slow, making you feel every pump and twitch of his dick.

Your walls clenched around him, feeling satisfied with your position, moaning and closing your eyes. His hand around your neck meant you couldn’t lean back, but you pushed your head back breathing at the feeling of his dick. “Yeah. Ah- I like that Ken. F-fuck, make me come Kento.”

At your permission, Nanami starts pushing you up and down his length faster, moving his hips up off the bed to meet your hips everytime you came down. He moves his hand off your neck to wiggle down between the two of you, planting soft circles around your clit.

The overstimulation of both his dick and his hands made your body shiver and convulse in satisfaction. Feeling the familiar sensation in your stomach as he moved you up and down. You throw your arms over his shoulders to plant your face in his neck, biting and kissing at his collarbone before licking your tongue up his neck to his ear. “Yeah ah- you’re making me feel so good Ken,” you coo, feeling his dick twitch at your voice. His head is slightly leaned back, pushing against your head as he listens “You wanna make me come around your dick? Let me milk you over and over again?”

Nanami’s pace quickens as he listens to your praises and approval, his fingers start digging into your side as his hand pushes harder against your clit as well. Gaining a moan from you, placed directly into his ear.

“Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum before you do” he says, in an almost whinny tone. His pace starts faltering the tiniest amount as he feels his balls tighten, a clear signal of his soon release.

Still places praises in his ear, you pick up his faltering pace yourself. Quickening it even more as you feel the coil in your stomach tightening as well. “Yeah? Yeah I’d like you to come, I wanna feel your cum fill me up. I wanna milk your dick Kento.” Groaning against your words Nanami rubs faster and faster on your clit, feeling your walls tightening around him the same time his shaft begins to twitch.

Nanami moans and finally releases into you, shooting spurts of hot cum directly into your cunt. He bites down into your neck as he keeps cumming, feeling you squeeze him. The overwhelming feeling of his hand stimulating your clit and his dick pouring his white liquids into you, you also release with a moan.

Nanami’s firm grasp only tightens as he slowly grinds you through both of your highs, your nails dig into his back leaving crescent shapes all over his upper back. Both your orgasms come down slowly, as you place yourself at his base.

You both breathe heavily, trying to regain your strength after an intense orgasm. Nanami’s head lifts from the valley of your neck to look at you. Moving his hand from between the two of you, he tucks your hair behind your ear and traces his thumb along your jawline. Stopping at your chin, he holds your face before placing a gentle kiss on your lips.

Returning his kiss you both slowly make out, as he leans you back against the bed. Your head hits the pillows softly as his kiss lead to the corner of your mouth, down your neck and into your collar bone. Placing gentle kisses he sucks slightly on your collar bone as he pulls out of you. You groan at the loss of feeling him, feeling a bit of cum leaking out of you.

Nanami’s kisses trace down to your boobs as he gropes as massages them again, sucking on one nipple before moving to the other, showing them equal love. Your back arches as your head digs deeper into your pillow.

Sighing, Nanami grabs your hips and he kisses down your stomach, to your navel and stopping. He hooks his arms under your legs as he throws them over his shoulders.

You look down to make eye contact with him as he moves further down, closer and closer to your pussy. Your hand snakes down your body to rest in his hair, that is completely disheveled. Only made worse by your hand now in it, grasping down on his scalp.

Nanami looks at you as he sticks his tongue out and licks, from the very bottom of your hole to your clit. Collecting all of the juices that might’ve spilled from you. Gasping, your eyes close at the sensation, still incredibly sensitive from the orgasm.

“Tsk. Watch me love.” Nanami says, pulling back from between your thighs. “Watch me as I lick my cum out of you.” Your eyes open reluctantly to meet his, a boyish grin plastered across his face at your obedience.

“Good girl, just like that.” It takes everything in you to not close your eyes and rear your head back, to simply revel in the pleasure. But Nanami’s intense gazes makes you unable to look away. His grin disappears between your thighs, as he gets closer and closer, breathing on your cunt. “Fuck, you look like you could cum again.”

“Nanami, please.” You whine out, angry with his teasing. He feels himself grow hard at your whines, deciding to finally give into what you wanted most. He lays his tongue flat against your pussy to lick all the way up again, before cupping his tongue into your hole. He tongue fucks you, as you feel him swallow every ounce of cum leaking from you.

The overwhelming sensation starts sending you toward an edge again, gripping him tighter you begin to ride his face. He gladly allows you to use him, muttering through your folds “Fuck, you needy slut. Want to come around my fingers?” He asks, gently placing his thumb to your hole as his tongue wraps around your clit.

Your hips buck at the feeling, your arousal prominent and building as every second passes. Enough time since your orgasm you feel the familiar coil begin to tighten in your womb.

Nanami slips his index and middle finger through your folds, pumping in and out as your walls clench around his fingers. His tongue still assaults your clit as you gasp “Ugh, yeah yeah like that.” Your head falls back to the bed the same time your back arches into his touch.

He turns his hand inside of you, changing the position of his fingers to hook upward in you searching for, and finding, your g-spot. At the feeling of it hit at the same time he sucks harshly on your clit, you gasp out a pornographic moan, incredibly close to release.

“Yeah, my love, ride my face.” He says before quickening his pace, tongue circling faster and fingers digging and pushing.

His nasty words send you over the edge, finishing all over his fingers. Your walls pulse and squeeze as his fingers slow, and halt inside of you, his tongue still pleasing you through your orgasm.

As you fall from your high, you open your eyes to pear down as Nanami pulls his fingers out of you and raises on his elbows to meet your gaze. Slowly, he places his fingers in his mouth, going impossibly deep to take all of his digits. You see as his tongue nastily and suggestively push through his middle and index finger, drawing them from his mouth. He lets out a groan as he tastes and swallows your juices.

“Shit, I love feeling you cum around my fingers.” He says, placing a kiss against your stomach. “I love feeling you clench around them, sucking on them like your life depends on it.” Placing more kisses up your stomach, between your breasts, up your neck and finally resting himself on top of you to look at you. Your hands find the sides of his face as he says, “I just love everything about you.”

Your breath returns to a normal as your hands rest on the sides of his face, “Oh, don’t I know it.” You kiss his lips.

“Marry me?”

He pulls away a little to stare into your eyes lovingly. “What?” You question, stunned by the sudden comment

“Will you marry me?”

Nanami’s eyes flicker between both of yours searching for an answer that your lips could not give him.

“Hmph, I’ll think about it.”

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